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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄?

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when they're sleeping

it's not just the way they're at rest. it's that they're at rest with you. it's not just that they're safe but that they feel safe enough to let you see them like this. it's trust and it's intimacy. and you're not sure you're ready for them to see the emotions in your eyes right now. they've been through enough. you both have. sometimes it scares you just how much you love them. it terrifies you that you feel happy as they lay there, eyes closed and hair a little messy. their features twitch and you know they're dreaming and it scares you because if you fall asleep too you won't have a nightmare tonight. you'll dream of them. or nothing at all. and either way it will make you need them more. and you're not supposed to need anyone but it's them. you want to hold them in your arms and never let go. you want to protect them but you know they want to protect you to. this is the kind of love you long for and it's the kind which will hurt if you lose it. but here you are anyway. it's too late now. you're glad it's too late to go back.

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// Went to check my interest tracker for improvements. Saw one of my text fields is just an action statement without the text field. Woops. Fixing that.

Anyway, hello new followers. Looking forward to possibly writing together.

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❝ In the name of someone really sore right now. ❞

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♡ // For Estinien and Vincent

The more awake time was spent in contemplation, the swifter the veil of bewilderment dispersed. Upon rousing from slumber, the memories of his were bereft of familiarity and comprehension, yet eventually the events of the past reemerged, revealing faces long-forgotten. Amidst the ceaseless cacophony of whispers carried by the ghosts shuffling along the deserted streets, there was one the hunter could distinguish. A fiery woman and a skilled warrior, they met prior to catastrophic events that claimed the land completely. "She is confused and bewildered now, as she knew only her duty and followed orders of the Choir... I was once like this before." A scarcely audible voice described the red-haired female in front of him, devoid of resolve and fervor, now only guided by a sole want to locate a lost sibling, with whom they parted. How much did she remember? Was he recognized at all? In that dying world, mayhap he alone could recollect what transpired, whose mind was touched by the healing hand, granting clarity and purpose.

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In a habitual manner hands were placed across his chest, whilst the man wordlessly beheld the golden city from his vantage point. Since the moment dragons and men forged peace, the need to deploy draconian warriors diminished, save for occasional trips to quell the danger of wild beasts. Such utterly uncomfortable idleness wasn't known to common men, who eagerly celebrated the end of the war, those destined to fight would not find solace in peace. That sentiment found home within a soul of another warrior, cursed, but proud. An admiration and mutual respect soon bloomed between the two, yet there was no denial of a thread of melancholy, following her. Her status clashed with her peculiar circumstances, begetting resentment. " 'Tis a hefty burden placed upon her shoulders. And her merit and resolve will be tested." The presence of her brother was a soothing one, the knight could only hope his flame would not flicker...

Upon Shattering, the land transformed, bringing forth incomprehensible corruption, change and death. Where once was aureate glow, now stretched the pools of scarlet rot and deadly blossoms peppered its edges, as the vestiges of gold leisurely faded. There was no rest for the righteous. And the draconian anew was commanded to arise, to cull the corrupted, to cross the fog to the Lands Between, to stand before the Elden Ring. Thus his path eventually crossed with hers, stirring memories and awakening still slumbering consciousness. Her persona could scarcely be forgotten by the knight, an imprint on his soul was left ineradicable; immensely so that the madness she currently was engulfed in pained the man. "Time was not kind to you, old friend. Your sorrow, confusion and pain— my spear will end it all." The gloved hand tightened grip upon his weapon, a tarnished gaze was lifted at the female in front of him, as with deliberate and confident strides he was shortening the distance between them.

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@sangreprince [ Cont. from here ]

Stillness is often an advantage to her when gauging an enemy’s next steps; one that also reminds those who forget their places in the presence of divinity. Yet, this man is no enemy. Such quick judgment surprises even herself as she allows the silence to linger. Such a boon, now, is becoming a detriment to her. Malenia could hear Miquella’s laughter at such a puzzling reaction. It was only from countless memories and an earnest wish that he is running towards them at this moment to relieve her of this ordeal. Malenia resists the urge to look over her shoulder and another to close her eyes long enough for the stranger to disappear. 

