#Moghwyn dynasty

[whenwolfsbaneblooms]

It's in The Blood

With Elden Ring hype going strong once again, I decided it finally share my Miquella/Mogh playlist maybe one day there'll be actual cover art

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[doodadoodles]

after a thousand years i finally redrew my elden guy with updated armor and weaps

[miquella-everywhere]

Rating the Demigods based off their Homes

Technically Leyndell is not Morgotts house but his moms, which he inherited after escaping the sewers she threw him into, but he also runs the place like the navy runs a ship, so everything is in perfect working order. Nobody has any clue who he is and I appreciate his commitment to the bit. 8/10 really cool scenery but could definitely use some dusting and giant dragon corpse removal.

The Moghwyn Dynasty is every health inspectors worst nightmare. General unsanitary setting and blood swamps, Albinaurics captured and forced to assimilate against their will, along with several war medics, and also Mohg has the body of his shriveled up half-brother in his freezer. But overall the ancient civilization that lived here before Mohg had pretty okay taste, especially since they built their city under an underground starry sky. 10/10 but only because the health inspector died and Mohg forged the health report.

Godrick snuck in after his failings at the Shattering and just straight up claimed the place as his own, so Stormveil technically isn't even his house. Also his presence alone is so rank that thorns have started festering outside of the castle. 8/10 to the Stormlords cause they've got sick sense of style, but 2/10 to Godrick because he is a literal home invader.

Radahn does not give two shits about architecture, he clearly made Redmane based off of every other fort in the Lands Between and chose function over fashion, which is fair I guess, but also kinda boring. At least he strung up the all of the swords in Redmane and gave it some flaire. 4/10 because Redmane is so basic, plus minus 1 point for the tetanus hazard.

Raya Lucaria had an architecture course as an elective and Rykard committed himself to his GPA and developed his own aesthetic. He graduated top of his class and Rennala baked a cake for him. Best day of his life. Then he went up to Mt. Gelmir and was like, "I should totally make this place my house," and then he did because nobody had the balls to stop him. 10/10 for his commitment to the blasphemy aesthetic. And props to Tannith for doing a great job keeping the foyer the cleanest place in the Lands Between, but also 1/10 for the backyard being a general crime against humanity.

Ranni follows the rule of, "if it aint broke dont fix it," which is exactly why she broke everything else in the world and then returned to her childhood home after the Shattering. Caria could definitely use some bedrooms though because where the heck does everyone sleep?? Or do anything else for that matter???? Caria: Bathroom? Never heard of it. 6/10 because the sparkly magic bits in the air are super cool but Caria Manor definitely should've been a legacy dungeon.

Miquella attended both Leyndell and Raya Lucaria architecture classes, excelling over everyone and beating Rykards score in the final exam by exactly one point, and yet has no idea why Rykard is so pissed at him. Then after disowning his dad he had the great idea to try and build a treehouse but grew his own tree first because he's an over achiever and has gifted kid syndrome. 10/10 because the aesthetic is elegant and immaculate, and everyone who has depression is trying to get there for free therapy.

Malenia went to architecture school with Miquella because she had nothing better to do and slept through every class. The most she did there was break up Miquella and Rykards final exam squabble and also couldn't care less about architecture because she's fuckin blind. Rates the Haligtree architecture 10/10 because even though she's blind, she's sure that Miquellas sense of style is very pretty. But also rates it a 2/10 because Miquella keeps stubbing his toes and tripping on the carved stone flooring even though he insists everything is fine.

The Land of Shadow is less of Messmers house and more of his eternal timeout corner. He temper-tantrumed too hard one day and Marika put him there then completely forgot he ever existed. -10/10 because the parental abandonment is so real

[tamariasykes-art]

How would Morgott and Mohg each react to falling for a tarnished who uses music to soothe the nightmares of omens and to charm the wild creatures of the Lands Between into remaining passive around them?

