[unalloy]

᯽ unalloyed gold; pure and pristine. a private and mutuals only blog for miquella the kind from elden ring. heavily headcanon-based, canon divergent. low activity, with heavy themes present. rules can be found under the cut.

beloved needle knights, followers of my word and charm. heed my call into the land of shadow * lovingly affiliated with wanegod / frenzie.

CONTENT. this blog will contain several content warnings, such as violence, blood / gore, suicidal ideation, death, disease, abduction & imprisonment, references to physical / emotional abuse, & potentially more. dead dove; do not eat. i tag in the " trigger * " format. i may sometimes unlike your posts but i'm just trying to keep clear likes, it's in no way personal! i will also do my best to avoid unliking starter calls/similar for tracking.

while i have my own take on the lore, i'm open to multiple different interpretations and theories and writing in all of them!

SELECTIVITY. while i'm generally not too selective, i typically don't follow first unless i know you from other blogs, and close friends & mains/affiliates get writing priority dependent on muse. if i follow you, it means i'm interested in writing with you! i'm duplicate friendly :).

MORE. i will not and never will write romantic ships for miquella. other general rules apply ( no godmodding, don't repeatedly bump threads, don't steal my work ). bigots, fascists, genai users are not welcome here. i am generally disinterested in callout culture ; if something is wrong, communicate with me. my psd is my own & so are my edits. english isn't my first language.

i use minimal formatting that i can remove if necessary, just let me know! in the same vein, please don't put more than 4 spaces between words when writing with me ( after punctuation is fine! ). i like to hide fun easter eggs/commentary in the url/underlined bits of my writing.

if you send me something, i promise i will get to it, even if it takes me a little bit!!!!! if i follow you, i want to write with you. do not hesitate to reach out!

otherwise, welcome! ♡ don't go hollow. my name is amren and i'm 21+, chinese, any pronouns. my primary blogroll is @incertion (multimuse) and @alanemeseos (xiao).

verses include (HEAVY WIP); pre - haligtree ( miquella lives in leyndell. he slowly grows discontent with his mother's actions, her abandonment of malenia to her fate ). post - haligtree & pre - game ( having planted the haligtree, miquella travels the lands between spreading his missive & enacting his plan ). land of shadow ( miquella in the land of shadow. he shears his various aspects in pursuit of godhood ). resurrection ( following his defeat at the hands of the tarnished, miquella is reborn as his childlike form in a world post - shattering. he slowly regains the traits he casted off. based on an artwork here ) olden aasimar of legend ( dnd/gen fantasy verse. still being fleshed out. )

[hamwaff]

Miquella the Kind

[frenzie]

weary bones rise from their seat, grey eyes wander to the cross and . . . stop. it cannot be. ❛ my lord . . . ? surely i must still be in deep slumber . . . ? ❜ thoughts slip, his voice is faster than his mind.

⇢ one liners . @unalloy

[unalloy]

it is wavering lavender mist, the permeating stickiness of putrescence. even he is a victim to its hunger— but on the edge of a cliff, overlooking the vast underground, miquella ponders the coffins of old, and the gentle flower he has fed to them. there is a strange void now, in his heart next to the auricle. once it was filled by nectar and lily-petal perfume— it is now empty.

he thinks, perhaps, that he has now been successfully halved, in preparation of the halving he is about to do. he lifts fingers wreathed in gold (and stained below the fingernail in purple) and flexes them once, twice. they are not as heavy as they felt on her face, soft and pattering against silver skin, because there is no more exhaustion of love nor weight of admiration. a childish, giddy thought— another step conquered, more grief vanquished. twisted is that knife, buried deep within, but regret is lost now, abandoned below another aureate crook.

he composes himself before he speaks, wearing the role of a god like a woollen cloak. no need for introduction (he is cast below the cross, which glows the same thin gold as his hair, his cloth), but some curiosity for method:

how long has thiollier been here? perhaps he has always been here. perhaps he has been merely asleep. perhaps these coffins hold the living, as well, tight and warm below azure fields of flowers.

