#elden ring headcanons

[theres-a-body-here]

Scumtober- Day 24 (Tender Sex)

Night's Cavalry x Male!reader

You look back as you walk down the Mistwoods.

Yep, he's still there. The Night's Cavalry Rider, Beor.

How do you know his name?

Because he wrote it down on a scrap of scroll and placed it on your face as you slept for you to find in the morning. Said note also contained a love letter professing his love.

Simp.

You sigh as you keep walking. He's been following you ever since he knocked your helmet off your head during battle. The thing that bothers you most is that he's out of his Lord's territory. You're fairly certain Margit didn't allow his men to travel this far out. You wonder if hes disobeying orders by following you all the way out here.

The moon rises over the land as you decide to make camp. You set up a bedroll and make a fire. You sigh as you hold your hands out to warm them up.

As you sat by the heat of the campfire, you couldn't help but feel uneasy knowing someone was watching. You glance around, trying not to be too obvious, and spot Beor hiding behind a nearby tree.

Damn it, dude! Just come out already!

You roll your eyes and turn away, deciding to ignore him for now. After all, he hasn't done anything harmful yet... just really creepy.

Suddenly, something hit your head. It's a crumbled ball of paper. you picked it up and turned to glare at Beor, who had quickly hidden behind a tree after throwing it. You straighten out the note.

The message read: 'I can't take my eyes off you.'

Good Gods. You had to do something.

Sighing heavily, you called out to Beor, "Alright... Come sit with me." You then added sternly, "But don't be creepy!"

Reluctantly, Beor approached slowly, almost like a timid animal. Once he reached you, he hesitantly took a seat across the fire from you. His entire demeanor reeked of nervousness.

Relaxing slightly, you began rummaging through your bag, searching for some jerky. However, you soon noticed Beor shifting closer to you, his posture tense as he tried to act casually. When you looked up, he was caught red handed, his gaze darting away guiltily.

This guy...

Going back to rummaging through your bag, you finally found what you were looking for – jerky! With a satisfied grin, you lifted your head, only to be startled by Beor practically breathing down your neck. He must have moved while you weren't paying attention.

Startled, you let out an undignified yelp and dropped the food. The jerky lands on some mud. You look at the jerky, to Beor, to the jerky, and finally back to Beor.

Both of you stared at each other silently before he leaned forward and grabbed the dropped jerky, which was now covered in mud. Hesitating for a brief moment, he held it out towards you.

You shook your head and sighed. "Thanks, but no thanks."

Trying to regain composure, you turn back to the crackling fire, hoping to ignore him. To your annoyance, Beor continued to scoot closer until your bodies pressed together.

Awkward silence hung heavy between you two.

Feeling movement against your side, you glanced over to see Beor holding out his closed fist. Curiosity piqued, you watched as he opened his palm, revealing a Miquella's Lily that had been crushed beyond recognition. Wordlessly, he motioned for you to take it.

Without thinking much of it, you accepted the gift.

Inspecting the fragile petals of the delicate flower, you couldn't help but feel touched by such a rare gesture. Although it was crushed, it still held significance. You brought the bloom close to your nose, savoring its faint fragrance.

Silence stretched between you again as Beor simply watched you appreciate his offering.

Nodding to yourself, you carefully place the crushed Miquella's Lily inside your bag for safekeeping. The silence returned, making you uncomfortable enough to break it.

"You can have..." You paused, feeling embarrassed at your own words. "...One kiss."

Beor tensed up and immediately started nodding vigorously, his helmet producing loud clanks with every enthusiastic movement.

Groaning internally, you prepared yourself for whatever was coming next. Beor eagerly closed the gap between you, anticipating his reward.

"Aren't you going to remove the helmet?" You asked curiously.

In response, he shook his head forcefully. Guess that means the helmet stays on.

Shrugging it off, you decided to leave his choice alone. Leaning closer, you press a soft kiss onto his helmet where his cheek would be. Instinctively, his hand clenched so tightly that you could hear the leather of his gauntlet creak under the strain. You pull away.

Good Gods, all you did was give him a peck on the helmet, and this was his reaction? No wonder he acted so skittish; he definitely was whipped for you.

Deciding to test how far you could push him, you leaned in again, this time tracing a line along his helmet with your tongue. Beor visibly trembled, accompanied by a muffled groan from within his helmet.

Oh dear, this man was putty in your hands.

