#thesleepdeity

[thesleepdeity]

“I was born knowing you.”

[[ Miquella’s other half, the one who represents his compassion and love for all that surrounds him. This dynamic is born from the desire to roleplay without bending the original Elden Ring lore. This is not canon nor do I pretend it to be. Not DLC canon. ]]

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☆゜・。TRINA’S BACKSTORY (NC)

Saint Trina was born out of Miquella's desire to have some independence while still being inside the cocoon.

Being an almost exact copy of Miquella the Kind's appearance, Saint Trina quickly gained a large number of followers thanks to their unknown nature coming from ancient deities already forgotten. Saint Trina had the power to enter the dreams of those they pursued and induce sleep in those who refused to sleep. Mothers prayed them to put their babies to sleep, merchants spoke to them in gratitude, even the animals recognized the usual purple smoke and lilies they left at their feet whenever they appeared.

However, Saint Trina suddenly disappeared from the Lands Between, leaving behind their entourage without any explanation as to why. This was because Miquella the Kind was ripped from the cocoon of the Haligtree, causing his body to die, even though he was put into another cocoon shortly thereafter: Miquella the Kind's soul disappeared, and therefore, so did Saint Trina.

☆゜・。TRINA’S DYNAMIC

(If you haven't read Miquella's dream palace post, do it before reading this section).

Saint Trina is the female counterpart of Miquella and all that his Age of Compassion means: love, kindness, tenderness.

Although many believe that Saint Trina and Miquella are the same person, and they are somewhat right about that, Saint Trina has absolute independence. Their personality and memories are different from Miquella's, so they can be considered a separate person, even though they are half of Miquella's soul. Saint Trina's feelings may be very different from the feelings of their male counterpart.

However, they cannot move at the same time.

Saint Trina moves from Miquella's energy. When Miquella rested in his cocoon, Saint Trina had freedom of movement, and when Miquella died and ended up in the dream palace, Saint Trina also went with him.

They cannot move at the same time: Miquella's energy is not infinite and trying to control a body when your own is awake is like seeing two realities interposed on top of each other. Saint Trina is independent, but still depends on Miquella for many things.

For those who role-play with Miquella, they can find Saint Trina sleeping nearby, while those who role-play with Saint Trina can find Miquella sleeping, although he prefers to hide so as not to be seen.

Saint Trina's voice can only be heard by a few, because it is omniscient. They sounds in the minds of others while their mouth does not move, which creates an effect that can be frightening to those who are not used to it.

Attention: both share memories and Saint Trina is the only one who can enter and exit the dream palace.

☆゜・。THE PURPOSE

Both received considerable damage when Miquella the Kind died.

Miquella has discovered that merging the two is now virtually impossible due to that damage, which means they will be two different people until it can be solved.

Due to Miquella's plans to ascend to godhood, called The Purpose, the search for a method to merge the two has been put on hold until another time. Miquella's priority is to ascend. Saint Trina's priority is to wait.

☆゜・。OTHERS

— Even though Saint Trina is AFAB, they use they/them and she/her pronouns.

— Saint Trina can enter in dreams, see you in the dream palace or follow you in reality if you have an object of theirs (for example, a lily).

— They don't technically have family. Being a deity is extremely lonely, unfortunately.

— Saint Trina has no real sense of what personal space is because they are often guided by instincts, as they are the most instinctual part of Miquella. This doesn't mean that Miquella can't feel love or can't be kind: it just means that the core parts of it are no longer inside him.

— Animal friend.

— Consider yourself lucky if they use their few words with you! Saint Trina is very cautious even with their own kind.

If you want to roleplay with Saint Trina or talk about hcs, send me a message! Don't be afraid<3

[whenbonestellhistory]

It was unexpected when Trina had visited him outside of the dream for the second time.

There they were, opening the door of his room without knocking much like they did when he was gutting a deer.

