#miquela

[akiyart]

Miquella the kind ✨️

[nahobeanie]

Harbinger of Compassion

[emmartian]

Elden Ring First Anniversary 

[reborn--maggot]

a friend of mine is listening to the magnus archives for the first time and is semi-liveblogging it to me which is nice until I have to keep correcting him on names because he REFUSES to look at the transcripts. Did you mean Mike Crew. Did. Did you mean Nikola. Not Miquela? Nikola. Her name is Sasha and I think its hilarious that you forgot that. Gerard. Not Jared.

[vassalor]

Ellen ring headcanon

Mesmer not one of Marika/Radagon children, but actually Miquela subconscious mind manifestation.

His mind was tainted by Mohg blood and all his memories about the other demigods, his mother and his already twisted thanks to his power, but with the Omen blood poured into the mix, Miquela lost control and Mesmer was created.

[captainkaprozyx]

Dearest Miquela...

[bagf1sh]

How Miquella Happened Probably

by livia bagfish

Miyazaki, stumbling into the office drenched in sweat: guys guys guys.

From Soft devs: oh god he’s here. Sir, I promise, there’s like 3 swamps this time I swear they’re all awful.

Miyazaki: sicknasty but that’s not why I’m here. Look, yknow how I’m insane?

Devs:

Miyazaki: yeah so I watched a lot of. Inspirational material last night. And here’s my idea. There’s this twink femboy right? Might actually just be a girl but nobody knows.

Devs: Radagon?

Miyazaki: lol no a new one. Anyway he’s underaged, forever, and everyone thinks he’s super cute and cool. Also he’s a god. So like, he’s unbirthed himself and he’s chilling in this tree womb right?

Devs: the… Erdtree?

Miyazaki: lol no a new one. So then his evil stepbro, who’s like 10 feet and super evil, kidnaps him to make him his vampire boywife in a secret lair underground. And he’s still in a womb.

Devs:

Miyazaki:

Devs: sir… uh… maybe… maybe you should delete your search history.

(If you haven’t played elden ring, it’s worth mentioning this is all canon)

[yanderesimps]

Scarlet slumber

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A Miquela and Malenia story

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It was always there, ever looming in the always so distant retches of her mind, whispering and taunting her as if to provoke and incite.

Even in her now distant youth, she had always tried so desperately to ignore the words and voices, speaking to her of atrocities she could commit if she allowed the distant scarlet to lay siege to her will. There were times where they would ensnare her dreams within their grip, poisoning her nights with weary visions of the land between left in a constant state of stagnation and decline, devoured by the rot released by her unwilling hand. But like the ever watching eye of the moon, Miquela would always find her, consumed by the embrace of the night, hoping that the blissful silence may allow her a moments respite. He would slowly approach her, rarely seeing a sight of his sister not alerted by the mere dust floating amongst the air.

And like he would do even in the days where their eyes met with ease, he would clutch her the nightwear silken gown snared around her waist and pull himself close to the warmth of her presence. Malenia would always find that the rot within her calmed when miquela was nearby or perhaps it was just that something far more important require her attention.

She looked down at him, finding his pearly eyes gleaming up at her with wonder as if she were a flawless statue crafted from the finest marble. She would kneel to meet his level and almost immediately her brothers little hand would find her face even in the dimly lit gleam of the distant moon. His fingers traced the now scarred shut lids of her eyes, making the brother's heart twist and shatter. Oh how he yearned for the power to purge this vile rot from his sister's vessel and bring back the days before her arm and leg had wilted to rock only to crumble to dust.

Before his very eyes and with each passing moment, his sister was fading away like the embrace of the summer months much to his torment. Miquella was powerless to stop his twin's decline, only able to bring her momentary calm from the eternal torment of the scarlet bloom festering beneath her flesh like a cancer.

Yet, her will remained strong, heaving her lips into a content smile with every pout or sight of worry that pinched his brow. Alas as the weeks grew into years and the looming rot claimed her skin like the eroding sea banks of Liurnia, she could not hold the seemingly growing voices that laid claim to her mind at bay.

She would submerge herself in training, calling upon the distraction and passions of battle to distract her from her own fractured mind. Her brother being her only comfort in life, never her father's ever distant glare and mother's untouchable divinity. Oh how she despised them so, how they were both sickingly similar to the point where she wondered if they were of the same mind. They would watch as she wilted like a flower at battle with the northern winds. When her arm and leg disapated like the ashes of her victims, they were merely replaced just as she would be if she could not prove to be worthy.

But for now, with her mind clear and distant from the troubles of the outside world, Malenia raised her last hand of flesh to the tears staining her brothers face. She found solace in his tears, knowing that even though her twin brother was cursed with an eternal childhood, that his compassion and purity would not be tainted as hers had by the passing years of maturity.

She wondered sometimes how her brother could hold her in such awe for if she was a goddess carved in marble, it would be one lost to the tests of time. Broken charred and chapped. Her skin flaked like the old paints of the capital and fallen leaves of the erdtree. She was no longer the beauty she once was, the picturesque double of her father's image but instead the rotting bile that was his existence and lineage. But miquella? He had taken after their mother. Golden hair that shamed the glow of the erdtree and would make that sun turn its cheek in embarrassment. He was divinity and purity. He was what the mortals thought their mother to be. He was flawless no matter how much he sought to escape the limits and endless staircase of restrictions of his outer shell.

"Do you know who I am, Miquela" She asked softly, like the petals of her scarlet bloom that would someday birth to poison the lands of caelid.

Miquela nodded slowly, leaning his head to rest in the warmth of his sister's kindness. "You are Malenia, don't ask such stupid questions" He said, chastising her meekly beneath an ocean of tears that reminded Malenia of the stars that danced across the sky.

"Not only that but I am Malenia, blade of Miquela and I have never...?"

Miquela's face scrunched up as sadness bled into his heart, he feared his sister would collapse into nothingingness at that very moment, leaving him to greet the 'morrow alone. "...never know defeat" He said, finishing her words admist his own soft sobs that shook his words.

"This sickness will not claim me nor will it come to defeat me, Miquela, for as long as you wish it of me, I will remain by your side and wait for thy day that you will save me from this rotting prison"

Miquela nodded without words as he soon found shame in his moment of weakness.

"I will save you" Was all the twin brother could manage at that moment.

"And I will wait for you, no matter how many battle fields I must cross in order to see thy rising sun with you once more"

Malenia smiled once more, harshly ruffling her brothers crown making him chuckle beneath her rough affections.