Unfortunately for you, your actions didn't leave you completely unaffected either. Feeling your own arousal building, you felt your member hardening within your pants. Blushing profusely, you tried to reason with yourself.

"I know I said just a kiss," you started hesitantly, "...but..."

At the sound of your voice, Beor's head snapped in your direction, desperate to catch whatever suggestion you may have for him.

Letting out an exaggerated groan, you tried to continue, "You know..."

To your utter mortification, Beor pointed directly at his crotch, seemingly confirming whether that was indeed what you wanted. Covering your face with your hands, you berated yourself for getting into this situation.

Fuck it. You raised your head and gave him a decisive nod.

Beor seemed ecstatic at your response, eagerly beginning to remove his protective codpiece. Underneath, his cock stood proudly erect, ready for action. With a deep blush spreading across your features, you followed suit, taking off your pants and underwear. Your own manhood sprang forth, mirroring Beor's excitement.

Eager to get things started, Beor laid flat on his back, slapping his armored thighs invitingly as if asking you to climb aboard.

Rolling your eyes, you muttered, "You're an idiot," before complying with his request. Straddling Beor, you could feel his hardened length pressing against your ass.

Lifting yourself up slightly, you slammed back down onto Beor's lap, eliciting a muffled groan from within his helmet.

"You better be gentle," you warned him. In response, Beor nodded his head furiously, the clinking of metal echoing throughout the campsite.

Leaning to the side, you retrieved your bag, pulling out a small container of oil created from melted mushrooms. Resting on Beor's chest, you reached back and took hold of his throbbing member, liberally applying the slippery substance all over it.

Beor released a muffled moan as you positioned his lubricated tip at your entrance. With a deep breath, you pushed downwards, impaling yourself on his rigid length.

Letting out a soft moan, you sank deeper and deeper onto Beor's impressive girth. "Fuck, you're so big," you muttered, unable to believe how well he filled you up.

Meanwhile, Beor was clearly enjoying himself, his head thrown back as he panted heavily and trembled with pleasure.

Upon fully sheathing himself within you, Beor let out a low whine of delight. You sighed contentedly, feeling both their combined weight bearing down on you.

Before you could react, Beor shifted positions, wrapping his arms securely around you as he sat up. Now, instead of riding him, you were nestled within his embrace.

Closing your eyes, you leaned your head against his cool, metallic chest, reveling in the sensation of being enveloped by him. Softly, he ran his hands up and down your spine, sending shivers through your body.

Gradually, Beor began to move within you, maintaining a slow, steady rhythm. Making sure to support your weight, he kept you cradled in his arms as his helmet nuzzled against your face.

Moans escaped your lips as Beor thrust into you with a gentleness you hadn't expected from someone so large and intimidating. You rubbed your aching cock against the smooth metal of his armored abdomen.

As he continued to plunge into you, Beor rubbed his helmet against your face affectionately, reminding you of a cat seeking comfort from its owner. Simultaneously, one of his hands found yours, entwining your fingers together as if they belonged there.

Whimpering as you neared release, you bucked your hips harder against Beor's armor, leaving streaks of precum.

"Sorry....your armor," you apologized sheepishly for making a mess on his black armor.

However, Beor didn't seem bothered by it at all – if anything, he appeared more amused than upset. Using his free hand, he gently petted your head reassuringly, letting you know that he didn't mind.

Reassured by his response, you wrapped one hand around his hip while using the other to resume stroking your own needy erection. Precum continued to flow freely, coating Beor's armor in a sticky film.

Beor released a pleased noise from within his helmet, picking up the pace ever so slightly as he continued to thrust into you relentlessly.

With a whiny cry, you finally succumbed to your release, splattering Beor's armor with thick ropes of semen. As your orgasm subsided, he gently rubbed your back.

Now that you had cum, it was Beor's turn. Still buried deep within you, he reached behind his back and removed his cape from his armor. Carefully laying it on the ground, he leaned forward until you were lying on top of it.

For a moment, Beor held your thighs aloft, offering them a brief yet comforting massage. And then, without warning, he suddenly changed tactics, pounding into you mercilessly. Unprepared for such ferocity, you cried out in surprise, your moans matching the speed of his brutal thrusts. Holding your thighs tightly, he showed no signs of stopping or easing up.

Still not letting up, Beor pressed your thighs together and rolled you onto your side. From this new angle, he somehow managed to increase the intensity of his relentless pumping, driving his cock deepr into you.

The air filled with the sounds of his labored breathing and the wet squelching of flesh meeting flesh as he continued to claim you.

