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#[ive NEVER made a promo and this is janky but i wanted a pinned thing to help out lol]#promo

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On ng+4 Aslatiel invades in the huntsman's copse

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teasing in public to watch you suffer till we get home >

#tagged #revenge will be sweet

@silver-prince-corian

These days, every time Corian wakes up he expects the space beside him to be cold, only to be pleasantly surprised that not only is that space beside him warm, it’s filled by her.

She is still reserved, but he has seen a light in her verdant gaze that wasn’t there before, and there’s a certainty in her presence that grounds them both.

Marie is real, alive, and lovelier than ever.

He wraps her up in his arms and draws her closer to him until the space between them vanishes like the chill of the night.

“You’re here…”

The sense of warmth and breath and feeling was still something she had to get used to again. She remembered it deep in her bones. It was no small help that there was someone there more real than even those memories to reacclimate alongside. He made being alive not so bad, after all.

"Mm..."

It was these rough hands that were the first thing she felt pulling her from the grave. Those same hands that held her now, and that scent that filled her lungs, but untainted by the scent of burning and ash.

His found ghost's eyes flutter open very slightly before she squeezes them shut again and hides her face in his chest with a small whine against the sun. Very real fingers curl into the back of his shirt, keeping him close. She still had to get used to that, but at least he was there to help with that too.

#ask #Anonymous #;marie

"I know I dun' gotta do it no more, but I came t' enjoy doin' this fer y'. Reminds me o' th' old days."

Name: Jarrod Miller

Age: Was in m' 20s when we met--how long's it been?

Do you like to cuddle?: Truth be told, th' warm presence o' y' at m' side at night's often what kept me from fallin' int' despair/

Can we make-out?: Y' dun' even gotta ask.

A night in or dinner out?: Dinner out--always a new place t' see, right?

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Strawberries remind me' o' y'... an; I like eatin' y' too. -wink-

What makes you a good Valentine?: Fer th' first time in a long while, I think I can finally answer this fer y'. It ain't cause I'm yer husband. I'm yer husband 'cause I'm th' best an' only Valentine y'll ever need.

Anyone could've done what I did, I think, but was me who y' found on th' ground that day. Was me who stood by yer side through thick and thin--minusin' a couple exceptions, where I was a foolish young man. Yer a part o' me as much as I'm a part o' y'. Soulmates is what they'd call us.

When y'ain't around, I feel incomplete.

Yer m' best friend, m' wife, an' mother o' our children. An' there ain't no one else I'd've experienced this life with.

Would you cook for me?:

Now, why'd they have t' go an ask such a plain question after such a heavy one as th' one b'fore? Weird.

But yeah, I'd cook fer y'. Ain't nearly as good as you, though.

Would you let me cook for you?:

Yes.

.....

After each question, the wife in question giggles lightly at least. At the most she laughs fully, but with a happiness in her cloud-blue eyes. How funny. How long has it been? It was a good question. Time meant so little. All that mattered was being together, and making so, so many memories.

He understood that from the very beginning. No small wonder as to why he was ever her Valentine.

#asks #answered

wanderer-among-undead

In which subtle way do you say 'I love you'?

"are you sure you're okay?"

you wear your heart on your sleeve. you're probably the first to tell a person you love them in an unsubtle way -- because you love them, and they deserve to know it! maybe you're not entirely open about what you feel all the time (it depends on the situation and the person you're with) but you're generally comfortable around emotions. your own and others' -- and you'll make sure to encourage the people you love to be honest about how they feel, too. you'll check in with them to make sure they're okay, and you know your closed-off loved ones well enough to check in with them again when they've assured you that yes, they're fine, don't worry. because guess what? you'll happily worry about them, and they'll get it in the end. your love is the healing type; you're patching up scars you might not even know exist.

Stolen from: @yellowfingcr

Tagging, specifically: @tinyredrose

tinyredrose

She got the same thing...🥺

wanderer-among-undead

Tin

"S'... really been awhile, hasn' it, Rosalind?" the wanderer chuckled, looking at the familiar surroundings. How many people had come and gone, since that day? He glanced over from their small bonfire to the nondescript patch of grass that held no meaning to anyone.

It held no meaning except for Jarrod.