“Who is this poet you speak of?” she asks at last. Her demeanor appears to be mostly unchanging as she maintains a sharp gaze. Though the edge in her voice softens, Malenia is content with delivering the direct inquiry. A sense of relief blossoms in her chest, but like the Scarlet Rot, she tempers it. Surely, this exchange will be brief or her brother will arrive in impeccable fashion.

 ❝ Visiting a friend. ❞ His answer is both simple and mundane. But no less truthful. He does not give the typical response, one which would pertain to humble themselves before a servant of the Golden Order. Rather, he is bold. And he had good reason. He was the product of a forgotten age before the Erdtree, tied to Death and its Servants just as the new Demigods were bound to their Golden Order. He was kin to the Twinbird and her Deathbird spawn, the son of the same Outer God. And yet he is kind. His voice harbors no malice nor threat. Instead, he is genuine. For he had no desire to fight or usurp. After all, the world of the living was not his concern, and he would act as a guest in their house when beyond his Father's realm.

 ❝ He's a poet, living inside the city. I don't suppose you could allow me through? If I say please? ❞

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@nazorneku asked: "I imagine you were lonely - a mind like yours in a place like that." @ ER!Estinien, pre-shattering [ Prompts ]

Malenia’s eyes flash with indignance. Yet, such deeply-seated anger quickly dispels when she meets his gaze. Estinien holds firm, yet there is a gentleness that she has not noticed before. Her eyes and features soften as she weighs his words. The Scarlet Rot stirs within as she partially turns away and rests a hand upon the stone balcony. Her hand presses downward onto it, fingers wrap around the edge. This is never what she wishes for Radagon, Marika, her demigod siblings, or their loyal knights to see. It is a shameful state that is only permitted in Miquella’s company.

Her ever attentive and wise elder brother never failed to come to her aid. His gentle hand often placed atop hers, unafraid and soothing the burning of her rotting flesh. Miquella’s smile and words eliminate her doubts, calming the turbulence in her being when it comes to the matters of herself and heart. All he says is true. She is his loyal blade, after all.

Malenia recalls Marika looking down upon her. A smirk crept against the corners of her lips while her eyes were shrouded behind a curtain of blonde hair. “Thou shalt bloom someday, Princess,” their mother’s resonant voice echoes in her mind and mingles with the Scarlet Rot’s urges. The truth is that the Golden Order abandoned her. No matter how much Malenia basks in its Grace, she was only burned. Despite the twins’ unbreakable bond, there are places where even Miquella’s benevolent light cannot reach. Malenia knows this and now so does Estinien.

She looks out into the distance. Her gaze then drifts towards her hands. The patchwork gold on her fingers glisten as she slightly turns her wrist. A slight breeze brushes the fallen leaves across the stone with a rustle.

“‘Tis a nightmare none can fathom.”

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// YA DON'T SAY????

// What's worse was that I made a joke while talking about the DLC being a combination of BB's Hunter's Nightmare and DS3's Ringed City. I absolutely never thought I'd see Twin Princes 2.0, let alone Pontiff Sulyvahn 2.0 and then some.

// I really, really don’t think that Malenia called Miquella “the most fearsome Empyrean” for nothing.

Watch his fight be more frustrating than Malenia’s. I’m calling it. 

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@sangreprince asked: "Don't get many visitors here, do you?" [ Prompts ]

Leyndell, the Golden Capital nestled among the grand peaks of the Atlus Plateau is the home of Marika, the Elden Lord, and her demigod children. The city is often a subject of speculation and muse among those across the Lands Between in both song and story. Many would dream to have a glimpse of it and bask in the Golden Order’s blessing. 

Visitors were only permitted to enter on political matters. Pure sightseeing was a foreign concept to at least one of the demigods. They may admire the city’s splendor from the villages.

Malenia turns at the sound of the unfamiliar voice. Locking eyes upon the stranger, she finds herself at a loss. Examining his person and rummaging through her memory, she has little inkling of who stands before her. News would have reached her well in advance. Her brother would also be quick to alert her. She narrows her eyes ever so slightly.

“State your business.”

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Lonely Sentences

(Sentences for lonely muses, and those trying to help them. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"And then I think that maybe I was designed to be alone..."

"You're alone. You've been alone your whole life."

"Do yourself a favour and do what lonely people do: get a dog."

