Sunday singing Cruel Angel's Thesis.
I can't stop thinking about it.
"you should be at the club" I should be working on my fanfic
I will fucking riot if they kill this man... Don't do it, hoyo.
Another gift given to me by my sister for Halloween, my favorite holiday!
Pretty and purple love potion earrings from Walmart! β‘
Aren't they just darling? And pretty? I love them!
My phone camera had a bit of trouble focusing on them though, but oh well!
Do they lay eggs?
No, for real. Do they?
I get that they are more angel than bird, but who's to say angels don't lay eggs either?
Like, come on, Robin is literally named after a bird. Robins are birds, she is a bird.
Sunday is the chicken wing boy. Chickens are birds. I hear myself, I'm really stretching it here.
But do they lay eggs? If so, how large is the egg? Like, actual infant size or maybe just a bit smaller?
Are they born with their halo or do their parents make their halo when they are born and give it to them? After all, their halos aren't attached to them, they can remove them and can shine them like a piece of metal.
If their halos are just pieces of metal that float at the back of the head, does that mean they are magnetic? Can you stick a halovian onto your fridge and they would hover there?
I NEED TO KNOW.
Something horrible about not knowing how to draw is that I have all these little people in my head that are probably going to stay in there forever, unless I write about them instead. Which I probably won't do cause I'm tired and also, ironically enough, suck at writing.
My love, my life, my reason for being, YOU LOOK AMAZING. π₯Ίπ₯°ππ
I love my wife so much. β₯ My wife, have you seen him in all his wonderful glory? Have you seen him? THERE HE IS! π€©β€οΈβπ₯ππ
The thorns? The drama? The poses? The skin? Pinch me, I'm dreaming! SWOONING. π΅π€―π₯΄π΅βπ«π
The light of my life, here. Now. At this moment! I'm crying tears of joy!! πππππ€π«π
Part II: Godfrey x Radagon
So, Godfrey x Radagon... Oh how I love you and don't see enough of you.
Yes, I actually love this ship. Why? Well we're going to be figuring that out togethaaaa!
BL/MLM Honorary Mention
Alright, I'll admit it. I'm bisexual as hell. (Who would have thunk it?)
But I already gave the honorary lesbian mention to Rennala x Marika, so this is the honoray gay mention for these two kings.
2. Strange Dynamic
Now, we don't actually know a whole lot about how Radagon and Godfrey really are personality wise in game, so most of it will be just dreamed up in our brains. But, even if applied to the game and not just fanon, the dynamic would be weird.
Godfrey: You fucked my wife and took my throne!
Radagon: No. I am your wife!
I would pay real ass American dollars to see how that shit would play out.
Plus, incantation malewife and big beefy barbarian man just hits different. Radagon is a twink compared to Godfrey, you can not change my mind.
3. Sweet, Sweet Drama
Ah, hello again drama.
Yeah, so this has some major potential to spark some drama, yet again.
Godfrey confronting Radagon about how long he's known Marika before marrying her only for Radagon to stand there awkwardly with the, "I am your wife," card just waiting to be played.
Maybe a canon divergence fic where Godfrey actually makes it into the Erdtree and see Marika switch into Radagon and the pieces start falling together.
Oh my God, if Radagon and Godfrey got together, that would make Radahn Godfrey's actual son.
Let's just keep tangling the web that is the Elden Ring family tree, shall we?
4. Actual Fluff Material (Deadass)
Alright, hear me out... This could work as a comfort/fluff fic.
Maybe it's just Godfrey and Radagon cuddling. (Radagon being little spoon, obviously.)
Maybe Godfrey is gently braiding Radagon's hair.
Maybe they have a conversation about the family.
Serosh and one of Radagon's red wolves could meet eachother as well.
I don't know, but this could be really stinkin' cute and I want to cry thinking about it!
My conclusion
I don't have a solid conclusion here actually. Whoopsie. But I just know I love this ship.
That's all I got man. Malewife x Beefy Barbarian.
Bye ya'll!
My grandma talking to my mom and asking her if she's in the middle of writing anymore books after publishing one: "Well, do you have anymore stories you're writing? I mean, you just completed one, you probably have others you're working on..."
My mother: "Mom, I just finished a book, I don't have another one just lined up! How many books can one person be writing at once anyway?"
Me, quietly sitting in my antisocial corner literally in the middle of writing a Godwyn x Reader oneshot smutfic with stacks of other WIP fics in my Google docs: *Overhearing their conversation* "..You'd be surprised..."
By the grace, Rennala...
(Gushing, rambling, and kind of a mini fanfic below the cut.)
Gods, I love her so much. I'm so glad we don't kill her in-game. Long live the Queen of the Full Moon! (Yes, I'm going to be gushing about Rennala for quite a bit.)
I love her. Don't give me Ranni, give me her mother. If I could, I would have played a playthrough solely dedicated to wifeing up Rennala and giving her the happiness she deserves. Rennala deserved so much better, man. I would give her the world if I could.
Not to mention she's stunning??? Look at her, look at my wifeβ
Look at her absolutely ethereal features! She is mesmerizing! A true queen! My lady, I think you dropped this. π
I might have cheesed her my fourth try, but she looked damn good beating my ass with a whole fucking dragon summon the first three times.
Now, look at her again. Hair. Down.
Perfection. Stunning. Lovely. Majestic. Beautiful. A round of applause for our queen! π
I can not remember where, but I saw some art somewhere where they drew Rennala with silver/white hair and, oh my God, ya'll... That image lives rent free in my brain. Rennala with white hair is justβπ
Can you imagine it?
She let's her long locks of white hair down from her hat, letting it cascade down her back as she gazes up at the moon.
The pale moonlight dances across her fair skin, practically making her glow, as her hair shines a bright silver.
It as if there is liquid silver falling down her back like a soft waterfall in the argent glow of the majestic moon above, as if she was blessed by the dazzling lunar display itself.
βI need to catch myself, I was starting a fanfic there for a second.
Anyway, I've been rambling for far too long. Bye ya'll!
You know, I never really thought about it before, but my dynamic with the paladin of my dnd group is rather ironic.
The paladin, sworn to his God and embarking on his never-ending crusade in their name... Vowing to never let anything stray them from their devotion and path, breaking all emotional ties from everyone from his old life...
..Gets constantly bombarded and pestered by the Aasimar of the group, (Practically just a dnd angel) who also, just so happens, to be the cleric of the group. Not only meaning I'm also worshipping and am devoted to a God despite my carefree nature, but I'm also worshipping the. Exact. Same. God.
Imagine you're going to church and devoted your whole life to make sure you do not sin in the slightest to try and please God to make it to heaven and then suddenly an angel drops down from the sky, throws bird puns in your face after ruthlessly flirting with the preacher, offering to spend the night with the nuns as well, and then still receiving divine blessings as if they weren't one of the biggest sinners alive.
ΛΛπΉ Φ΄ΦΆΦΈ You can call me Maven .αβ Female - She/Her β
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