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dr-zeddy · 3 months

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For everyone saying "Mohg was a grooming mass murderer before Miquella and naturally interested in him":

No, he wasn't.

The truth is, we don't know who Mohg was before the Mohgwyn Dynasty but the new context indicates that he wasn't that terrible, as people make him out to be. All we do know about him from in-game texts centers around his planned reign with Miquella.

Therefore everything in the game that refers to Mohg and his Dynasty is directly intertwined with Miquella's enchantment. Miquella is the whole reason his bloody fingers are running around, murdering people, to drench his cocoon in blood, so he can divest himself of his flesh and use Mohg and his connections to the Formless Mother as an entrance to the Land's of Shadow. (And later, his corpse as a perfect vessel)

If Mohg was so much into all of this, why didn't they just make a deal, like he did with Radahn? (If Radahn agreed or not idk, but it does indicate that Miquella does make deals/vows if it serves him)

Why not ask Mohg for a similar deal if he was such a power hungry leader filled with bloodlust? "Yo bro, I heard you like spilling blood with your murder cult, wanna have even more power and legitimate your claims by taking me as a consort?" is all he needed to ask. If Mohg was so power hungry, there'd be no way he turned the offer down.

Why go through the hassle and enchant him and his close followers like Ansbach (who would have 100% called bullshit, if he saw that Mohg acted differently, considering his whole personality)? Because Miquella couldn' t be sure that Mohg would've agreed to do all the things he has done, as the head of the Mohgwyn Dynasty. Ansbach's Pureblood-Knight medal also seems to have another shape, which too suggests a change in the meaning of this occupation, since our Pureblood-Knight medal looks faaairly different.

As I said, WE DO NOT KNOW FOR SURE, who Mohg was before the Mohgwyn Dynasty with Miquella. We only have the clues that he wasn't that much of a deranged power-hungry, mad man filled with bloodlust, as we thought he was. If he was such a terrible person we didn't had people like Ansbach, daring to challenge a fucking God, just to avange him. All we know is that he had to be quite the personality and leader for having so loyal followers. He probably always was a little eccentric and crazy from the get go but not as far as terrible as Miquella made him out to be.

Idk I'm just so tired of people still shitting on Mohg, despite having played the DLC, when he was clearly abused and defiled for years, he didn't fucking deserve this and it makes me so sad. Like Ansbach said "My dear lord deserved better"

#Was arguing on reddit and figured I might post this here too #y'all still allowed to like Miquella but stop putting Mohg down for Christ's sake #also Ansbach's quest makes you feel so fucking bad for him why put it in the game if he was lying??#sote spoilers #elden ring #elden ring spoilers #shadow of the erdtree #shadow of the erdtree spoilers #elden ring dlc #mohg lord of blood #mohg #miquella #elden ring brain rot

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spacemooshroom · 3 months

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Dare to Hope

• odxny/reader

• 1.8k words

• Summary: Stepping into the light after living in the darkness for so long is not easy.

But he finds it may be worth it if you're there for him.

Your voice rang in his ears even hours after hanging up.

He sat on his chair, staring at his monitor, hesitant on what to do next.

He replayed your last call in his mind, stuck like a broken record.

A million thoughts ran in his mind. And there you stood, amid them all, in the eye of the hurricane.

You.

How could someone he had met such a short time ago change everything so fast?

His hope had been long gone. He was certain the pit of darkness he had fallen into would be his reality for the rest of his life.

But then. A weirdo with a strange passion for esoteric languages came into his life.

Did you even come into his life? Was your effect on him grand enough to declare you had, in fact, impacted his life?

He groaned, burying his face in his hands.

Were you a divine beacon? A sign that he shouldn't go along with what he had been planning for so long?

A sign that he could still dare to hope?

He groaned even more.

He knew it when he met you, and he told you as much. That your time spent together would be short.

When you met, it was settled that in just a short while, you would become strangers again.

And yet.

You were so hell-bent on that not happening.

Just why?

