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Omen (udon)

It just struck me that narrative wise, Morgott having a heavy tail and Mohg having large wings may not have been a completely random choice on the part of fromsoft....the omen twins were both shackled to the ground in the sewers, one of the two still heavily worships the guilty system none the less. Morgott clearly toiled to keep the crumbling status quo a float, draining him. The tail could represent that he is still shackled in spirit.(Look at his tail 😭)

But the other, Mohg, possesses so rebellious a spirit, his wings symbolizes a strong sense of independence and freedom. Man got out, and unlike his brother said fuck yall and flew away.

Small little detail but the hanged bodies in the Mohgwyn palace are all wearing the exact same clothes as the Sanguine Nobels

Like Mohg, you're not gonna have much of a Dynasty if you keep murdering all your citizens

let me nerd out for a sec and try to figure out what we are looking at here

so at a first glance to me this looks like an omen adorned with scarce armour, including a golden mask, bracers, hair and omen horns. i'm not sure if the hair and horns belong to the omen wearing it or are attached to the mask. on closer inspection it does appear that the horns/hair belong to the omen itself. notable that in the shadow realm the omen do not remove their horns - aspects of the crucible appear to be embraced in this realm. it reminds me of that boss we saw in the gameplay trailer - the 'chinese dragon' sort of enemy with the omen covered in cloaks with the lion face. that, to me, always came off as these omen making a mockery of the golden lineage, and i get a similar feeling looking at this. the golden mask really stands out to me... having the gold paired with omen horns just seems like a really obvious contrast that i feel like it must be a kind of wink and nudge to a feeling of "we don't respect the golden order/lineage". now let's try to break down different aspects of this image

the bracers remind me of both the guardian bracers and the godskin apostle bracelets (notable again that they are golden)

the golden mask reminds me of the face masks that both Tanith and Maleigh Marais wear

the weapons this omen is wielding remind me of another weapon we saw in the trailer, if just because of the circular aspect

the robe looks a similar colour to the one we see the man wear in the trailer (which also always reminded me of the one morgott wore)

the hair detail on the golden mask sticks out to me... it reminds me of godwyn's long straight hair, and it going through the eye reminds me of deathroot corrupting his figure. which we do see in the original elden ring trailer when his eye goes back in his head. but that's more pure speculation on my part

i'm so excited omg. love these designs. i'll add more if i think of anything else, feel free to add your own observations !

the elden ring twitter just posted this and i’m so alive bc WHAT IS THAT

the elden ring twitter just posted this and i’m so alive bc WHAT IS THAT

the elden ring twitter just posted this and i’m so alive bc WHAT IS THAT

OMG new friend <3 i love all the omen horn designs we’re seeing

Thinking about this post again so I want to compile some thoughts. There's definitely something to it, I like the idea that the horned nobles and Albinaurics are horned because they are able to 'commune' with The Formless Mother's blood. I wonder if because Albinaurics are man-made creatures, they have a certain ability to adapt to or take on aspects of outer gods, like they are malleable in a way.

When we progress in Varré's quest, after deciding we are worthy enough to become a Pureblood Knight for Mohg, he transfers some of Mohg's blood into us through our finger. I assume this ritual is the same for all that wish to join Mohg, but not everyone can withstand his blood, which has interacted with The Formless Mother in some way. We know this because of what we know of Varré from his armour which says, 'Of the surgeons that were abducted by the Lord of Blood none were able to tame the accursed blood. None but Varré, that is; though he was an exception.' So we know it is possible to 'tame' Mohg's blood, but it is a rare occurrence, it seems few have been able to. Given our Tarnished is able to become Elden Lord, it makes sense they can handle it.