"I imagine you were lonely - a mind like yours in a place like that."

"You don't seem the kind to make friends easily."

"My books have been my only true companion since childhood."

"What's your plan then? To stay alone forever?"

"You are, in your own way, a lonelier man than me."

"So, what makes you think I'm lonely?"

"Don't get many visitors here, do you?"

"I just don't understand why you work so hard to be alone."

"I know what it's like to be alone."

"There's nothing wrong with being alone."

"Don't say that! You don't have to be alone!"

"Do you know what it's like to be alone? Really alone?"

"You must be so lonely."

"How long have you been alone? Are you lonely?"

"Does it ever bother you? Being alone?"

"If you work for a living, why do you kill yourself working?"

"We're better off alone. We suffer alone. We die alone."

"We're all alone in the world. I have you, you have me. Only for a little while, I mean."

"I have felt alone all my life, except with you."

"To one extent or another, I've always been alone."

"You're lonely, and sometimes loneliness turns to bitterness."

"Have you lived a lonely life?"

"I was lonely. Almost no one there thought like I thought."

"Some things are better left alone. Like me, for instance."

"I like being alone - at least, I convince myself that I'm better off that way."

"You might be one of the last friends I've got."

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// A thought pertaining to Miquella and Malenia after finishing Shadow of the Erdtree (Spoilers ahead!!):

There is an essential point that needs to be kept in mind: Miquella is a child. He is cursed to remain a child, both physically and mentally for the rest of his life. While he and Malenia are both prodigies, with him clearly being the brains with his talents in incantations and seemingly savvy with grasping how the world works pretty well. However, his naïveté is what causes his downfall.

When drawing from his motives and actions from the DLC, it really also makes Malenia's case much more tragic. Miquella is the older twin who Malenia very much admires and respects from childhood to adulthood. Unfortunately, Miquella didn't grow up with her due to his curse which causes that same clever elder brother to remain stagnant in age and mentality. He's stuck and behind while Malenia has grown up well beyond him. Given also that Malenia's deterioating, it's like she's clinging onto the last bit of hope she has left even though it's not necessarily something that quite fits with her anymore since she's grown up. Miquella patching her up is delaying the inevitable while he is simply stuck.

It really also puts into perspective, is this truly what is "love"? Rather, what is the extent of his love?

I strongly believe he cares deeply about her, but when Ansbach commented about how he thinks Miquella fails to grasp the implication of what he did with Mohg, it makes me wonder if he lacks that level of understanding for what he does for Malenia too.

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// Ya know...thinking about the Battle of Aeonia, the fact Malenia is willing to go to war for Miquella is mildly terrifying. :D

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Lee Krasner // Franz Kafka

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// A thought pertaining to Miquella and Malenia after finishing Shadow of the Erdtree (Spoilers ahead!!):

There is an essential point that needs to be kept in mind: Miquella is a child. He is cursed to remain a child, both physically and mentally for the rest of his life. While he and Malenia are both prodigies, with him clearly being the brains with his talents in incantations and seemingly savvy with grasping how the world works pretty well. However, his naïveté is what causes his downfall.

When drawing from his motives and actions from the DLC, it really also makes Malenia's case much more tragic. Miquella is the older twin who Malenia very much admires and respects from childhood to adulthood. Unfortunately, Miquella didn't grow up with her due to his curse which causes that same clever elder brother to remain stagnant in age and mentality. He's stuck and behind while Malenia has grown up well beyond him. Given also that Malenia's deterioating, it's like she's clinging onto the last bit of hope she has left even though it's not necessarily something that quite fits with her anymore since she's grown up. Miquella patching her up is delaying the inevitable while he is simply stuck.

It really also puts into perspective, is this truly what is "love"? Rather, what is the extent of his love?

I strongly believe he cares deeply about her, but when Ansbach commented about how he thinks Miquella fails to grasp the implication of what he did with Mohg, it makes me wonder if he lacks that level of understanding for what he does for Malenia too.

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// On that previous note, whew. I can't wait to revisit, polish, and brew more headcanons after some time in the DLC.