Back then, he had no direction to his travels, only to where he was likely survive. The path he took to this land had been treacherous and filled with peril. Not from man, but from the environment. He had come up from the dark path over yonder, and he could still remember the cold autumn breeze that hit his face just moments before he collapsed.

“Are you awake, my friend? Can you hear me?”

The first words of an angel who had come for him. Slowly, he turned his head to face her, just as he always did. Round face framed by soft, brunette hair tied into a bun, slate blue eyes, and freckles dotting her cheeks... He was staring again, smiling like the young farmer he was back then.

That day was so clear, even now...

She had not changed one bit, and his love for her had not diminished. It had grown, in fact. And he knew the woman he called his wife as if she were the back of his own hand.

Her past.

Her likes.

Her struggles.

Every curve. Every scar. Every freckle.

He knew of them, and she knew of him.

"I haven' done it in a long time, but... when I imagine life without 'cha, I get real sad," he remarked, looking down to the soup she had made for them. "Not only 'cause yer m' heart, but if I ain't never met y'... I'd've been left in darkness. Goin' down a path that'd've ended years ago." His calloused fingers entwined with hers. "I've y' t' thank fer that. M' strength, m' courage... m' determination. S'all 'cause y' inspired me."

Back then he was okay with her not loving him. They were best friends. She was a "noble," he thought. It could never work. But he was dumb--he was always not the smartest when it came to his worries.

"I love y', Rosalind. An' I ain't never gonna leave y'."

@tinyredrose

#i just kinda feel like jarrod saying these should be shared and preserved #;; so i put here.)

wanderer-among-undead

I made a post about this when I started RPing for Elden Ring, but... I am actually a bit emotional looking back on this. This is my first interaction with Rosemun, and just... I do feel a little sad because I have become more reclusive over the years. I find it harder to reach out to people like this nowadays.

But much like Jarrod back then, I never thought that my friendship with her would become so deep. We live together, now, and honestly have done a lot of things we'd not have done alone.

And like Rose for Jarrod, Rosemun honestly has made my life such a happier thing--even if we have our moments.

Even though our 10 years is in a few months... no harm in celebrating early with the birth of the ship that started it all.

@tinyredrose

tinyredrose

"Hey, Rose..." Jarrod turned his head to his wife as they laid that night. "When this.... s'all over--the Elden Ring's reformed an' things're set back right. What'd y' wanna do next?" Though they have settled down before, it had ever been the pair's style to ride off into the sunset together. Such was how the tales of the King and Queen went.

"Well..." she began, her usual exuberance just the barest bits of subdued in the night with her sleepiness, "Are you not wondering too far ahead?"

Rosalind smiled and rolled onto her side. Strands of her hair curled against her freckled face and coy lips hummed while a finger tapped at Jarrod's nose once to punctuate her words.

"And therefore, you are thinking too much." Then she recoiled and used her hands as a pillow. "We are going to live each day that was strung to the one behind it, and look ahead toward the one that is arriving. That is all I have ever wanted to do, and that has not changed. Are you worried about something, my love?"

Was he restless? Was something lingering in the back of his mind? He was ever the one to hold anxieties between the two of them, and she didn't understand, but she would certainly always listen and share her perspective.

wanderer-among-undead

Jarrod could not help smiling at her as she acted in her usual, carefree way. Though he held into his anxieties, she was the one who often helped him sort out his thoughts. Whether he wanted to or not. And in truth, his question was an attempt to avoid the true cause of his restlessness.

“It dun’ feel right …” He raised an arm, allowing the two runes he held to manifest upon the back of his hand. “Jus’ relaxing, when th’ world’s still needin’ fixed.”

Now, he was starting to sound like Alina.

“Rennala, Rahdahn, Morgott, Rykard… We got th’ shards with a Tarnished, and th’ tree’s burning. But the way’s still not open.”

That perplexed him. Why would Marika bar the way?

“Or maybe s’jus’ I miss bein’ on th’ road with y’. Y’ rubbed off on me too much. Now, I barely can sit still.”

tinyredrose

Her hand covered the back of his and pushed it down, her eyes resting on his.

"I know... that you have become more than a simple traveler now. But thinking only goes so far, and it will bury you." Her eyes just barely carried a hint of pain as she recalled the turmoil it had put him through already, going back to those days where she had nearly lost him all over again.