This was a very fun request to work on! Thank you for sending it in! (Sorry it is so short)

Morgott would find himself taken back to a time when the lands were still peaceful, and the wind carried different melodies along with golden leaves of the Erdtree even far beneath the capital. But over the recent years of war, the music, much like the light of the tree had become dimmed.  Morgott would be very impressed with the Tarnished with an instrument and would often ask them to play a piece for him. Often, he will also join them as they practice, carefully seating himself in corner to no disturb them and listen to them play. (If the Tarnished does not feel disturbed by him of course)  

Their music fills them with much nostalgia. But at the same time, Morgott feels hopeful that someday more life will return to the Lands in Between. He finds solace in those quiet moments he shares with the Tarnished he will often begin to speak of the past, his early years, stories about Leyndell before the Shattering ... 

Morgott would be very encouraging of the Tarnished’s talent, even going as far as to search for old records about music in the capital's vast library. He would also be very impressed by their abilities to pacify wild animals and share stories about similar abilities he heard about before. Depending on the Tarnished’s role in his life Morgott might ask them to accompany a group of soldiers or pilgrims on their travels to assure a safe passage to them. 

Of course, if the Tarnished had time for him, Morgott would love nothing more than to hear them play a melody for him to sooth his worried mind. But he would not ask them for this out of his own volition. He wouldn’t want to take up more of their time than necessary. 

Mogh would be very fascinated by the effect the Tarnished’s music had on wild animals. Once they breach the topic with him, he will ask for a demonstration at once and lead them to a cliff side from where their music reaches down into the valley. To his astonishment, he would see how the wild crows that would often ravage the lands surrounding the Moghwyn’s Palace would suddenly become calmer. Their screeching would grow quiet, and they would begin to calmly pick for cadavers in the blood pools surrounding the ruins. 

Mogh would be very delighted by this strange ability his Tarnished companion has that he would completely forget himself for a moment. The dull throbbing in his head where his horn pierces his skin has lessened, and he feels somewhat calmer. Mogh however is completely absorbed thinking of all the different possibilities how the Tarnished’s ability could aid the dynasty. He would ask how they acquired this talent, whether it was something they came up with themselves or something that was taught to them by someone. He would tell them stories of similar abilities he had heard about. Travelers whose song would drive the listeners mad or winged women whose woeful melodies brought anyone to tears. 

Mogh would be very cautious about the effects the Tarnished music would have on him. He has lived with both the negative and positive traits of his omen heritage all his life and he has never felt ashamed or pained by them. Even if the Tarnished only means to help him and ease his nightmares. And besides, when he met the formless mother deep below the capital, she made him see the true potential that laid in his cursed blood. The Tarnished is of course welcome to play for him, if they wish to do so, but he does not require their ability to sooth his mind. 

[whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon]

Just some general headcanons for Yandere Varre plz

"Oh, Lambkin..."

Do you notice it? The adoring look in his eyes. The way they light up brighter than when he talks about his beloved Mohg?

Can you sense him? His presence is near. It's always near. He's always watching, always waiting in the darkness should his Lambkin need his assistance.

Melina is merely a means to an end. She. Is. Not. Your. Maiden. Please, please don't say that she is.

The same can be said of the Roundtable Hold. Pathetic, that lot. Utterly pathetic. Useless, too. They can't help you the way the Moghwyn Dynasty can, Lambkin.

Keep your eyes on him. And only on him.

Varré makes quick work of some of your enemies before you even chance across them. No one will ever hurt his lovely rose.

And in the event that you are hurt, none can heal you the way he can.

You don't see the euphoria on Varré's face as your relationship with him deepens. Oh, his heart's never felt so full before. Not even with Mohg.

Speaking of Mohg, do you notice it, the conflict in Varré's eyes? The way his clasped hands tighten? The way his eyes grow cold as he watches Mohg lavish you with attention and praise? Attention and praise only HE should be giving you. He loves the Luminary... but he loves YOU more.

