you are about to sacrifice something precious. the life of a fair maiden, that you would toss into the fiery forge. only so that you may be lord . . . what a horrible thing to ponder. your ascendency requires her sacrifice, wether she wishes it or not . . . but how would the lord, crowned so, be looked upon ?
# ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ . a private, selective, low effort & low activity multimuse. you will mostly find characters from soulslikes / soulsbornes on here with the misc character here and there. formerly found under the url hauntics. first established in 2018, latest revamp took place in 2026. mostly friends focused, rarely follows first. no carrd or doc, rules and roster are to be found under the readmore โก
001 . as i've already said, this is a private & selective multimuse blog. this blog is not, and will not, be my main blog. my activity will forever be super low and i am inclined to say that the replies of this blog will mostly run off the queue. if you have need of me feel free to message me on my main blog @wanegod
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soulslikes / soulsbornes
saint aldrich . dark souls 3 . he / him
prince lorian . dark souls 3 . he / him
micolash . bloodborne . he / they
loretta . elden ring . she / her
blaidd . elden ring . he / him
vyke . elden ring . he / him
juno hoslow . elden ring . he / she / they
d ( darian ) . elden ring . he / him
the wylder . elden ring: nightreign . he / him
carlo geppetto . lies of p . he / him
the tracker / alidoro . lies of p . he / him
black cat / lucio volfe . lies of p . he / him
originals . pages still a big wip !!
sarmenti . ttrpg pc / hunter of the undead, turned a wicked god's champion and revenant . she / her
aryn . elden ring oc / tarnished, vessel for the flame of frenzy . she / her
deoradh . elden ring oc / outlander turned rider for the night's cavalry . he / him
alkiphron "kip" . fandomless / modern day oracle, blinded by omniscience . they / them
others
hector . castlevania: curse of darkness ( anti netflixvania ) . he / him
luocha . honkai star rail / removed from the source material . he / him
durin . genshin impact / heavily hc based . he / him
zhongli . genshin impact / heavily hc based . he / him
albedo . genshin impact / heavily hc based . he / they / it
rakan . league of legends / somewhat removed & heavily hc based . refers to self with he / him, accepts any to be called
hwei . league of legends / heavily hc based . he / him
i am open to bring back former muses of mine for friends, upon request. i'm not too strict with my roster
he doesnโt find himself easily dissuaded. after all, having a temper as crude as his own made it so he found hers tolerable, the stubborn resistance he has given her time and time again over a modicum of her concern. there is a simplicity that comes about that he can retain & keep to : a watchful guard dog over its wounded friend, keeping watch and keeping certain when all hope seemed lost. a gloved hand to find their fruit for the day, to push the cloak further against her chin when the cold swept in, or to hold the curved shine of his blade ready when monsters peered closely from the dark. he has done it silently just the same. there have been few words between them since the passing of her friend. the moments she does speak, it is murmurs in her disturbed sleep, or times like now, when she says things he canโt hope to understand.
his brows furrow, not unkind but uncomprehending. sorry for what? a pointless bit of misery, giving him these words. โย donโt be ridiculous now. โ he gives a nudge of his shoulder, eyes on the stale piece of bread she brings to her mouth after coaxing. i just want you to eat. once she complies, some part of him manages to find reprieve in the simple gesture. although a shame, he found, that he had not been able to find them anything better than this โ not today perhaps, but tomorrow. he would try; yes, he always would.
when her attention returns to him, he scoffs lightly. he cannot say he knows what it means to lose someone so close to oneโs soul that it could splinter this way, skin cracked & tears shed. he has only ever had himself to claw for, this fleeting life, but he thinks he might understand that sorrow, for itโs the kind discomfort that sits in his eyes rather than his words, to see her this way. โย very well. โ then he chews too, but not the whole chunk of it. somehow he hopes she doesnโt notice, that he can continue to slip it back into their pouch and coax her into eating it after, whenever she might indulge it. โย there, satisfied? โ shifting, he tugs his arm free and slinks it around her, the cloak with it. their heads touch, a light thing, more terrified of its fragility than any shard-bearing beast; a gesture he would only afford his wolf when she lived, and now aryn. โย we canโt stay here for long. will you come back with me? โ
usually, she doesn't wallow. she doesn't break. she buckles and bends before she ever lets her cracks show. not for pride but for others. someone has to carry the torch, someone has to light candles in the dark and in these gruesome times, very few offer themselves to do it. so, she devotes herself to it . . . most of the time. it's a gentle feeling to know that even if she is to fall, there is someone to collect her pieces. a warmth that settles deep within her bones and coaxes her into safety, even if she would like to be anywhere else.
aryn hums in contemplation, before she speaks between the last few crumbs in her mouth. โ i - โ there. another apology almost slips. for the inconvenience, for the situation she's putting him in minute after minute. for the weight she places upon his shoulders if only to lessen her own load. she won't be ridiculous again. that's what they do for eachother. โ right. i won't. โ
she only hears his teeth tear into the stale bread and decides not to watch him. it's pity, it's an attempt to soothe and she knows . . . and she welcomes it. โ i'll let it slide . . . for now. โ it's her weakest attempt at a jest so far. one that doesn't even tug at her own lips but rather moves her eyes up to his, searching for at least some leftover joy between them. then, she lets herself lean over when he removes his arm from her side and rests it elsewhere. it's warm, much unlike the slight wind that tries to bite at her face with every gust the rainstorm pushes into the rickety hut. her shoulders turn and twist only enough for her to slot better into his side. the gesture is not lost on her, as gently, her head pushes back into his. if only he was aware how anchoring this kindness is. an arm to catch her before she even slips, a hand to pull her back up in case she does. with a home long gone and withered, this is the closest she gets and she takes it. where grief is mended and her heart held like a treasure. she holds the thank you, just as she held the apology.
will you come back with me ? she lets the question simmer in her mind for a moment. of course she would. to the ends of the earth, even, if only he asked. her eyes linger on the doorway for a moment and she listens to the pitter - patter of the rain on moldy wood. it's almost like a song the weather is playing just for them. โ it's still raining. โ it's a statement of fact. they can both see the weather just beyond the threshold. โ don't you want to wait it out ? โ perhaps it's her admittance of finally settling in more comfortably. perhaps it's her still missing drive to be anywhere else but here. safe in both his arm and cloak, warm and secure, despite what else still goes on within her heart or outside the hut. โ do we have to be anywhere before daybreak ? โ she will move if he insists. she always does. even with the way aryn's slightly closing her eyes and letting one of the rare comfortable sighs rumble through her ribcage.