As the tempo increased, you could do little more than issue a series of whimpers and mews, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your veins. Beor took full advantage of your vulnerable state, leaning over to pin you down with his considerable bulk as he pressed his helmet against your face.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuccckk!" you cried out, unable to contain your mounting euphoria. Every forceful impact of armor against flesh sending fire down your body in waves.

Beor reached his breaking point. With a guttural grunt, he drove himself all the way home, his warm seed flooding your hole. Wrapped in his strong arms, you basked in the afterglow of your shared release.

Breathing heavily, you allowed Beor to nuzzle your face with his helmet.

"You're still a simp," you muttered sleepily, too exhausted to muster up any real zingers.

Scumtober 2023 Masterlist

#elden ring x tarnished #elden ring headcanons #elden ring x reader #elden ring #night's cavalry #knight kink #knight x reader #knights #armor kink #mask kink #masked men #tenderness #tender sex #scumtober 2023 #scumtober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #male reader #male!reader

[catcas22]

Rennala is every bit as quick-witted as Ranni and Rykard (they had to get it from somewhere), and is capable of some truly biting sarcasm. Unlike her children, she's nice enough to keep it confined to her own internal monologue.

You know you've made some truly horrible life decisions if Rennala starts roasting you.

#elden ring #elden ring headcanons #elden ring crack #rennala of the full moon

[katyspersonal]

So, I smoked a new Placidusax idea...

Alright so uh... I've noticed at some point during that battle that Placidusax looked like he (?) had severed heads: three severed and two still remaining! It made me recall that there are also exactly three other -sax dragons in the story (Fortissax, Lansseax and Gransax). So like, what if these three dragons somehow grew up/evolved from these severed heads? BUT but but!!!! Turned out that a certain discovery from Zullie can explain even more on this:

(In this ( x ) Tweet)

So, guuuyyyys? We have: 1) Placidusax currently has two heads remaining, male and female one 2) Male heads are bigger than female ones 3) Original look suggests three female heads and two male heads 4) Gransax is bigger and we know is male 5) Lansseax is female and is a sister of Fortissax whose gender isn't stated

So based on this, I think that Fortissax would be female! And I think the idea about these other three -sax dragons somehow existing from the severed heads of Placidusax might work, at least the numbers and internal filenames fall into place 🤔

#failing the 'not be autistic about hidden files' challenge again I c #elden ring #dragonlord placidusax #elden ring headcanons #elden ring observation #use later #yet again interesting how he has 'split' gender #we know at least two demigods with the same thing (Marika and Miquella) #(well yeah I mean Trina thing is a theory but it seems to fall into place just right ok) #superior being moment

[fantomette22]

Ok Godrick fans! (& Elden Ring fans in general)

I have a question for you. I’ve been thinking a bit and i know it’s most likely that Godrick amputated himself then grafted new limbs to him to be stronger but could that be possible that perhaps he already miss limbs (like a leg or arm from battle or naturally born like this) and that’s why he started graft? To show he was actually worth?

Or is it smt that his parents do to him because everyone do that since Godfroy? And he repeat it on the nobles scions as well?

I’m curious what ideas/ theory/ headcanons people have on that 🤔

#elden ring #godrick the golden #godrick the grafted #elden ring headcanons #godfroy the grafted

[lorianbladeoflothric]

I'm bored, have a bunch of random headcanons about swearing in the lands between

Followers of the golden order swear by Marika and the Erdtree, obviously, but fundamentalists tend to be uppity when you use Her name in vain. Marika herself doesn't care, as long as you're not using another god's name you can say some pretty blasphemous shit ("Marika's tits!" for an in-game example) and you still get a pass.

Speaking of Marika's tits, Godfrey's balls. Cock and balls if you're really mad. no further notes....Radagon's tits too actually. If you say that and he hears it he'll kill you instantly though.

"Flames" is used as a mild swear used by pretty much everyone, bc there's like 6 different flames and most of them are enemies of someone. Are they talking about Giantsflame? Frenzied flame? Ghostflame? Godkilling black flame? Blood flame? All of the above? Who cares. It's the drat/darn/shoot of the world.

Liurnians of all types swear by the stars, though Carians also incorporate the moon and the Raya Lucaria sorcerers sometimes invoke their weird sky shit of choice. Also, when Radahn stopped the stars, he kinda became the guy everyone blamed when shit went wrong, like in a "Thanks, Obama!" way.