He is yours to use as you wish. Only a select few are worthy of Varré's submission and he knew from the moment he first laid eyes on you that you'd be one of them. Use him to your liking but please, please don't leave him. Don't ever leave him.

The moment he dares to be vulnerable and show his true self, to shed that white mask, and you embrace him wholeheartedly just seals the deal for him. No one. NO. ONE. will ever come in between you two, Lambkin. He will make sure to that personally. And this unspoken promise is sealed with the softest of kisses.

[maudlinandmad]

elden ring is a slapstick ass game

I'm invading, just, anywhere, and I show up in the Moghwyn Dynasty area. Great! Lots of mobs, blood pools, those stupid birds, what more could I want?

I am standing on a staircase surrounded by blood zombies. I can either go up or down, so i look for the host marker.

I look down, not there, up, not there, back down and they're just standing on top of the stairs.

They wave, I wave back, the zombies have shuffled about.

Three phantoms come barreling up after him, and they are PISSED!

I have no way to prepare, so I run straight back into the pack of zombies and the phantoms go to town, killing zombies left and right, but the host knows where I am, tries to jump me, then I two-tap 'em, and the phantoms vanish still trying to blender zombies to get to me, it's great.

I should've done this a while ago lol, thanks @huggingtentacles

[melachonyof-lilies]

They are living rent free on my mind so let me talk about these two's similar themes and how that fuck me over.

Left: Varre from Elden ring

Right: Heimdall from God of War: Ragnarok

SPOILERS AHEAD.

For people who played these two amazing games, its apparent that both character is not well liked, for very good and funny ass reasons.

Their first introduction would make you squeal. The very first moment you met them, they radiate smug asshole energy.

Varre: *Explicityly says how you would die for nothing so easily in the land between. And you being bitchless.*

Heimdall: *Threatening our boy Atreus on a literal edge, wanting to drop him*

Funny ass men have funny as memes.

(The last meme is from: 326-3rr0r.tumblr.com)

They look like rats, pathetic rat men. God they are ugly but why are they pretty at the same time? One look dead tired and the other has gold teeth... HOW DID I FIND THESE TWO ATTRACTIVE???

Getting out the shits and giggles

Both are tragic loyal to a fault characters serving a god that wont bat an eye if they were gone. Varré and Heimdall both wanted love and recognition but they let their action speak than their words.

They both got their traumatic experience. Varré being the only one who survived and himself after Mogh kidnapped war surgeons, forcing them to serve him. Heimdall is with a manipulative father that wont fucking hesitate to kill him if he proved useless.

By personality we see, yeah they are a big dick head but there is some good to them. As much as a cultist Varré was, trying to manipulate you into their cult. He trusted you, and he would give the very best from the Moghwyn dynasty.

Heimdall with his insight, is blind from Odins atrocious acts. He at the end of the day, would protect Asgard his home and his family (that is mostly Odin). Can you really fault him tormenting Atreus when he forsaw the childs want of Ragnarok. An event that destroys his home.

Of course there are actions they've done that are unforgivable. We wont shy away from it. You can't be a baby girl without commiting murder once or twice... or thousands.

With their attitude and upbringing, no wonder they are alone. Its basically canon how lonely these bitches are. No friends nor lover (only in fanfic we trust.).

In the end they both died by the hands of the protagonist. Being loyal 'til the end but their gods didn't have much attachment anyways. Their efforts washed away like a snap. Died like a useless pawn, unloved, a discarded tool.

I love how they have so much to give with their limited story/screentime. I must applaud the writers making such interesting, brainrotting characters. They've capture the hearts of many and maybe ruining some. (a.k.a me, they are ruining me and i have a test and all i could think of is them with my o.c. lol.)

******Reasons why they are popular amoung fans ;)*****

Again... Pathetic men, baby girl. Complaining a fucking lot and talks about their superiority.

Their eyes, god! the lore/importance of their eyes.

The trait loyalty and their sadistic tendencies.

