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ignobiliss · 1 year
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I apologize for my absence, roleplaying on tumblr just doesn't seem to fit my style, however, I have opened a Elden Ring rp discord! Here's the link, I'll also be posting this to my main once i get the disboard page set up. TL;DR it's an adults-only Elden Ring rp server with a relaxed environment and a very empty roster.
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ignobiliss · 1 year
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Tatiana • tattragedy
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ignobiliss · 1 year
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the never remembered / let go
artist: Anthony Rondinone
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ignobiliss · 1 year
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[ Thinking about Oneta and love. I feel like she suffers from a very severe form of cuteness aggression. She has a drive to destroy anything she finds pleasing. Because part of her knows it's finite, that nothing good is in store for her and that nobody could love her. She's internalized every bad thought she's had and all bad things said about her. Chances are if she wound up in bed with someone she loved deeply she'd probably ending up breaking down because of the drive to hurt them vs. her feeling genuine love and affection towards someone. ]
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ignobiliss · 2 years
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ignobiliss · 2 years
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[ Sorry for vanishing! Muse has been light since I've lost a few threads and that really just killed Oneta's muse. Sent this to a few rp-finders but I'll post here as well: Currently looking for someone who writes for Ramsay Bolton and is comfortable with darker themes! Hop into my dms or interact with the post if you fit the bill, or know someone who does. ]
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ignobiliss · 2 years
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First Five Asks Get A Kiss
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ignobiliss · 2 years
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[ Annnd it's gone again. I just. i've been struggling. Jesus christ. ]
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ignobiliss · 2 years
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[ I THINK THE MUSE IS BACK BABES ]
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ignobiliss · 2 years
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[ Just had to delete a bunch of posts because I didn't know i was reblogging them here instead of on my main hahhaaaa kill me :) ]
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ignobiliss · 2 years
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[ sorry for the delay i've acquired a new brain rot so finding muse for oneta is hard. also some other shit but i dont wanna start drama ]
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ignobiliss · 2 years
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Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.
No deleting questions, either!
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ignobiliss · 2 years
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Send ‘Would you kindly’ and a command and my muse has to obey.
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ignobiliss · 2 years
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[ AND SHE STILL VISITS THAT DUMPSTER EVERY SUNDAY ]
[ modern au oneta is blowfly girl ]
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ignobiliss · 2 years
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[ modern au oneta is blowfly girl ]
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ignobiliss · 2 years
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Continued from here →
@stormveilsurgeons "Hmph. You think I was responsible for his previous configuration?" Marigold sneered, perhaps not at the Queen but at the mental image of the asymmetrical mess Godrick had built himself up to be, without her methods. "You are quite mistaken. The man you met beforehand was a pile of compounded failures and attempts to reverse engineer my research." The Doll surely carried herself as her own queen of her own little nation in Stormveil. Those who lived and worked in the castle gave her a wide berth and wary eyes, belying that the tiny, haughty little thing was a terror in her own right. A tyrant wife for a tyrant Lord. "As for my methods... I am still in the process of building my Lord's body to its true splendor, but his graft configuration is much more cohesive now. Articulated limbs, efficient bloodflow, full possession of strength and dexterity. It is far more than just sticking arms onto oneself; it is sculpting the very flesh and bone to suit your needs, whatever they may be." Marigold looked Oneta up and down, her uncanny eyes picking apart the woman's gait and posture. "I can improve on your design, you know. It is only fair for me to extend the services of my lab to the new Queen, as a gesture of my Lord's good will. Of course, not everyone is resilient enough to survive the process, but surely a woman of your mettle would be an ideal candidate."
Well, he did a decent job, for an untrained man. She would've gone to defend the Lord- and yet, with how the people around them acted...it seemed best to keep Marigold happy. "Hm...men always assume they can do things better than a woman ever could. I swear, they all traded brain function for a prick." Her laughter was a light rumble, a knowing little glance over to Marigold, a smug little smile. "I assume you've learned to deal with a man as apparently ignorant as your Lord, what with how you claim to predate me. Though I could never see myself living with someone like that." There was a hint of sadness to her tone, she couldn't imagine living with anyone at all, really. How could she? Her frown only worsened at Marigold's offer. "Don't bother trying, my dear. I have long accepted my own failings and frailty." If only to prove herself stronger and more capable that the Doll presumed, she'd pick up the pace. The rhythm of cane-on-stone coupled with the click of her shoes was almost mind-numbing, "However, perhaps if you prove yourself useful as a standard physician, I may consider adding you to my staff, should your Lord permit it."
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ignobiliss · 2 years
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Perhaps, she was more desperate than she let on. For normalcy, her own vanity chewed holes into her like so many little scavengers. Perhaps she could at least now do something about it. A wish-granting witch, one that her mother had known- surely, she could trust someone like that. And if not, well, at least the exchange could serve to quell her boredom. For the first time, she'd be the one to open the door to her office to allow someone in, a genuine, content looking smile on her lips as she looked up to the newcomer. Auryn, that was her name, wasn't it? "There you are," Her voice was, for once, soft. Warm, welcoming. "We've got much to discuss. I'm happy to see my letter reached you, even more so you were brave enough to respond to the Queen's summons. Come, take a seat." She'd step back from the door- her desk had been properly cleaned, and a chair sat before it. It was not as...elaborate, as her own. But still. Most people would be forced to stand for hours if they wished to speak with their beloved Queen.
@wishcast
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