#mohgmiq tw

[bloodrosebriars]

Just shoot.

from send just shoot for my muse to say what’s on their mind [accepting!!]

“Would a blanket help or harm the cocoon…? For a realm so thoroughly blessed by my accursed, fiery blood, it certainly does get cold in the mausoleum come the end of autumn. Even I tend to cosy myself up beneath a blanket come the wintertime… Ah, but how dreadfully I worry that the feeling of fabric, no matter how light and smooth, may damage the cocoon’s already-split shell, or irritate dear Miquella’s fragile skin.”

Sigh. “Oh, if only I could truly ask him what it is he desires — beyond the realm of blankets as well, of course. His favourite incense and flowers. His favourite books and stories. Alas, he has never returned my conversations, no matter how many hours I spend tending to his shell. In the end, I haven’t the slightest clue what it is he truly desires…

“…

“… I just wish he could tell me what he wants.”

[cinderflower]

A short new MohgMiq fic is up under the CorpseFlower pseud - as always, heed the tags and content warnings.

You can read it here on AO3

[bloodrosebriars]

-Points at cocoon- -Points back at Mohg, like, "yo, what the fuck".

from tell my muse what the fuck is wrong with them [accepting!!]

“Aye, is it not beautiful? The cocoon’s soft curves, delicate shell, translucent webs, and my dear’s pale, ivory skin? Miquella is sure to become a God like no other, once the ritual is complete. I grow ever eager by the day to witness his arrival.”

… He, uh, seems to have forgotten this was supposed to be about his own flaws. Or about himself at all. Ah, well. Better luck next time, anon!

[bloodrosebriars]

🥃

from give my muse a shot [accepting!!]

He really oughtn’t drink any more liquor. So of course he downs this one before even thinking up something to talk about.

Sniff. “Nghh… something about myself… that nobody knows…” He smacks a palm to his forehead. “I’ll admit it. I confess. Shackle me belowground and feed mine eye to the corvids, but… I don’t like lilies.” Smack, smack, smack. “I simply do not! I know they are Miquella’s favourite — named after him, even! — but they’re just so… so… bland! Drooping and drooling and colourless! They look like a vomiting dragon! I hate them!” A half-sob. “Oh, Miquella, forgive me… we shall surely have roses and lilies adorning our union, yet I shall surely see each white bloom upon the altar and scoff… Why couldn’t thou prefer a daisy, or a dahlia? Oh, woe…!”

Total drinks: nine

[fenharael]

More progress... redid Miq's face

[fenharael]

Wait last min fic thought before I go to sleep:

Miquella's Lily is actually nightshade...or he tries to poison Mohg with the flowers he grows in his garden but his sabotage doesn't work and he gets Punished tm. The punishment is being drugged and [REDACTED]

Miquella is a prophet and sees visions of the formless mother so Mohg kidnaps him to be her vessel and her oracle... something something st trina ok goodnight

[fenharael]

I'll bite and assume this is a genuine question.

How and why people find certain things hot or appealing can range from the deeply personal to just liking the aesthetic. I don't owe you an in depth, personal explanation as to why that is the case because I don't know you and it's none of your business.

I will tell you I enjoy noncon content, power dynamics, and "unhealthy" relationships in fiction and I enjoy creating content that deals with those subjects and that I tag for it - in this case I tagged for the ship - so people who do not like it can avoid it.

Writing and consuming fiction that features or deals with "problematic" content, whether it's visual or written, is not an endorsement of those things. Because I draw, write, and read about rape or incest does not mean I support those things in reality and does not mean I think they are good. It's a fantasy. It's a way for people to engage with those subjects in a safe, controlled, and very much NOT real space.

Regarding Miquella in lore: He is an adult trapped in a child's body. A body, that by the time we find it as the player, is very much no longer that of a child anyway.

This is canon and very easily verified by the fact that he and Malenia are twins and she is an adult. Also supported by the fact that he's described in multiple sources as "brilliant", "powerful", and was the heir apparent to the Elden Throne.

That being said, it does not make Mohg's abduction and violation of him any better.

As a final note I want to reiterate the fact that you do not have to interact with me or the content I create if you don't like it. I highly recommend you either block me or mute the #mohgmiq tag so you do not see things you find upsetting.

Have a nice night.

[fenharael]

in the meantime please have this old mohgmiq sketch

[fenharael]

View the full image on poipuku :)

[fenharael]

i've been taking a break from my mohgmiq stuff to write another varré fic but i'm having a hard time deciding how i want some of it to play out.

tw noncon, necrophilia, gore mentioned below the cut

i was thinking originally it wouldn't have sexual content, just torture porn/piss kink/drinking basically and be varré expressing his rage and sadness onto Envy for mohg's death.

but i really like the idea of varré either drugging or dismembering her or killing her so she is more helpless before fucking her... but i'm starting to worry it's trying to incorporate too many ideas.

i guess i'm also worried about either boring people by writing too many variations on one theme or driving them away by writing stuff that's more hardcore (like, less "sexy" gore?). which i can remedy by reminding myself it's all for me, but i've got too many ideas to fit into one smut fic and i do like sharing with people. part of the fun and joy is sharing so i don't want it to be of no interest to anyone else lol

maybe the solution is just writing more than one fic or making it longer to accommodate more scenarios.

i am gonna get back on the mohgmiq stuff it just ended up getting pretty emotionally heavy for me personally and writing varré is like eating candy for my brain.