Enemies to lovers potential \(♡○♡)/.

Original characters and Readers p.o.v. galore!

If only there was someone who challenged their ideals and change their outlook of the gods they are saving. Plus someone they kiss too.

Heck just ship them with another character to make them worse >◇<)_

Thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

Bonus: I love how Varré tells sweet lies to get you to his cult. While Heimdall is an absolute soul crusher with his truths.

These two got released last year with two execptional and astounding games. 2022 is the year of gamer and rat men.

[cuntstable]

in the moghwyn dynasty rn and just realized that varre sounds like jordan peterson. man….

[gecko1011010]

Ngl,Moghwyn dynasty would be the most metal dynasty if Morgott joins:

https://www.tumblr.com/forencu/719867512719818752/the-way-the-omen-twins-would-have-been-dancing-on?source=share

Yeah since night's cavalries are already pretty metal

[tlgtw]

Hey, I was watching your live reaction stream and really enjoined it! I hope you find time and motivation so stream more often in the future! I have a few questions, but I am especially intriqued by Messmers connection to snakes and the possibly connection to the first(?) burning of the erdtree. Do you have any thoughts on that? And, what do you think about the phrase "they werent saints, they just happend to be on the losing side of the war", that puzzles me ...

Thank you so much for enjoying my stream. I don't know how how much it came through but I was magnum nervous during the whole thing, so it really has been a relief to see that people liked it. I am seriously considering streaming more in the future, but it will depend on other factors.

I will answer your questions:

I don't believe there's sufficient evidence for the Erdtree having been burned anytime prior to when Melina and we commit the First Cardinal Sin. The upcoming episode for ERwSET ends up covering this.

I do believe Messmer is directly connected to a major event from the past, however. In the gladiator equipment and elsewhere, it's mentioned that in pop-culture, the snake is considered a traitor to the Erdtree. Traitor, obviously means that at some point before then, the snake was supposed to be *allied* to the Erdtree.

What kind of historical event, then, did this pop-culture belief come from?

I think Messmer relates directly to that. As he is a demigod, and almost certainly descends from Marika, he and his snakes--I believe--committed some kind of amazing betrayal that resulted in his existence being wiped from the history books. Leaving behind only the vague idea that snakes were the symbol of a traitor among the masses.

An idea that Rykard, perhaps, later co-opted over the course of his own rebellion against the Erdtree.

As for the quote "they were never saints, they just happened to be on the losing end of a war" it's recognized first that the voiceline is being played out of context--so we don't know who the speaker is or what the rest of the dialogue is that they're speaking with. "They were never saints" implies the speaker is specifically agreeing or disagreeing with something that was previously said.

For that, I believe the group that line is referring to is someone we have no idea about yet--a new faction to be introduced in the DLC itself.

If we assert that it *is* a group that has some reference in the base game, however, then I think these people who were 'never saints' could be the Proto-Nox. The Numen people that eventually became the Nox after they were banished underground and built the Eternal Cities.

Or, the civilization behind the 'Ancient Dynasty' that originally built the Urd and Uhl Palace Ruins, the structure in the Lake of Rot, and the Moghwyn Dynasty Mausoleum.

[threefeline]

Been messing around with shading and lighting a lot recently! This is the first major "big piece" I've done in a While it feels like. It started out as just a little sketch, but I kinda just kept adding more and more, wanting to mess with like... Idk lines and shit. Anyway context is that the magma sword was made by a sanguine noble of the Moghwyn Dynasty, stabbed into a firewyrm and just... Idk sat there until Gislaine came along and killed it. They were like "cool sword I'll take it" And if anyone is interested, a little blurb under the cut :)

Melania's waterfowl dance came at them like a wave; clashing against their scaled greatword with swing after swing after swing. Their guard was going to break.

Too fast

She's too fucking fast

A flurry of strikes smashed against the guard while their feet dragged back in the water from each impact. And then their sword started to chip.