miquella turns, smiles something charming, and tilts his head. his gaze is hidden behind closed eyelids. "you are awake," almost sung, clear and welcoming. he is so kindly and pacifying and unassuming— lay your perfume bottle on the ground, let yourself sink into a charmed fog. "but this is no place for you, tarnished one, as loyal as you are. i would think you find it best to turn back, and worry for that which lays its feet on soil, not stone."

on thiollier, he can smell her. almost taste, if he breathes deeply enough— thick syrup, violet and divergent from compassion. it is tenderly comforting. so familiar. there is a reason it is now hidden. "what you seek is not so far below."

[unalloy]

miquella the kind has just donated 800000 runes to the lgbtq+ community. "i hope they find a cure," he states.

[jamsmemes]

(     *     BARE BONES.

a selection of headcanon questions inspired by key bones in the human body.

skull.   what memories/thoughts do they guard the most from others ?

cheekbone. what makes them smile ?

mandible / jawbone. what are they incapable of saying out loud ?

teeth. what lasting mark do they leave on others ?

hyoid / neck. who taught them to speak up, or stay silent ?

clavicle / collarbone. who/what do they lean on when they're vulnerable ?

scapula / shoulderblade. what burden do they carry on their back ?

sternum. what makes their heart pound hardest ?

ribcage. who/what are they trying to protect ?

humerus. do they use humour as a shield or a weapon ? what from/to ?

radius. who/what do they reach for first in a crisis ?

ulna. who stands by them no matter what ?

carpals. what small habits do they have ?

metacarpals. do they ask for help or clench their fists and bear it ?

phalanges. what is their relationship with touch ?

spine. when do they lose their backbone, what scares them ?

pelvis. what future or legacy are they afraid/excited to be responsible for ?

sacrum. what sacrifices have they made ?

coccyx / tailbone. what outdated beliefs do they still carry, if any ?

femur. what drives them forward ?

patella / kneecap. how compliant/obedient are they, who will they kneel for ?

tibia. who/what keeps them moving forward ?

fibula. do they ever feel overlooked ?

tarsals. what past mistakes stick with them with every step they take ?

metatarsals. if they could disappear for a day, where would they run ?

[lunarwednesday]

Kindly Miquella... I see you've thrown away... Something you should not have... Under any circumstances.

[murthastick]

Miquella the Kind... Pure and radiant, there is nothing more terrifying.

[annedebretagneduchesseensabots]

En automne, toutes les fées sont rousses

Camille , October 2017 .  Photographer: Kritibisaria

[vanillacakez]

[unalloy]

some miquella things

to compensate for the body not measuring time, he lets his hair grow as it pleases. it's the only thing really indicative of his age, as it grows freely without being cut.

he is both wise, sharp and intelligent AND childish, rash, and naive about things. he's just as much wise beyond his years as he is a child.

a wonderful inventor, smith, and researcher. his room in leyndell is filled with many a trinket and prototype. alongside the golden needle and his various incantations, he created malenia's prosthetic + katana and much of the haligtree weaponry.

his appearance can vary slightly in age (think 2-3 years) as a product of his charm.

speaking of his charm, it exists as a constant field around him that doesn't need to be turned on or off. all this does is make others amiable and perhaps a bit more suggestible when it comes to him—he can amplify and widen its effect with his great rune. more in a big post later perhaps? ? ?

in order to discard his various aspects, he had to physicalise and rip them from his body — that's why there are blood burgeons.

loves the rooftops and balconies of leyndell. loves the wind. loves the sea. even though he has his own room in fhe palace, it's not uncommon to find him on the roof instead.

[crescentdl]

I'm a fan of cut scenes

[inkpressedpetals]

[aedearly]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of loose quotes taken from various characters from hades (supergiant games). these quotes are from the first game of the series. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst! feel free to edit as you see fit, especially since some are gendered.