[bloodrosebriars]

:) dynasty fam

[bloodrosebriars]

bad apples | dear miquella i | mohg | 652

They didn’t always have apple trees outside the Bloody Mausoleum. But things have been changing recently.

Miquella’s hand is as still as always as Mohg kneels before the God’s grand pedestal, a basket of fruit held between his knees as he sits comfortably on his heels. These apples have been deemed no good by the chefs — bruises and scuffs, torn skin and plucked stems. Nothing he would consider worth tossing good food away for. Nothing he can’t, in a strange sort of way, sympathise with.

Plucked stems. Torn skin. Bad apples.

He peels away at their skin with meticulous claw.

The skin, he pops into his mouth to snack on. The fruit, he slices into quarters to give to the albinaurics. The cores, he tosses over the edge of the mausoleum — into the blood river for the birds to peck apart. All smells of roses and fruit. His claws are sticky with juices.

“Did thy tree ever bear fruit, my dear?” he asks the slumbering God before him. He doesn’t get an answer. He wasn’t expecting one. “‘Tis a funny saying, to bear fruit. Fruits of labour. Fruits of love. In a sense, if we spoke in metaphor, suppose we could call thee the fruit of the Haligtree, could we not? Literal, metaphorical… hm.”

He’s just running his mouth.

Three, four, five apples he’s sliced, placing their fruit upon a thick, silk kerchief to keep them from touching the blood-soiled ground. Miquella is still as ever. Mohg continues to speak.

“I have to wonder — and I’m sure thee wonder, too, my dear — how fares the Haligtree without thy presence. If it once bore fruit, do they rot now? Indeed, thou bringest so much energy to our little world here below the universe, I am wont to wonder how much of it still thrives within those branches, if any at all of thy essence still remains.”

More apple skin, red and bruised, he pops into his mouth. He wishes he could offer some to Miquella. He knows that would be silly. He feels the urge, anyway. Did Miquella enjoy fresh fruit?

“‘Tis a funny thing, how trees and fruits grow. We used to import our produce to thy dimension of blood, for lack of a better term, as thou surely know well. My dear, sweet Masks — bless their hearts — scouring the world above for signs of trees. ‘Tis easier now with the trees blooming within our mausoleum.”

Another apple — eight, nine, ten. Another core for the birds.

“I do wonder, though: was it thy influence that allowed these trees to grow, my dear? Never before have we had much luck with gardening. Bloodied soil be poison to all life, it seems — what an irony, that the very thing which keeps creatures alive kills the plants that… that nourish them…” Pause. “Blood… killing the trees… killing their fruit…”

His motions pause. He’s making a realisation. He’s…

Hm.

Claws, sticky with juice, dripping in nectar, stained with apple peels. He clicks them together in thought — those dangerous, deadly fingertips.

He ignores the thoughts.

For that is the Mother’s will.

“Be this your way of connecting back… to thy roots, if thou will forgive the pun?” he asks, looking up to the grand cocoon before him — at the glistening of wings, the curls of blond hair, the folds of dead skin within it. “To assist us in our gardening, as thou once planted trees for thyself? Does it make thee happy, to see the fresh blooms — the fresh apples, the rowa and peaches? Wouldst thou be happier if I planted more seedlings for thee to nourish, my sweet? Would it help remind thee of home?

“Would… thou be happier if thou wert home?

“… Art thou happy at all?”

There is no response.

And he thinks, for the sake of his Dynasty, it’s best to leave it that way.

Seventeen.

Seventeen apples.

And eighteen rotting fruits.

[bloodrosebriars]

[bloodrosebriars]

// flops……. okay. call me naive, call this ooc, whatevs whatevs, but i’m. i think i’m gonna make it the canon of this blog that mohg eventually returns miquella to the haligtree and forsakes the formless mother by his own accord

he just. he just loves miquella so much, so much more than anything else in this world. and i’m imagining like. once miquella gets close enough to hatching, he’ll definitely visit mohg in his dreams and speak to him. of his pain. his suffering. his hatred. his own dreams. everything that mohg didn’t know and didn’t want to think about, confirmed. all those fears and horrors. and mohg will break down in guilt and do whatever he can to make miquella happy. even if it means the shattering of his own dynasty

what good is a dynasty of love led by someone so full of hate and resentment, so full of pain and suffering? and without miquella, there can be no dynasty, after all, too

hh

but if anyone wants to do a thread or dialogue that’s like, around this part in the timeline, of their muse trying to convince mohg to bring miquella back, of them helping him through his doubts, of helping him learn to grieve and deal with guilt, of him as a fresh sewer rat trying to learn to live without his powers, etc etc, totally hmu cus i’m thinkin a lot abt this aaa

[bloodrosebriars]

// okay but who’s gonna help him in the verse where mohg realises he’s fucking stupid and returns miquella to the haligtree cus he cant do that shit on his own

especially since the formless mother will probably end his life personally djfndnd

[bloodrosebriars]

// honestly tho pls imagine the masks helping to rebuild the haligree just all these busy little bees buzzing about their business i just hhh i just HHGGHHH i just aaaaa i justtbrbfnfndndnddmn