A scale flew off to the side, followed by another, and another and another, until scales began to shatter off their sword like a thin layer of glass.

And then it happened.

At the same time Melania's final strike met their blade, a shattering sound rang out through the Haligtree roots. Gislaine's arm shot outward, and they were wide open.

In slow motion, Melania drew back her sword. She was going to impale them where they stood.

But…As the pitch black scales rained down around them..

Their arm felt featherweight now. Like there wasn't even anything in their hand.

Melania's sword shot forward.

Gislaines foot and tail braced to the right.

And as if simply clawing downward, they brought the sword down, clanging against her blade and halting her attack with only a cut suffered to their cape.

They started to strike back.

[bowietea]

can you give a summary of your age of blood au? im really interested in it!!

So basically

Age of Blood is an Alternative Universe where there’s another possible ending to achieve, where, obviously, is to usher in the Age of Blood. It is also where it gives me the opportunity to re-write Mohg as a character since he was given the GRRM curse (mf incest and weird af shit). It tells the Story about Mistress Bowie, Wife of Mohg, Who guides the Tarnished and tells more about the Moghwyn Dynasty. How ever since the Capture and Sacrifice of Miquella, soon believing they have the Chance to bring forth the Formless Mother into the Lands Between and to stay as Constort for Lord Mohg as he would, if successful, take over Queen Marikas place without being an Empyrean. This also brings along more ideas and a Longer quest to get the chance to start the boss fight with Luminary Mohg.

If you would like to now more I do have a goodle document filled with information

[omegazeta5]

Elden's Bane: A Legend of Zelda and Elden Ring Crossover

Ship(s): Link/Ranni, Past Zelink

summary: Beyond the fog, a trio of Goddesses find a land in dire need of repair. In doing so, they send their chosen soldier as their emissary, unaware that he will lose all of who he is just to reach the shore.

His presence in this Shattered country may spell its doom, or its very salvation.

Ch. 2

Limgrave's Tree Sentinel was dead. 

News spread fast. For many a century had the golden champion terrorized any and all would-be Tarnished to come ashore. He had patrolled the plains with vigor relentless and unending. Not a single man who chose to take up swords against the rogue sentinel survived the encounter. Now, Tarnished Recusant and Bloody Finger alike could rest easy. Southwest Limgrave was safe now. 

No one knew who landed the fateful blow. Presumably, no one had been around to witness it. 

—

"So he's met Sellen, I take it?" Varre asked. 

His attendant nodded. Varre huffed. A chilled breeze blanketed the plains of grass before them. He allowed it to raise the flesh beneath his gown as he considered options. The Erdtree was growing brighter in the distance, slowly but surely. The dark of night was beginning to fade over the golden country. Dawn was coming. 

"Resourceful little bugger, isn't he…" Varre gave his attendant a nod. "Assign two more trackers. I want to know his next move before he does." 

The servant vanished in a pool of fermented blood. Varre crossed his arms, tapping his fingers all the while. The possibility of recruitment was still open. The boy didn't seem particularly loyal to the Greater Will's dogma when they spoke. He'd also hardly spoken at all. He had listened to the lures Varre had spread out before him and bitten onto none of them. Typically at least one catches a Tarnished's ear. The fear of dying in obscurity, the veiled glory of storming Stormveil. The boy's expression hadn't twitched once during any of Varre's standard schpiel.  And he was a boy. Varre had seen it in his cheeks, his gait. He'd assumed the boy had stolen those ornamental paired swords off a dead scion. Once he saw what the boy did to the Tree Sentinel—his Sentinel—he knew better. And on the boy's first try, no less. 

Moghwyn's future dynasty could certainly use a man—a boy—of this Tarnished's talents. It could not come to the light of day without them, in fact. It could also be smothered in its crib by one. The difference between both outcomes lay on a thread easily snipped. Thankfully, Varre had sussed out at least one piece of information to go off of. 