Also, it’s not a swear, but people will say things that are unfair, confusing, or illogical are “Shabriri’s will”, which in itself isn’t a bad thing to say, but it’s an insult to say someone is acting under his influence

#this is stupid #elden ring headcanons #circe talks

[wanderingmausoleum]

I had the realization the other day that the brooch Godrick wears is the spitting image of the Tara Brooch, which “would have been commissioned to be worn as a fastener for the cloak of a high ranking cleric or as ceremonial insignia of high office for a High King of Ireland in Irish Early Medieval society” (x).

Since Limgrave and Stormveil seem very inspired by Ireland and Celtic art—more than Leyndell, where Godrick presumably came from—my guess is that Godrick found the brooch in Stormveil as a relic of the Storm Lord and decided to wear it because it’s gold and pretty (which might be supported by the fact he’s wearing it on the wrong shoulder, according to the wikipedia article.) [edit: it might be the correct shoulder for him after all due to the side his “main” arm is on!]

#the screenshot of godrick’s brooch was taken from a post full of screenshots of godrick’s model by feathery-dickmuffins! #had to redo this whole ass post because my attempt to add a readmore deleted half the writing Twice #i hate you tumblr #anyway if anyone has any thoughts about this feel free to add! i’m not an expert on celtic art or anything #and i haven’t done much research on the storm lord yet #elden ring #godrick the grafted #godrick the golden #elden ring theory #elden ring headcanons #elden ring lore #godrick

[art-from-within]

My Godrick Headcanon is that in his youth he was naturally androgynous, so he never needed the mimic's veil to pass as a woman while fleeing from Leyndell. Some nullhead cooked up the rumors that he used the mimic's veil, which he let stick because he would rather have it be said that he used trans magic than the fact that he was a femboy.

I will also take this moment to point out how on peak the golden lineage hair genes are. Like holy fucking shit. Hormonal imbalances, the shattering, old age and trauma but the hair game is still on fleek

#godrick the grafted #godrick the golden #elden ring headcanons #elden ring #godrick takes my monster fucking obsession to new heights #okay but if it became canon that he grafted a dragon cock on to himself I wouldn't be surprised #if anything what i need from him is his hair care routine

[wilted-rose]

Matches made in hell. ER Edition

I want to see how these would play out. No context btw.

Godwyn x A poor commoner

Morgott x A incredibly traditional noble (aka racist to omens)

Mogh x A devoted follower of Queen Marika

Radahn x A valkyrie of Melania (if not valkyrie, then knight)

Rykard x A snake hater

Ranni x A tarnished who takes no side in the political world of the lands in between

Melania x A soldier of Radahn

Radagon x A anarchist who sees no peace

MommyRennala x A tarnished who always dies

Marika x A pacifist

#elden ring #elden ring writing #elden ring godwyn #elden ring headcanons #elden ring x reader #godwyn the golden #morgott the grace given #morgott x tarnished #mogh lord of blood #rennala of the full moon #queen marika #elden ring radahn #radahn x reader #general radahn #radagon of the golden order #ranni the witch #x reader #lord rykard #melania blade of miquella #malenia x tarnished #malenia blade of miquella #malenia goddess of rot #malenia the severed

[timaeusterrored]

We as a fandom do not talk about the fact that Ranni is technically the younger sister. You mean to tell me there wasn’t a moment in their lives she didn’t go “MOM-“ only to have her mouth covered and carried away by Radahn saying “shut up shut up shut up-“ and Rykard being like “Y’know mom? You look lovely today” and Rennala and Radagon ain’t buying it for one second?

#coming from the older sibling who got snitched on a lot #i refuse to believe this never happened #elden ring #rennala of the full moon #radagon of the golden order #lunar princess ranni #rykard #starscourge radahn #elden ring rykard #elden ring radagon #elden ring headcanons #elden ring rennala

[theres-a-body-here]

(Y/N) & Blaidd: We're going to have hot gay knot sex every night

The Lands Between: OK

Ranni the Witch:

#elden ring x tarnished #elden ring headcanons #elden ring x reader #elden ring #blaidd x reader #blaidd x tarnished #blaidd x male!reader #blaidd the half wolf #ranni the witch #lunar princess ranni #shitpost #elden ring shitpost #male reader #male!reader #i need a lobotomy #icepicktothebrain

[catcas22]

Miquella is fine with physical affection, and he can be quite warm toward people he trusts. However, it has to be on his terms. He is very adamant about his boundaries, and after multiple decades of getting the Cute Kid Treatment at royal functions, he has absolutely no patience left.