He definitely looks different to Morgott, he's darker and his horns seem more gnarly and concentrated than his twins' horns. It's also interesting thinking about the implications of characters in ER having one or both eyes closed, and his horns pierce through one of his eyes. There is speculation Morgott was also visitied by The Formless Mother because his blood is also set aflame, but he would have rejected her given his loyalty to the Golden Order, so it probably wouldn't have affected his appearance all that much. Given her influence on those who interact with her blood making them sprout horns, I wonder what relation The Formless Mother has to the crucible. Given she has followers even in the Land of Shadows, which holds a lot of reverence to the crucible, I think there is definitely a link there in one way or another.

Small little detail but the hanged bodies in the Mohgwyn palace are all wearing the exact same clothes as the Sanguine Nobels

Like Mohg, you're not gonna have much of a Dynasty if you keep murdering all your citizens

So there's this cartoon version of valorant from the official valorant arabia YouTube channel. I believe there's like 10 episodes, more or less, but it's hilarious. I recommend the yoru episode. It has English captions.

Here's the link below.

YouTube

فالورانتيّات

Horrors beyond human comprehension (catboy)

cyphmen but they’re this twitter meme

Hello hello! Could I request headcannons for yandere chamber, sova, Omen, and Brimstone with a gn s/o who knows about their antics and Are you trying to escape them? I say, as if I'm trying to get out of protocol (Thank you so much for reading this and sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language )

Hi everyone! I know it’s been awhile and I’ve been gone so long. I took writers block to a whole new level. This last year sm has happened but to be honest I want to write again and use this as a creative outlet! I hope you enjoy, love you all 🤍

You knew that staying in Protocol was a gamble, never knowing if you were going to come back in one piece or even alive at all. It didn’t help when one particular agent made your time in the special covert operations organization an almost living hell. Even if the fate of the world was on Protocols backs, it was time to leave while you could…or at least that is what you thought.

CHAMBER: 

Before you even began thinking of leaving Protocol, he already knew what was going to happen. It totally wasn’t how uncomfortable he made you when he would constantly flirt with you on missions <3

He wouldn’t talk to you about the matter, actually doesn’t address it all only with small quips and remarks that make you question whether he knows your plan or not. 

Chamber isn’t Brimstone, he doesn’t have the power and control that the head leader holds. Although that doesn’t mean he is totally powerless, this man has money and status that he most certainly utilizes.

He is a shady man, a con man if you really want to put a label on it considering what he did to Fracture, manipulating and lying to get what he wants. Under protocol he doesn’t have control over you, so he would definitely let you have your “temper tantrum” before he would take any immediate reaction.

He wants you to feel as if you have the upper hand, as if you won. 

Now with you being out of Protocol and not under constant surveillance leaving in the base, he can do as he pleases. 

Opening the door to your flat, you are greeted with the familiar darkness you see everytime you return from your work shifts. Taking off your outer coat you hang it on the coat rack beside the door, taking the time to sleep off your shoes about to turn on the lights. You never consider yourself paranoid, yet the eerie feeling of not being alone began to send a chill down your spine. The room was still dark, silence filled the air as you listened for any noise that would indicate that something was there. Slowly your hand made its way to the light switch, flipping the small white knub up as the lights blasted on. To your horror the last person you wanted to see sat there in the burgundy velvet wingback chair in the living room. The slick back hair, chunky yet expensive glasses frames, that blue silky waistcoat that cost more than the rent you paid, Chamber. Vincent Fabron. “Bonsoir mon chéri. What a nice residence you have…quite old fashioned for my taste, non?” He finally spoke, his signature card in hand as he toyed around with it. “You left so suddenly, not even a goodbye? How inconsiderate considering how close we were.” He rose from his seated position in the chair, stalking forward towards your frozen stature. His eyes remained focused on yours, an unreadable emotion as he continued forth before stopping in front of you. The coy grin he wore on his face as he gazed at your fearful expression with delight. With a small snap the card disappeared from his hands, the golden tattoos lighting up as the object retreated. He stood posed, staring down at you as a wolf to a sheep. “Your little game is over chéri…let us be off.” SOVA:

He always had been doting, trying to accommodate you and make sure that your time at Protocol is pleasant considering what all you have to go through to keep global peace.