Why did you care so much about someone you had just met?

Someone you knew nothing about? For fuck's sake, you didn't even know what his face looked like.

And yet you liked him.

Warmth bloomed in his chest, settling in his stomach as rocks at the realization.

You liked him.

He couldn't wrap his head around the fact, but he so desperately wanted to cling onto it.

Were you really the sign he didn't know he had been waiting for? A sign he never dared to hope would come?

He deemed himself helpless. The fate he had decided for himself was the only fate he seemed fit for him.

The fleeting image of a new fate with you made him lurch back on his chair and begin pacing around the room.

You haunted him, and he found he liked the feeling.

He dreaded liking the feeling.

Even if- okay, even if the attraction was mutual, how could you two even make this work?

What if when you saw his face you found him ugly?

What if you held him in your arms and were immediately repulsed by him?

What if he was too much for you? What if he wasn't what you wanted?

What if the spell broke? What if you hated the real him?

Was there even a real him?

...........

He sat on the floor, knees against his chest.

The scene was straight out of a teenage rom-com, he realized.

He groaned yet again.

What if you looked inside and did like what you found?

What then?

What if you decided to stay?

What if he dared to hope?

You had landed on his life by pure chance, and now he found he wanted to take the reins of his destiny.

He stood up from the floor and sat back down on his chair, intent on turning his life around.

And he was, to say the least, afraid. But he wanted this. Wanted to believe in this feeling.

He sighed, logging into the program, a plan already formed in his mind.

The final hack. The end of something.

And the start of something new.

Was it corny? Maybe. Possibly. Definitely.

It didn't matter to him. He realized he preferred corny to meaningless.

His hands trembled as he typed his phone number in.

His mind was plagued by thoughts of you.

You, and your stupid laugh he liked so much.

You, and your innate way to make him smile and laugh.

You, and your words to him, which he still couldn't believe were making him do a 180 on everything he had been planning for so long.

He spared a glance at his mask. It sat on his desk, seemingly staring at him.

You, and the possibility of a future with you in it.

It took you less time than what he'd anticipated to call him.

He felt light. Chill in his balcony, but warm in his heart.

He realized you were just as hopeful as he was.

He couldn't stop smiling.

He walked across the airport, his nerves alight.

He was fighting the urge to turn on his heel and sprint away, yet he had gotten so far already, now hadn't he?

Besides, he found this feeling sort of addictive. And he realized it was worth it to feel like he was about to throw up in the middle of the airport when he spotted you amongst the crowd, scanning the area to find him.

And when your eyes met his and he saw your lips stretch in an impossibly wide smile, all thoughts of running away dissipated.

And goddamn, he already loved hearing you laugh through a screen, but hearing you laugh while sitting on your couch with you and eating take-out was so much better than he could've ever imagined.

"So, like, where did you get the mask?"

"That," he began, grabbing a fry from the coffee table and popping it into his mouth, "is a secret."

You scoffed, shoving a handful of fries into your mouth.

"Oh, come on! Did you get it custom made?" Your voice was muffled by the fries in your mouth, and he had to concentrate to make out what you were saying.

"Not telling."

"And what about the emojis? Did you draw those or did you commission them?"

"Not telling."

You groaned, plopping back onto the arm of the couch, staring daggers at him while he simply smiled.

"Come on! Why the secrecy?"

"Why the rush to find all that out?"

"What, so will you tell me as time passes?"

"Perhaps."

You groaned yet again, changing into a kneeling position on the couch, your face closer to his.

His smile in real life was no match to the smile almost covered by the mask he sported in videocalls.

And his eyes... You were glad the mask was no longer concealing the glimmer in them.

"Did you throw the mask out?"

He shook his head, popping another fry into his mouth.

"No, it's way too cool to throw it out."

"Oh, good. It does give you all of your charisma points."

He laughed and you laughed with him, and you looked into each others eyes and everything felt so simple now when just a short time ago it had all felt so complicated.