"Link," he mused aloud. "Fair-faced, vicious Link. I will remember you, little lambkin." 

—

Melina wasn't sure what to say. "You wish to know if he likes…'carrots?'"

A troop of dead Godrick soldiers lay behind them. Link was still examining Torrent. He ran his palm across rugged muscle. The steed snorted, shuffling his hooves in place. Link nodded without looking at Melina. 

"Long, orange stems. Leafy bits. Tasty. You don't have those here?" 

Melina cast him an uneasy glance. "We have rowa fruit." 

"How's that?" 

"You don't eat it. He does."

"So he likes it?"

"I fail to see what this has to do with the accord." 

Link turned to face her. His expression (what could be seen of it beneath his cowl) perplexed Melina. She could spy soft cheeks, a pointed nose. But his brow was all hard edges, deep and perpetually serious. It made it difficult to discern what the Tarnished was thinking. A pair of ornamental straight swords hung at his hips. She wondered if he knew how to do anything with them. 

"It's a straight shot to the capital?" Link asked. 

"Not exactly," Melina said slowly. "I would guide you as necessary." 

Link seemed to give the notion some thought. "I'd move faster on my own. And I don't know what's along the path. You could slow me down. You could be a liability." 

"I'm a light and…sensible traveler." 

Link eyed her up and down. He nodded. "Yeah. You look sensible." 

He patted Torrent's rump, and Melina took it as a cue to send the steed away. Link stared as Torrent vanished in a floating cascade of blue glitters. "That's so convenient." 

Melina frowned. The way he spoke made this whole endeavor sound like a school trip of sorts. "Then it's settled?" 

Link looked at her again. Melina had known many travelers from beyond the fog. She had seen many of them perish before her feet. At this juncture, this strange boy with a strange face and strange air about him…she was not so certain he wouldn't join them.

"Yeah," he said. "I'll take you to the Erdtree." 

Melina cleared her throat and raised her hood over herself. "Very well. What will you do next?" 

"I'm gonna keep looking around. I just got here, you see."

"I'm well aware…"

"Then I'm taking Stormveil."

Melina blinked. Link left her with nothing to say. He jaunted through the camp's main gate, to where a whole entourage of fresh troops waited. Swords were drawn. A giant's roar shook the rock beneath Melina. She sighed. 

Perhaps this accord wouldn't take up too much of her time after all…

—

Torrent was a good steed. He understood Link's nudges and suggestions with intelligence that seemed beyond a normal mount. How Link knew the difference between a good steed and a bad one was up for debate. The weather was kind to Limgrave; a full sun and a cool breeze accompanied Link on his journey through the open country. It made the land seem almost beautiful. 

But the scars were plain for anyone to see, and Link saw them all. The rotting nobles who milled about the roads, soldiers who'd lost their minds a century or three ago. The very dirt itself seemed tainted somehow. It was like the Erdtree in the distance had its roots in everything. Link could feel the engorged undergrowth wherever he went. It made him nauseous. Hitting various military encampments and pilfering their loot was all he could do to distract himself. 

She was there with him during his travels and battles alike. The faint smell of smoke and ash clung to him even when she was nowhere to be found. She hadn't spoken to him since their first meeting, and Link was glad for that. He wasn't sure why he accepted her accord; maybe because she'd had a horse, and she'd seemed harmless. Either way it was another soul cataloged in the pendant. 

It grew warm against his chest whenever he met a new face. The surgeon in the white mask. The witch in the picturesque helm. Even the oversized jar with hands and legs to boot. Each new name he learned he only had to hold the pendant in his hand to recall with perfect clarity. Every word of every conversation held with every Tarnished. A useful tool, if beguilingly frustrating. If only it could bring him more of the lady with the golden hair. 

She didn't feel like Tarnished, though. The girl with the scarred eye. He wondered why the pendant found her at all important. It didn't matter. They all felt tainted same as the soil beneath them. That sickening feeling in his gut. The one that made him nauseous. 