He would start to see the hesitance in your eyes, the inner turmoil and battle you had with yourself when things would go awry (totally not around him).

As you resign filling out paperwork to Brimstone who was sad to see you go yet understood where you were coming from, Sova would come across you and Brim. He saw you walk into his office, and concerned he followed. It didn’t take him long to notice the paperwork that laid in front of you, pen in hand. 

Sova, who is always a calm and collected person doesn’t say much yet stands there with that composed expression on his face. Yet if you looked hard enough you could see the way his artificial eye glowed brighter as his jaw clenched.

He would ask to speak to you, nodding his head at Brim who didn’t expect a thing considering how highly regarded Sova is and how much of a good ally he was to him. He would have to settle this himself. 

An unsettling feeling made its way to your gut as you stood up and followed Sova out. The further you walked away from Brim and closer to the door, the more you could feel your freedom slipping from your grasps. The mechanical door slid open allowing you to make your way to Sova who stood down the hallway, a hardened look on his face. He never was this scary, kind and clingy…not like this. Standing in front of him, you looked and finally realized how much bigger he was than you. “Why are you leaving?” He asked, plain and simple. “I-...uh…” You stammered, the words you wanted to say were gone and now incomprehensible. “You do realize that if you leave, you would be in so much danger.” He spoke in a concerned manner, although at this moment you didn’t know it was a mask to cover up his ulterior motives. “If you leave, who knows what could happen to you. You wouldn’t be protected…who knows what your other self could do when omega earth realizes you are no longer with us anymore?” Desperation filled his voice as it wavered in worry. The longer you stared into his eyes, the more guilt you felt. He cares about you, worries about you and this is what you do in return? All he’s ever done was insure your safety and that’s what you’re worried about? “You’re right…I don’t know what I was thinking, thank you Sova.” 

OMEN:

Even though he is the sweetest ever, he is still eery in his own way. Ominous. He isn’t much of a talker and if so he says stuff you can never wrap your mind around. 

He lingers around you, whichever room you're in he somehow is there, cutting his bonsai tree or knitting to remain calm. His presence is one you can’t shake yet it still is uncomfortable when you two are hardly friends.

Deciding to leave Protocol is a hassle itself, one that you most likely won’t even have the chance to do. Omen has some attachment to you and everyone seems to know that even Brim.

Most likely due to his perceptive he is, he knew of your little plan of trying to leave. He would talk with Brimstone trying to talk him into a deal or some type of way to make you stay. You keep him calm, all those voices and nightmarish images he has to live with everyday, you somehow make it bearable. 

When you arrive in Brimstone’s office requesting your resignation, somehow you cannot. Brimstone explains it has something to do with agent confidentiality or the safety, you weren’t really listening. 

Yet you’re stuck.

Standing there under Brimstone’s gaze never upset you, never made you nervous or anxious in any way. It was him who stood there, the walking shadow as he gazed upon your rigid form. Your fists clench to your side, sweat starting to form in your already clammy hands. The whole confrontation was unsettling, not only Brimstone was delivering such disheartful news, you had to endure the shadow that loomed over you. By the time the meeting was done and a final apology was uttered from Brim, he dismissed you. You walked out, form slumped as you were completely saddened by the news. As you made your way to the shared dining facility, you made yourself a cup of tea to calm your nerves down from what had happened. In the corner of your eye you could see the familiar phantom, the inescapable nightmare that you permanently stained your life.. 

BRIMSTONE: 

You’re not making it out of the book with this one. There is no way you could even try to leave considering he is the leader of Protocol and would make up some excuse as to why you couldn’t resign from your role as an agent. 

He makes the rules and no one questions it. Why would they when all he does is look out for his fellow agents and tries to encourage them as much as he can. 

Brim is one stubborn man, one who has committed himself to protecting this earth from all the radianite crises that continue to happen. He had the chance of retiring, starting a family and settling down somewhere in those American suburbs with the perfect life. He will do anything to keep you there. To keep you under him so when this is all over you and he can finally have the life his ex colleagues always talked about.