He was no longer a vision on your monitor, and he would never be "a fond acquaintance you would never see again" like he had put it.

When your laughter died down, you gingerly brought a hand towards the side of his head. You heard him suck in a breath, his chest stilling.

You asked for permission with your eyes, and he softly nodded, allowing you to touch him.

You tucked a strand of hair behind his ear and let your hand linger on his jaw, your touch making goosebumps rise on his skin.

"I really like the mask, but..." You ever so softly stroked his jaw with the back of your fingers, and he felt he could just melt right there and then. "I prefer to look at the person behind the mask."

He gulped. Intimacy. He could do this.

"I..."

He took a deep breath, an attempt to slow down the beat of his rampant heart.

The desire to run away suddenly returned.

It was easier to let something go that cling tightly to it, but he found he wanted to cling to you as hard as he could.

He didn't want- he couldn't let you go.

He dared to hope you would feel the same.

"I'm scared."

His voice sounded small to his ears.

You tilted your head in question, urging him to continue.

He sighed, sinking deeper into your touch.

"I'm scared this won't last," Once he managed to get that out, his next words came out rushed, eager to get out of his chest. "I'm scared you'll one day wake up and realize you don't want me around, or worse, that we'll grow distant with time and- I just- I don't want to lose you. I don't want to lose you as well."

Word vomit out, rocks settled in his stomach once again.

You continued to stare into his eyes, and for a few seconds, the fear you would mock him gnawed at him, but then, you cradled his face in your hands and caressed his cheeks with your thumbs, and he felt the drumming in his chest slow down ever so slightly.

You said his name oh so softly, and he fought against the tears that welled up in his eyes.

"For what it's worth, I don't ever want to lose you," you paused and took in his softening expression, easing from a nerve-tightened one. "I don't ever want this to end, either, and I'll be clinging to it, to you as hard as I can."

That. He needed to hear that so badly.

Neither of you could predict the future. Neither of you could set a due date for your relationship. This wasn't a server made specifically to extort people that would be shut down once everyone involved had achieved their goals.

This was more than that. More real, more volatile by nature.

You both wanted this to last, and you were both going to do everything in your power to make sure it lasted for a long, long time.

Both of you dared to hope.

And he found that was enough for him for now.

He fully melted into your touch, his chest brimming with emotion and affection.

"You're not alone anymore." you said in an almost whisper.

He cradled one of your hands with his and pressed it deeper into his skin.

"Thank you for coming into my life."

You smiled softly at his words, and he fought back the urge to press his smile against your own right then.

"Thank you for letting me stay."

Warmth bloomed in his chest and threatened to spill through the tears welled up in his eyes.

He didn't want to hold the urge back anymore.

And apparently neither did you.

You met in the middle. You hummed and he let air out from his nose, tilting your heads to press deeper into the other.

His other hand pressed against your own. He then slid his hands down your forearms, and you shivered and he felt like dying. In a good way.

You pulled his face even closer to yours, and his hands caressed your arms in slow motions, tentative yet full of affection.

He almost didn't believe the moment was real, along with everything that had led up to it.

You had changed everything, and had given him the courage to hope.

This was only the first step in his new journey.

And he was certain you would be there for him every step of the way.

• a/n: The main thing i wanted to portray here is odxny's shift of mentality and how he reacted to it. How adverse he was to any chance of betterment coming his way and then the fear of it not being real or not lasting once it eventually arrived. I really didn't want to fall into the whole "he's found love and now he's happy" thing, I wanted to portray the exact opposite; how he now has something (someone) that brings him so much happiness and is his first step into his life having meaning again and how he's so afraid of losing it.

I really hope he wasn't out of character here I luv him with my entire heart and wanted to portray him being in distress but in a believable way.

This may be too long of an author's note but idc i love to yap.

#mush writes stuff #seekl #seekl vn #odxny #odxny x reader #I MIGHT post this in ao3 but I'm an idiot and having way too many issues with it #if i figure it out then it'll be there my username is the same as here

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