He decided it must mean he hated all of them. 

—

"Darriwil's gone, My Lady. I'm sorry; I've failed you."

"A dead traitor is worth as much as a jailed one, my friend. I'd told thee as such before thou embarked on this charade." 

"I was supposed to leave him be after what he did to us? It wasn't supposed to take that much of my time, anyhow."

"Just as well; the deed is done. Do we know who struck the killing blow?"

"No. His corpse was rotting by the time I found it. Something awful strange clings to it, though."

"Oh?"

"A scent that's not his. To tell you the truth, My Lady…it doesn't smell like anything that ought to belong in Limgrave. Or the rest of the Lands Between."

"You worry of yet another God come to rob the Greater Will of its vacuous price, is that it? Perhaps we ought to send word to the Formless Mother, or the Frenzied Flame. Set up a dinner date."

"Mistress Ranni…"

"Forgive me, Blaidd. I'm in decidedly high spirits as of late."

"Should I drop the issue?"

"No. Follow the trail, if you'd like. See to it the endeavor doesn't impede your other duties. Alert me of any new developments."

"You don't have to humor me, My Lady. There's a fool to be made out of any outlandish errand, I know that." 

"I know just as well. I am, however, the slightest bit curious."

[world-of-funkin]

//... Is it wrong of me to wish for a happy ending for a person like Mohg? Like, what if he did not choose Miquella to be the catalyst for his Moghwyn Dynasty? What if he chose some other Tarnished (maybe Varré?), or heck, himself??? Or, like a lot of theories point out, what if he managed to resist Miquella’s bewitching powers completely??? Cause if it is wrong, I don’t wanna be right. Dude was tormented, and suffering, as all Omens are. He deserved better.

[prismatic-starstuff]

I just got the to the part in Varre quest where he gives you the Knight's Medal, & I'm honestly kinda chucklin at Varre being like hey don't use this yet, we're gonna get call soon enough. like lmao is the badge gonna work like pager? Is the tarnished gonna hear it beeping and see a text message on it that says "Greetings Knight! It's Luminary Mohg! Great news the dynasty is popping off tomorrow. Be at the Moghwyn Palace at evenfall, you don't have to bring anything but yourself. XOXO Mohg"

AMDNSXKSNXSJ this is such a good mental image 😂

Just imagining the medals working like a group call; everyone who has one being contacted by the Luminary all at once, and he's been asleep for so long that he's forgotten how to Word Properly so he's just like '...what'cha doin'...?'

[whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon]

Now I can't speak for other Anon's but I have no problem with the influx of nsfw stuff. If anything I'm giddy for anything of the sort. I'm mainly just appreciative of your writing in general.

That being said, I noticed that most of the Good Hoonter asks were directed toward the Moghwyn Dynasty stuff, which is fair, but let me suggest; Morgott.

Morgott sees his blood as accursed and the Good Hoonter is like "really? cursed? no no, you see this is accursed blood-" and goes on to describe basically what happened in Yharnham.

Or, similarly, Good Hoonter looking at Mohgwyn Dynasty and is just like "no no no no no" and trying to right the wrongs there.

Or or! Great One Good Hoonter throwing out the Formless Mother and basically being like, "if you want blood use mine instead. that other one is just mad."

Oh, thank you, anon! I'm glad you enjoy the content! If anything, I think I can be extremely flowery and over the top in my writing but I'm glad you appreciate it.

After hearing what transpired in Yharnam, Morgott, in a rare display of sympathy, gives the Good Hoonter what essentially amounts to his version of "That's rough, buddy." lmaoooo

Just imagine after ousting the Formless Mother, Mohg is carrying around the Great One Hoonter and Varré just looks at them all, "My lord... what is that?"

And Mohg holds the Great One Hoonter out a la baby Simba and just says, "...The rebirth of our dynasty. Mohgwyn..."

Varré thinks the Great One Hoonter looks hideous though lmaooo