He is dedicated and with dedication there is nowhere to run or even hide. 

Stepping into Brimstone’s office you meet the gaze of the older man and you stand in front of his desk. His demeanor changed as he sat up in his chair straightening his form and clearing his throat before he began to talk. “You know why I called you in today?” He begun, his fingers laced together as his nose crinkled with a small sniff. “No sir, I do not.” You addressed him formerly even though it wasn’t mandatory. “I heard word from the others about you possibly wanting to leave. Is that true?” Your back stiffened as you felt scrutiny under his gaze. Your mouth went dry, heart stammering in your chest the longer he continued to stare at you. “Yes sir…” A defeated tone you uttered. He shifted his position, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he turned to look back up at you. “Look kid, I can't let you do that. Considering what is all going right now, not only would it be risky for you but with what you know Protocol could be compromised. I’m sorry to deliver this kind of news to you, I know it can be stressful but that is why we're all here…why I’m here.” He stood, walking towards you to place his much larger burly hand on your shoulder. The close proximity unsettled you as silence settled in the room, his deep breaths compared to your shallow fearful ones. “When this is all over you don’t need to worry about all of this. Like I said I’m here for you…I always will be.” It was at that moment you knew your fate was sealed.

Omen could be spooky. Master of shadows and teleportation, ambush expert and underestimated strategist. An air of authority and superiority radiated from each of his movements. He was a very estimated agent of the protocol, respected by all, and a very feared oppenent on the field.

Who would have thought that his room would be so cozy ?

"How the hell did you manage to have a fireplace in here ?"

"I have my ways," he answered casually.

He was calmly knitting, sat on a rocking chair but you also had his attention. His bed was carefully made but you doubted he ever used it. Some bonsai trees were put on some shelves as well as some books, and the room was only illuminated by the dim but warm light of the fire. You kept looking around and —was that Dizzy sleeping in the corner ?— noticed the book you recommended to him a few days ago on his bed table.

"Can I help you with something ?" he suddenly asked, exiting you from your daze.

You blinked, looked back at him then cleared your throat.

"Uhm...I came to give your knife back," you said as you handed him the weapon. "Thanks again. It was truly useful for yesterday's mission."

Dizzy raised her head slightly to take a look at you, then decided to changes spot to rest on the pillows of the bed instead.

You saw the three stripes of the wraith's face slightly dilating, as if he was observing you better. Unbeknownst to you, your presence had the odd ability to soothe him. Everytime you were around, Omen found himself feeling more stable. You also amused him. He found the surprise in your eyes as you looked around adorable.

He nodded and invited you to sit down on the bed.

"You seem tired," he said calmly.

You avoided his gaze and started to fidget your fingers. You took a deep breath then slowly released it.

"I'm not tired."

"Exhausted then ?" he hummed as he momentarily stopped knitting.

He always observed you, silently watching over you. He started to worry when he saw you weakening. He felt you less lively than usual, more tired, too feeble and too hardworking.

"That's..." you sighed and looked down on your lap. "That's one way to put it."

"Don't overwork yourself," he said firmly "Rest."

His words felt like there were on the tight line between a request and an order. You sighed, feeling yourself weakening even more under the intensity of his gaze. You lied down on the bed —like you thought, the bed was barely used— and your eyelids started to feel heavier.

"I recommend you stop going on mission until you feel better," he murmured, his voice had a soothing effect that embrace your ears in a warm embrace.

Your already frail resolve shattered at his words. You felt Dizzy nuzzling against you as sleep slowly took you away. He watched you fall asleep and resumed his knitting. Several hours passed and you still shared a quiet and cozy moment. Even though you were unconscious, you had never felt as relaxed as you did now. You internally thanked Omen.

And Omen internally thanked you. For finally taking care of yourself, and for your company.

Needless to say that you started spending a lot of time in his dorm. He helped you rest, and you helped him feeling more stable.