"Madam, I have asked you twice now to stop squishing my cheeks, and if you persist, I will have my Blade escort you out."

And five minutes later you see Malenia leaving the ballroom, carrying some old grandma type by the back of her coat like a misbehaving cat.

One time while the twins were still in Leyndell, Malenia one-punch KO'd an ambassador's wife who tried to play "got your nose." The only reason they didn't get in trouble was because Marika thought it was the funniest shit she'd ever seen in her life.

#elden ring #elden ring crack #elden ring headcanons #malenia blade of miquella #miquella the unalloyed

[katyspersonal]

Idk if I've asked you this before

but what are your thoughts on Millicent's sisters in Elden Ring?

Hey Bim! No, you haven't asked this before, and sorry for the delay :pensive:

I've been thinking about the sisters for some time, but moreso conceptually than developing the characters on their own (this one is for later I guess)! But, I agree with the interpretation that Malenia's spawn are fractions of her self. Millicent is the one we can judge by, she is the dignity and pride Malenia had forgotten when she gave into Scarlet Rot, the courage to live and perish as herself rather than persist to see herself become something else.. The side of her that would rather amputate her own limbs that are afflicted by the Rot the most, after all. I personally ended up focusing on this "loss" aspect in my interpretation of the girls, and with them I've found their weapons of choice can tell us something?

(Images by Zlofsky ( x ), careful though, this is a large compilation of references)

So, Malenia's spawn having two "types": one are the stronger kind, which is also the one capable of blooming (Millicent and the sixth sister but about her later), and another are more "underwhelming" in comparison (Mary, Maureen, Amy and Polyanna themselves). And whereas the former result from cracks in Malenia's strongest, most fundamental qualities, the latter are loss of memories and influence from the important people for her! Scarlet Rot eats away memories; Malenia has to repeat to herself that she fights for Miquella like a mantra to not forget, and he is the most important person for her, so it would only be expected she barely can hold others in mind, if at all..

Amy was the one who made me think this way, since she is using Flowing Curved Swords! They were once wielded by the blind swordsman that taught Malenia to battle the way she does, and I thought Amy reflects Malenia forgetting her mentor, or having the impact he had on her as a person slowly vanish. Following this idea, Mary reflects Malenia's memories about her connection with Finlay fading. She is using Halo Scythe, a weapon wielded by commanders of Malenia's army of Cleanrot Knights.

Heck, now that I think of it, maybe Malenia didn't recognize Finlay upon waking up at all.. At the very least, I think Scarlet Rot definitely attacked their connection.

The Treespear Maureen uses is even less personalized and belongs to the guardians of Leyendell, but I think if we are to choose a Golden Order person that influenced Malenia the most, that'd be her losing memories of Godwyn. The statue depicts both Miquella and Malenia being hugged by him, and Golden Order was still a large part of her life apparently, even if Miquella (and herself) had to abandon it as it'd avail them no help with her condition..

Polyanna actually had me puzzled for a bit, because the Blade of Calling she uses is very much associated with Melina within the story.. but in fact, this is a very possible answer too - Malenia should have known Melina, if Melina knew the "previous owner of Torrent" who so far seems to have been Miquella! And they could have been close too, like if she was a third sibling standing in the shadows. (All three are also associated with types of a butterfly <:3) It could even be a reason why the sisters instinctively gravitate towards dressing up this way x)

Melina cherishes life in all its forms, no matter how broken or struggling. I'd imagine she would be another person to help Malenia to love herself. Sure, these people all loved Malenia, but Melina could offer a sort of unique support, de-focused on Malenia's recovery, and it would be so helpful should Malenia doubt her life could ever get better... Who else would reassure Malenia (or anyone) that life was worth living, even if so painful and dangerous, even if it was to be shortened and full of wrestling with inner horrors for every next day of it?

....soo, yeah, I think this is a working interpretation for now! Malenia's rune offers recovering if attacking right after taking damage and it is explained by her spirit of resistance, so sides of self that she'd lose persisting for some longer even if in other form feels appropriate for me! (I also have this theory that when something bad effects the body of an Empyrean they will spawn an "alter ego" to defend their integrity as one, so Radagon was a defense against a curse from Giants and Trina was a defense against FF, so being permanently afflicted would mean frequient alters lol) Personalities of the four sisters would be taking the effects associated people had on Malenia and how she remembered them. Polyanna is the only one helping us to fight that guy for the golden needle, determined and autonomous like Melina, Mary the only one who survives the battle with Millicent, being the last one standing like Finlay tended to be. Always restless Amy and diplomatic Maureen (source: dude trust me xd). I will get back to this properly but this is roughly the direction I want to work in!