❝ i’m leaving. try and stop me. ❞ ❝ that could have gone better. ❞ ❝ why can’t you just stay? ❞ ❝ i wish you could come with me. ❞ ❝ you’re coming with me. ❞ ❝ i have to take you back. ❞ ❝ but for you, i will be making an exception. ❞ ❝ whew… they’re gone. ❞ ❝ now, come on, we got places to be! ❞ ❝ may the fates favour your journey. ❞ ❝ oh you know, i’d rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! ❞ ❝ if only… ❞ ❝ you should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place. ❞ ❝ ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry that it has to be this way. ❞ ❝ you’re late. ❞ ❝ will i see you soon? ❞ ❝ did you miss me? ❞ ❝ i’m home. ❞ ❝ we’re heading home. ❞ ❝ you… came back? ❞ ❝ i hope i didn’t keep you waiting very long, did i? ❞ ❝ is something wrong? ❞ ❝ i can’t believe this. ❞ ❝ i’m in your debt. ❞ ❝ there’s going to be payback, you know. ❞ ❝ … damn you. ❞ ❝ this is for you. ❞ ❝ do you remember me? my name is—ah, nevermind. ❞ ❝ i’m not who you think i am. ❞ ❝ keep following that heart of yours. ❞ ❝ to hell with this place! ❞ ❝ fear is for the weak. ❞ ❝ oh, look at you, you poor, poor thing, you’re hurt! ❞ ❝ you’re such a sweetheart. ❞ ❝ you brought this on yourself. ❞ ❝ no need to thank me, mate. ❞ ❝ please, i don’t want to do this… ❞ ❝ you don’t have to do this… ❞ ❝ only the best for you. ❞ ❝ i hope you’re right. ❞ ❝ gods grant me strength… ❞ ❝ that is the worst idea i think i’ve ever heard. ❞ ❝ do you understand how little sense that makes? ❞ ❝ look what i found! ❞ ❝ something’s changed about the beating of your heart. ❞ ❝ no wonder they don’t like you. ❞ ❝ wish i could be there to see your face. ❞ ❝ i’ll earn your favour yet. ❞ ❝ how bad could it be? ❞ ❝ hello there, handsome. ❞ ❝ … this is the cheesiest thing i’ve heard from you. ❞ ❝ what has gotten into you? ❞ ❝ blood and darkness! ❞ ❝ lucky for you, i’ve no pride like many others here. ❞ ❝ it’s over. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ go. away. i won’t repeat myself. ❞ ❝ i knew your heart was true. ❞ ❝ let’s kiss and make up! ❞ ❝ mischief, me? oh please! ❞ ❝ i don’t know how you can stand this kind of thing… ❞ ❝ you tried. that’s what matters. ❞ ❝ a man after my own heart… ❞ ❝ why won’t you give up? ❞ ❝ ever so stubborn, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ life and death, one and the same. ❞ ❝ you’re running from yourself. again. ❞ ❝ what do you want from me? leave me alone. we’ve nothing to discuss anymore. ❞ ❝ i cannot bring myself to stay upset with you forever. ❞ ❝ the truth is i’m a lover, not a fighter. ❞ ❝ i have to see her! ❞ ❝ so how goes wilful disobedience of late? ❞ ❝ you think all these gifts will make things go back to the way they were? ❞ ❝ we’re older now—i’d hope we’re wiser, too. ❞ ❝ i have to go. ❞ ❝ we were having such a good time! ❞ ❝ time is up. ❞ ❝ you’re so reckless. ❞ ❝ thank you for always keeping me on my toes. ❞ ❝ your luck’s run out. ❞ ❝ i don’t know why i bother with you, honestly. ❞ ❝ may i call you my friend? ❞ ❝ i’d like to make a toast, to you! ❞ ❝ no need for special thanks. ❞ ❝ i’ve some memories i’m not quite ready to give up on yet. ❞ ❝ i’ll break your heart. ❞

[goldzweige]

Lord Miquella <3

[siriusbound]

Let all things flourish

[cyborgnachte]

 "Kindly Miquella... I see you've thrown away... Something you should not have."

[lunarprincessanni]

Miquella my favourite little manipulator