#kindly miquella

[dromie-11114]

He had to be taking medieval hrt or something there’s no way

[orcusivanth]

Cross the threshold

[eldrtchmn]

I abandon here the flesh of my body

[feukt-42]

After a bit of time and a hefty amount of thinking abt the lore, SOTE really brings this post to my mind.

It's like. Miquella did love Malenia and Godwyn, but couldnt cure them the way he was. He did want to better the world, but it didnt help him as he retraced his mother's footsteps.

Midra did love, and was loved, he endured for ages in memory of the love he shared with Nanaya, and her entreaty. This didnt stop the inquisitors from ramming the sword of damnation through his throat.

Messmer did love his mother, and he obviously cared for her people. He cared for his knights, even when they betrayed him. He even seems to have cared about the hornsent in some capacity, judging by the amount of hornsent culture that remains preserved in the storehouse. And yet, despite all that, he still is responsible for the slaughter, and utter genocide the hornsent suffered. He still couldnt save the jar saints. He still couldnt get his mother to answer his pleas.

Marika did love Messmer. The amount of blessings she gave him is proof enough. She did love him, but it didnt prevent her from sending him on an endless crusade.

Marika loved her people. It didnt matter.

"Marika bathed the village of her home in gold, knowing full well that there was no one left to heal." "What was her prayer ? Her wish, her confession ? There is no one left to answer, and Marika never returned home again."

By the way, small addendum that is only somewhat related bc i dont want to make a full post abt it

The shaman village ost is the elden beast theme with only the harp, without the grandiose melody.

"Only the kindness of Gold, without Order."

[nahobeanie]

Harbinger of Compassion

[jugemusequencer]

banger dlc btw

ref below ~

[oichebran]

college dewdlez 😛

[prismatic-starstuff]

Peace.

— Tarnished!Reader and Miquella.

CW: reader is under the charm (though nothing sexual occurs.)

Flowers bloom around you, soft and delicate as the touch of the deity's fingers in your hair, brushing through the strands with all the gentleness of a butterfly's wings. The Haligtree and all life within have flourished since the curing of its rot; and so too has your relationship with the god whose rule you once opposed.

Miquella has been, true to his title, kind to you ever since you'd fallen under his charm. He'd carried you in his three arms on the journey back from the Land of Shadow, adorned you in flowers and lavished you in gifts, kept you by his side and given you everything you had asked for.

At first, you'd wondered if all these kindnesses were nothing but ways to keep you sweet, to get you on his side, to ensure your compliance.

But now, under the gentleness of his touch, in the warmth of his embrace... you simply cannot bring yourself to care.

With the back of your head resting against his chest, you can feel as much as hear Miquella humming softly as his nimble fingers work on your hair. It's a song dedicated to you, he'd told you once; to honour all that you have done, and all that you are.

You take a moment to turn your head. Miquella's eyes, pale and golden, do not widen upon this action; his long eyelashes do not blink. Rather, his lips curve into a faint smile, and one of three hands comes to rest upon your cheek.

"Are you well, beloved one?"

His voice is ever-serene, ever-soft; devoid of passion yet full of sweetness. You can't quite remember when 'Tarnished one' became 'beloved one,' but it's what you've grown accustomed to.

You nod your head. You are well. You always have been, ever since the moment his charm took root in you.

Miquella's smile widens by an almost imperceptible fraction, and his abundance of golden hair spills down his form as he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead.

"Wonderful," he murmurs, lips grazing your skin. "It is my most sincere wish that you will always be well."

And whether it's a matter of your own opinion, or the charm swaying it... you believe him. The god threw away his capacity for love when he threw away his other self, but he did not throw away his ability to care. You'd seen it time and again; when he'd shed tears over his formerly rotted Haligtree, when he'd smile tenderly upon its denizens, when he'd hold you close and tight as if he never desired to let you go.

Your head rests comfortably against his chest once more; and once more, his touch returns to your hair, and his song of praise for you resumes in earnest.

And it is here and now that you know peace; as gentle as a butterfly's wings, as soft and delicate as Miquella's fingers in your hair and the flowers that bloom around you.

[toweringclam]

Miquella's followers really just saying the quiet part out loud. Like "If you're here, you must be mind controlled too! Welcome to the Thrall Club! Don't worry about that one weird guy, he's as brainwashed as the rest of us."

[luminaryofblood]

Everyone hyping up Prime Radahn, mightiest of the Demigods, yet they conveniently forget the most important thing.

Morgott whooped his ass.

[madcat-world]

Kindly Miquella - Gido

[knightscanfeeltoo]

I don't think Ansbach Hates Miquella and even Radahn for taking Mohg's Body but I just couldn't Resist...

(Thanks @_Mark_03...)

[santatrina]

"McQuella the Kind spoke of the hamburger.

The ketchup.

And the mayo."

"He wields Mc to shrive clean the wallets of men. There is nothing more yummy."

mcquella's brainrot cuz since i'm not understanding shit i'm going batshit insane

i'll probably share malenia blade of mcquella later today as well

[feukt-42]

Ledaposting again, i want to study her under a microscope

[moeggoi]

2 hour paintover Miquella from 2022, now that I've finished the dlc I have a really different perspective...