Rosalind scooted closer, wiggling along the ground so she could rest her forehead against the side of his head.

"... Then your question is what we should do 'now,' not really what comes after. There will always be an after; the present is always the worst!" she laughed, though the sound was a bit stifled. She never was good at facing the current reality. "I would love to just go and ride off together, you and I, but there are still things to be done, hm? ... Ah- well, whatever it is, I will be there with you, and then afterwards, we can go on to that bright, next day."

what dnd class suits your oc?

Ranger

You’re a thoughtful and resourceful person who likes to observe the world around you. You feel at peace when surrounded by nature and might feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed by busy places like bustling cities. You might have some very specialized skills that aren’t often relevant to daily life, but are incredibly helpful in the right situation. You’re practical and an explorer at heart.

subclass: Gloom Stalker

Gloom stalkers are at home in the darkest places: deep under the earth, in gloomy alleyways, in primeval forests, and wherever else the light dims. Most folk enter such places with trepidation, but a gloom stalker ventures boldly into the darkness, seeking to ambush threats before they can reach the broader world. Few people would accuse you of being too flashy or outgoing. You have a tendency to go unnoticed or blend into the background, and you have likely learned how to use this to your advantage. You’re very comfortable doing your own thing, even if that thing is something that other people might find unusual. You may not be afraid of things that typically frighten most people. You know yourself well and you’re not overly concerned with what other people think about you.

what dnd class suits your oc?

Sorcerer

You’ve got a lot of self-confidence and most of the time you have what it takes to back up your own claims about yourself. You’re a charming improviser who can sometimes whip surprising and creative solutions out of thin air when it’s needed the most. Some people might underestimate you, or think you’re just shallow and self-centered, but you have a lot of potential inside and you would love to shape it into something incredible.

subclass: Wild Magic

Your innate magic comes from the wild forces of chaos that underlie the order of creation. You might have endured exposure to some form of raw magic, perhaps through a planar portal leading to Limbo, the Elemental Planes, or the mysterious Far Realm. Perhaps you were blessed by a powerful fey creature or marked by a demon. Or your magic could be a fluke of your birth, with no apparent cause or reason. However it came to be, this chaotic magic churns within you, waiting for any outlet. You’re naturally a bit of a chaotic person. You might find that you’re continually ending up in weird and unexpected situations, or that something that you thought was a good decision just spiraled out of control. You have a complicated relationship with luck- sometimes things go really well for you and sometimes nothing goes right for you and you can’t always explain why. You might be impulsive at times, or make decisions that you can’t really explain in retrospect. You’re just trying your best, even when things feel out of control.

#yeah i figured LOL #thanks for the tag- too lazy to tag if you wanna do it #do it

"My entire life is an adventure, my friend, else it would hardly be a life worth living! Where do I even begin? Which do I choose? We would be here all day if I talked about which story was the one I loved to talk about, let alone whichever one I picked out!

"My beginnings at home, my journey to this land, how I met my comrades and loved ones, how I trained my craft with the blade and flame, and all the branching tales which I then took to because of these things. They allowed me to go so much further than I could have the adventure before.

"This... this, my friend, is what I love to talk about: the wild rush of life itself."

#i answered this before without even noticing what account it was sent to lmao #sorry abt that #been extremely frazzled lately

"Hey, Rose..." Jarrod turned his head to his wife as they laid that night. "When this.... s'all over--the Elden Ring's reformed an' things're set back right. What'd y' wanna do next?" Though they have settled down before, it had ever been the pair's style to ride off into the sunset together. Such was how the tales of the King and Queen went.

"Well..." she began, her usual exuberance just the barest bits of subdued in the night with her sleepiness, "Are you not wondering too far ahead?"

Rosalind smiled and rolled onto her side. Strands of her hair curled against her freckled face and coy lips hummed while a finger tapped at Jarrod's nose once to punctuate her words.

"And therefore, you are thinking too much." Then she recoiled and used her hands as a pillow. "We are going to live each day that was strung to the one behind it, and look ahead toward the one that is arriving. That is all I have ever wanted to do, and that has not changed. Are you worried about something, my love?"

Was he restless? Was something lingering in the back of his mind? He was ever the one to hold anxieties between the two of them, and she didn't understand, but she would certainly always listen and share her perspective.

#ask #wanderer-among-undead