He’s clean this time, dressed for the spring in light colored clothes with simple patterns that depicted geometric shapes and flowers, sitting on his own bed without a worry as he acknowledged their presence.

“I didn’t expect you to barge in again today, would you like to do something?” He asked, a small smile gracing his lips, also realizing he grew accustomed to their presence rather quickly.

He never really understood why they seek him out specifically, but he’s not complaining; if anything, he adored the attention either Trina or Miquella provided him with as neither of them intended to use him for anything.

Encounters with Trina were rarer, though. And so he intended to treasure whatever time Trina spares for him for the day.

@thesleepdeity

[miquellathekindone]

“He possesses the wisdom, the allure, of a God — he is the most fearsome Empyrean of all.”

[[RP blog for Miquella, The Kind | Miquella, The Unalloyed from the game Elden Ring.]]

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~~ Twin blog of @thesleepdeity

~~ The person running this blog is +18.

~~ The content in this blog can be triggering, considering the source material. Do not come to lecture me about pro-fiction or anti-fiction. I do not care. This is Elden Ring.

~~ Not canon with the DLC. If you want to know why: click

~~ Open RP. You can ask questions or start an RP with Miquella.

~~ Part of Miquella’s person is made of my own headcanons.

~~ Miquella’s dream palace.

muse of: @needleofmiquella

[thecurseddemigod]

“Mother, wouldst thou truly Lordship sanction in one so bereft of light?”

((CC Roleplay — Open))

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~~ The owner of this blog is +18.

~~ This blog can and will contain triggering content, although I'll make sure of tagging it accordingly. This is just a warning.

~~ I don't consider myself pro-fiction or anti-fiction. I don't want discourse here, but be mindful of the fandom I'm musing: Elden Ring, which has pro-fiction content.

~~ Open RP. You can ask Messmer, reply to one of his starters or start a thread with him, but I'd like to hear it first on DMs. Both CC and OC are welcome.

~~ Part of Messmer's persona is made of my own headcanons.

~~ Pre-SOTE and Post-SOTE.

Enjoy!

muse of: @needleofmiquella

other muses:

— @miquellathekindone

— @thesleepdeity

— @thewinddancer

[thewinddancer]

“Those who witness my dance shall know both wonder and woe."

[[RP blog for Zedian, the Wind Dancer; OC from the game Elden Ring]]

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~~ The person running this blog is +18.

~~ The content of this blog can be triggering considering the source material. Do not come to lecture me about pro-fiction or anti-fiction. I truly don’t care.

~~ Open RP. You can ask questions, reply to a starter o start an RP with Zedian at any time. Both CC and OC welcome.

~~ Pre-Shattering and Post-Shattering.

muse by: @needleofmiquella

other muses:

— @miquellathekindone

— @thesleepdeity

[whenbonestellhistory]

He banged his head on the table and he thought of the events that had just transpired in his sleep.

What was he going to do now? He questioned himself. It had been days since then, and Amras never really got a proper lick of sleep at the feeling of guilt that ate away at his bones.

Would it have changed things if he simply had agreed to Miquella’s plea? No, both of them would suffer a loveless union to a pointless cause, some bitter part of himself thought. It was mean to think of it that way, but it reassured some part of himself that following through the whims of someone he wasn’t even that close with would not do him good.

It would feel like he was taking advantage of Miquella too if he hadn’t refused it, he reasoned to himself, thinking of how utterly vulnerable he looked.

So much for being a friend.

Amras was well aware he himself wasn’t a good man, but it didn’t feel right to leave Miquella like that on such a lonely place in bitter terms. But he knew he can’t do anything about it for now, not while the Empyrean refuses to be seen.

Somehow, Godwyn crossed his mind. He had an inkling that their brother would have been able to fix it, but that man’s not here now, not anymore.

The golden ring sat heavy between his fingers, the cold band starting to feel surprisingly sharp as if it knows his offense against its previous wearer.

He was lost in his head, not really bothering to acknowledge the presence in the room the moment it came.

@thesleepdeity