thyunalloyed

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Unfortunately, the new system requires brutality to function.

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Shadow of the Erdtree (2024)

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you make an off color joke in vc with miquella and he immediately disconnects. next thing you know you're in a gc with 7 other people and he sends a 4 page intro talking about "the allegations."

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THEIR DISCORD HANDLE:  UN_ALLOYED

THEIR PROFILE PICTURE:  single heavily edited, wilting golden-lily. his profile banner is a picture of the gate of divinity (also heavily edited. with a psd filter and everything.)

WHAT THEIR ONLINE STATUS WOULD USUALLY BE ON:  online. or do not disturb.

LIGHT THEME OR DARK THEME:  sigh. light theme.

WOULD THEY MODERATE A SERVER:  like a fucking TYRANT. you had better adhere to the guidelines channel landing zone. your first fuckup is a 15 minute time out and a public verbal warning. if you fuckup three times he's banning you for life and adding you to a server-exclusive DNI that's pinned to the top of #important. also he has a secret group chat with leda, malenia, ansbach, and moore where he shittalks everyone he doesn't like. ansbach ends up leaking the logs and the whole thing just falls apart after that.

WHAT IS USUALLY ON THEIR GAME TAB: something cutesy and disarming like harvest moon emulators, terraria, starbound, webfishing, you know. he's never seen playing the same thing for more than 2 hours.

THEIR CUSTOM STATUS:  "𝕀'𝕃𝕃 𝔹𝔼 𝕐𝕆𝕌ℝ ℝ𝔼𝕃𝕀𝔾𝕀𝕆ℕ." yes with the stupid fancy text too.

tagged by: @skxrbrand

tagging: @dreadgloom @tidesfate @recitedemise @vehxmence @apexulansis @bendwill @hxnger-unbcund go.

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i was wrong btw. miquella's model comparison came out and he is easily almost twice the height of malenia who is 8'7". he's at LEAST 14-15 feet tall. what the fuck.

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SUCH INELEGANT VIOLENCE disinterests him, verily. It is nothing more than the master morality that has guided the very foundations of the world, from its shrieking birth unto now. Miquella would have no part in it.

For a moment, he is there; and then he is not. A trail of aurum petals and leaves shines in his place, the simulacrum fading into a cloud of mist. The beast is strong and yet he is brutal and dumb - Miquella is none of these. A hand made of pale porcelain presses to red muscle, and the Kind's face twists in revulsion.

❝ Enough. I bid ye yield, firstly. ❞

His touch became a caress. Hush.

The daemon laughs. Such is his mirth that his whole form shudders, even as he summons forth his axe in a sizzle of flame and sulfuric heat. A hoof paws at the ground, kicking up the earth. Khazaan's grin remains, though now it bears a challenge.

" Hounds do not bow to flowers, no matter how pretty." The Daemon responds, levelling his weapon at Miquella. " We trample them into the mud on the way to worthier prey. Here, I shall demonstrate!"

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❝ YOU AND YOURS were given opportunity after opportunity. It is clear to me now - thou venerates savagery and sedition. So then, you will die like savages. ❞

The blade transformed - Father spoke cautiously of the Fundamentalism of their ways, and of how an erudite mind might force this inerrant logic to take a new shape. Only the Order of gold, without kindness. Its edge serrated into a series of platinum lances of radiance.

But even in his ire, Kindly Miquella stops to offer grace.

❝ Here; I speak to thee in a language familiar. I demand thy house's submission. Bow to a new god. ❞

" The feeling is mutual, light-bug."

Khazaan watches the blade form. He does pull his own talons back, grinning widely. Cruelly.

" Do you even know to use that thing, princess?"

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type of guy that goes "unhand me!"

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❝ I FIND YOUR VISAGE censorious to my own. Begone. ❞

SCOURING, searing light coalesces within his fingertips. It is directed outwards, shining into the form of a caustic, glowing blade. Away, he told you.

@thyunalloyed BACK. BACK FOUL BEAST

Bright.

Reaching out his claw--

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Boops you and runs away!

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MOTH MIQUELLA. MOTHQUELLA. AUGH.

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if he ever shows you that fuckass crossbow he built, it's because he's trying to recruit you.

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sorry for the silence! lot of work lately and been dying from it. i'll try to get stuff going again in the next couple days here!

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@apexulansis - on love.

❝ BECAUSE YOU ARE FASCINATING, and ne'er have I seen a creature such as you. Like a beast upon two legs. ❞

Tigras. Beasts with orange pelts and white bellies from the Land of Reeds. Tigers, in the common language. This one bears teeth to match, yet his fur is whiter than Miquella's own vestments.

No, not to match, Miquella thinks, But to exceed. Whatever this stranger is, the Empyrean is alight with questions whitherward.

❝ You are so tall. From where do you hail? Have you kin? Do you come somewhither far away? ❞

The cricket creaks its song in Miquella's pale hands. He closes his fingers around it, like a cage of porcelain, and moves to stand. Tall. More prominent than one would expect. His legs wish to move forward - Miquella forbids it. Let any embrace of his invitation be upon the creature's own will.

❝ Let's meet as wise men, and share as wise men do. ❞

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❝ THOU ART A SICK and ugly wretch. You poison MY consort. You tint this world into a sinful hue. Rebellion is the only expected outcome in the face of your foul ambition. ❞

'Tis the first, yet shall not be the last that Miquella has audience with the thing that calls itself Hermaeus Mora. The keeper of knowledge, who has access to the hidden places, who also sees among those who are hidden. Miquella's eyes have beheld the Elden Scroll. He knows of this fiend and its desires. Everything there might be is beheld in its cephalopodic gaze.

Suddenly and despite himself, Miquella feels quite meagre. Ten digits tent and he rolls his jaw in the socket. White and green meld together as his light and its umbra meld. The sight is terrifying. The only certainty held in the face of the Jealous Pupil is that for all of Miquella's wisdom and genius, he is small compared to it.

There is no fear. There cannot be. He has done away with fear. I am not afraid, he thinks.

❝ Vile creature. My needles will blind your eyes, each and every one. ❞

“&– - Your rebellion is noted, and the consequences take shape. You will pay for the damage that has been wrought on my realm.” // @thyunalloyed liked for a dialogue starter

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i simply think the ground war against miquella's armies that he's leading to enact the age of compassion with would be cool as hell.