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// Hello, it's been a minute. I've been neck deep in ER's Shadow of the Erdtree and FFXIV's Dawntrail. Hope you all have been well. I've made some more adjustments to the guidelines. Here are the changes: Disclaimer

Hi there and welcome! This is an independent roleplay/fanfic, low-activity blog for Malenia, Blade of Miquella from Elden Ring created by FromSoftware in collaboration with George R. R. Martin. I also incorporate details from the DLC, Shadow of the Erdtree. I do not own any rights to this character and have no association with FromSoftware. I do not own any rights to any images unless stated otherwise. However, I have rights to my writing. I will do my best to credit commissions. I am not affiliated with any RPC. While I am aware there is a questionable segment with Miquella, Mohg, and Radahn in the lore, I do not endorse it and I am not interested in exploring it any further than what is presented in Mohg’s Remembrance description. I also will not be writing with any Miquella roleplayers as I simply do not wish to write with child characters.

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𝗗𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗠𝗦 𝗚𝗨𝗜𝗗𝗘.

-- Red all that applies || Black what applies on occasion

001.ㅤ 𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦.

avoids eye contact when nervous, maintains eye contact when nervous. avoids eye contact due to being neurodivergent, enjoys eye contact as a means to read and convey emotion. looks down when emotional, looks up when emotional. cries openly, wipes tears quickly, suppresses tears. wandering gaze when lost in thought, holds gaze while thinking. seeks out eye contact for reassurance, seeks out eye contact to gauge enthusiasm during conversations, eyes move constantly during conversation. expressive eyes, emotions only evident through eyes, uses eye contact to intimidate. looks up while thinking, looks down while thinking.

002.ㅤ 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗦.

clasps behind back, rests in lap, fidgets with clothes. twiddles thumbs, chews at nails/skin, pushes back cuticles, draws patterns on table/counter surfaces. animated gestures while speaking, only gestures to emphasize, utilizes sign language, speaks only through sign. callouses, scars, smooth, wrinkled, worn, soft, delicate, boney, slender, thick, veiny. touches others while speaking, reaches out while laughing, reaches out to comfort others, reaches out to seek comfort. places face in hands when exasperated, places face in hands when exhausted, places palms over eyes to hide when overwhelmed, rests chin in hands. taps fingers when impatient, taps fingers when nervous, taps fingers while thinking. scratches scalp, strokes chin, rubs back of head, toys with objects around them, runs fingers over surfaces while walking by.

003.ㅤ 𝗠𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗛.

chews lip, chews at inside of cheek, licks lips, bites tongue, chews on straws. resting frown, resting smile, neutral resting expression, resting pout. grinds teeth, flexes jaw. covers mouth when laughing, covers mouth when shocked, covers mouth when concerned, hands to lips while thinking, covers mouth when chewing, chews with mouth closed, chews with mouth open. smirks, grins, subtle smile, wide smiles, sad smiles, intimidating smiles, menacing grins. openly smiles, tries to suppress smiles, bares teeth when angry, lips quiver when emotional. stutters, speaks quickly, speaks slowly, good pronunciation, poor pronunciation, moderate pronunciation. purses lips, sucks in lips, holds mouth open when shocked or confused.

004.ㅤ 𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗦.

bounces leg when nervous. draws knees to chest when sitting, draws knees to chest as a means of comfort, sits on knees, sits with legs crisscrossed, sits with legs spread open in chairs, crosses legs when sitting in chairs, sits with one leg folded under the other. places feet on furniture, never places feet on furniture, sits on counters, sits on desks, sits on tables, sits on edge of seat, sits hunched over with forearms on knees, arches one knee up, sits on the arm of chairs/couches, feet on dashboard, swings legs back and forth when sitting somewhere elevated. wiggles toes when nervous, wiggles toes as a general tick. shuffles feet, kicks foot into ground, stomps feet. loud footsteps, quiet footsteps, silent footsteps.

005.ㅤ 𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗥.

runs fingers through hair, tugs at hair, picks at scalp, chews on hair, twists locks of hair while thinking or nervous, smooths out locks of hair while thinking or nervous. prefers hair out of face, prefers long hair, prefers short hair. wears hair back, keeps hair down, smooths back hair. plays with other’s hair while talking, plays with own hair while talking, strokes hair to comfort others, likes having hair stroked for their own comfort, braids others’ hair while talking, braids own hair while talking. flips hair out of face, pushes hair out of face, leaves hair alone even when falling into face.

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