And I am not sure whether this one is going to count in this context, but...

This is a big flower not far before Malenia's arena, and next to it you pick the same traveller set the sisters are wearing! I think this could be a sixth (known) sister, but of a similar kind as Millicent; coming from Malenia's core traits rather than memories and connections. But if Millicent is her pride and dignity willing to return to her after giving a crack during battle with Radahn, which one would this sister be?

I am thinking, maybe her faith in Miquella being able to find the solution wavered some time? It would be a crack in her hope and faith. And this sixth girl had a similar pursuit to return Malenia what she had lost, only, she succeeded. We get Miquella's Needle from Malenia after defeating her, and I don't think this is what Unalloyed Gold Needle "turns" into; the designs are too different for that implication IMO:

So maybe Malenia had HUMANITY RESTORED when this sister brought Miquella's Needle to her? I concluded this needle is "useless" for her condition, but simply holding one of the tokens of Miquella's talent and effort helped to recollect that sense of knowing he will always figure something out?

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I might find a different interpretation later, for the last one especially, you just never know for sure with Soulsborne games! But these are my thoughts at the moment! This post.. turned out unexpectedly sad for me, not gonna lie hhhytfhggfg It still was helpful to actually organize my thoughts on the topic, thank you for the ask!

#elden ring #elden ring theory #elden ring headcanons #millicent's sisters #ask replies #use later

[izar-tarazed]

So few people know this, but whenever Ensha has to report to Gideon ...

... he will discreetly stand on some books to appear just a little bit taller.

#elden ring #ensha of the royal remains #ensha #roundtable hold #gideon ofnir #elden ring headcanons #seriously ensha we need to talk #you can't stand on books #please be a little civilized

[baerryjj]

Headcanon time!! The reason Finlays posture is so bad is because she turned to ash while carrying Malenia on her back.

I mean, she's slouching forward, limping almost. I imagine carrying a 8ft tall demi-god across the entire fucking continent does that to you

#someone get finlay a chiropractor #and rya #and gideon #actually yknow what the Lands Between needs? #good healthcare #cleanrot knight finlay #malenia blade of miquella #elden ring #elden ring headcanons

[wanderingmausoleum]

Thinking about the similarities between the composition and poses in the elden ring DLC promo art and “Christina’s World” by Andrew Wyeth…this could very well just be a coincidence, but if it’s intentional this could completely change the tone of what to expect from the DLC…

From the MoMA website (bolding by me): “Wyeth’s neighbor Anna Christina Olson inspired the composition, which is one of four paint­ings by Wyeth in which she appears. As a young girl, Olson developed a degenerative muscle condition—possibly polio—that left her unable to walk. She refused to use a wheelchair, preferring to crawl, as depicted here, using her arms to drag her lower body along. ‘The challenge to me,’ Wyeth explained, ‘was to do justice to her extraordinary conquest of a life which most people would consider hopeless.’ … The title Christina’s World, courtesy of Wyeth’s wife, indicates that the painting is more a psychological landscape than a portrait, a portrayal of a state of mind rather than a place.”

If the similarity is intentional, this could have layers of implications: perhaps Miquella’s journey to this broken-looking tree is simply a normal occurrence for him, and this fraught-looking land is his usual domain? And/or (as many others have pointed out already), perhaps it takes place less in reality and more in Miquella’s mind? Much to think about…

#i welcome thoughts on this! #i doubt this is like a solid theory but i just thought the similarities were interesting and wanted to point it out #elden ring #elden ring dlc #shadow of the erdtree #miquella #miquella the unalloyed #elden ring theory #elden ring headcanons #speaketh

[art-from-within]

Lover Mohg hc: Mohg is a FREAK. He fucking loves period sex and is not ashamed about it. He also is a vampire and will cut you on purpose and lick it off with an "oops". He ain't sleek.

Lover Morgott hc: he is the exact opp. I would say VERY tame, and you reach there only after battling his 18 layers of guilt and trauma and insecurities. Funnily enough he doesn't give a fuck about grooming himself, which...is a sign of depression

#mohg lord of blood #elden ring #elden ring headcanons #bonus points if you drink HIS blood #morgott the omen king #morgott the grace given