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to become a 𝖘𝖔𝖗𝖈𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖗 [ ... ] first you must 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 .

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# 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷  : independent  &  private  multi - muse roleplay  blog   𝑓𝑡.   characters from  fromsoftware's elden ring & elden ring : nightreign .   canon - based  with  some original theorizing .   primarily  plot - driven & multi - verse .   reclaimed by  imojean ( they / he ) ,   20 + .

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𝑎𝑛  𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛  𝑜𝑓 : “  the  burden  of  holding  something  that  requires  a  great  tenderness  ” ¹ , destructive / restorative rituals , “  a longing that's killing me  ”  ² ,    the lengths one can go for self - preservation , “  sanity ; a guillotine  ” ³ ,    &   the conservation of thy will .

             ¹  danusha laméris , ²  mahmoud darwish , ³  inkpressedpetals

... DRAFTS : 06 / INBOX : 05

MUSE ROSTER . everyone is open for interactions !

sorceress sellen . elden ring . fia , deathbed companion . elden ring . the undertaker . elden ring : nightreign .

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currently working on a biography for undertaker. idk how weird i can be with it... can i be weird with it...

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eating is such an inconvenience . it never arrives with the dignity she would prefer of her own discomfort , gnawing instead at her very personhood , eroding function and reason and thought alike . she has endured worse , yet the body does not negotiate .

the offering appears in her periphery , an argument that came and went without a single word passing between them . for a moment , she simply looks at the boiled prawn in @frenzie's armored hand . [ hunger . ]

❛ i had not thought , from you , there would eventually come an intervention . ❜ she says at last . the night within her does what it always does : it sustains , and still she hungers , a lowly and insubordinate thing as though some part of her remains unaccounted for in its mercy . what will become of her if she gives in ? she remembers too well the shape of that surrender⸺the ease with which flesh once yielded beneath her violent need⸺and she does not trust that she would know when to stop , should she permit it again .

she takes it .

with the awed wonder of an alien to the realm of limveld refusing to acknowledge that this is , in fact , a boiled prawn in a realm of demons and wraiths , she realizes there is no power in it for her hex to take , so she soon allows it into her mouth without resistance . ❛ … acceptable , ❜ she concludes after a moment . this small act of mundanity , the undertaker finds , is the only thing in the world still permitted to be uncomplicated . ❛ though , i maintain i was managing just fine . ❜

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urge to voice test marika ...

[czesca]

characters who are so inauthentic. characters who only show what they want other people to see of them. characters who simply must have control over every part of themselves. do you even get it

[polkadotmotmot]

Xie Lei - Conversion, 2025 - Oil on canvas

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stone simply becomes , under rain , slick and indifferent , offering no distinction between sanctified ground and a treacherous path . within the isle housing the roundtable hold , which resembles safety as much as a worn-out building can in time frozen by eternal night , she learns instead that such lines can blur just by themselves .

for a moment , she remains on the floor . her sorry head is robbed of its glintstone crown , lying cracked beside her . from the small failure of composure that follows being seen undone by something so simple , as rain continues its relentless argument with stone , she considers whether she might have preferred no witness at all⸺immediately , however , she finds that thought less convincing than it should be when it is the wylder who finds her .

her soft , dependable ... friend , he offers a hand so quickly that she wonders if @frenzie has somehow already decided she will take it . [ hand . ]

she stares and stares at it , but perhaps only because her fluttering heart would rather delay the moment a while longer . is she somehow suffering from a concussion ? when she takes his steady hand and rises , she does not immediately release him . her gaze flickers to him once , then away again , as though looking directly at him might make the warmth in her attention too obvious to survive intact . get yourself together . you are a scholar , not a fool . ❛ it seems ill-advised to even meander outdoors without the appropriate footwear . i hope you bear that in mind . ❜ so smooth .

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been able to reliably sit down and write something once a day... come get ur starters... fill up my inbox... hell yeahhhh...

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the roundtable hold trembles with anticipation of bloodshed . an unknown , vengeful presence threads itself through sanctified halls , turning their refuge into a prison of its own making : heavy mahogany doors remain shut , fearful voices fall to murmurs , and even the light of grace seems to draw inward as though it might be seen and taken if the hostile invader catches sight of it .

her company in these dire times is ... unfortunate at best . d stands alone as he always does amidst tensions that may strike cowardice within the rest : unyielding , attentive . to him , perhaps , the unseen threat has already seeped too far into the bones of this place⸺she wonders if he would unmake every soul in this hold should it mean the certainty of striking the right one in the end .

a breath is huffed , had the remark forming in her thoughts not been so pointed as to almost amuse her ...

by the lift of @frenzie's hand , the words die before it even reaches her lips⸺a single finger raised , the gesture as restrained as it is presumptuous . [ hush . ]

fia pauses only as much as the moment demands , not wanting to grant him the satisfaction of obedience . ❛ ... and here i thought our circumstances shall spare me your sermons , hunter . ❜ her hands fold neatly before her , composure gathered like a veil once more , though it does little to hide the knowing curve at her mouth . ❛ though if you intend to shush me each time something behind you stirs … i fear we shall pass the evening in very dignified , mutual peril . ❜

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thinking about romina hours ...

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now that i'm feeling a lot better, i can finally get back on my feet and will be accepting discounted commission orders through my ko-fi!!!

i don't openly talk about this but i'm heavily disabled and despite all attempts to do commercial work, apply for retail jobs, anything else, i haven't had much luck and it seems like the universe really doesn't want me to give up on my dream of illustrating full-time just yet... fingers crossed that this finds people! there's no pressure but a little reblog would also be nice if you wish to spread this around :D

here is my portfolio if you want additional references of my artwork <3 i love drawing anything! fantasy, creatures, literally anything!

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happy pride month! gayboy

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often , the greatest battles fought in the lands between can be felt from their faint echoes within the sanctum beneath fia's canopy⸺she does not see aryn fight whichever beast she has gone to meet , but the deathbed companion imagines it all the same ; the scale of it , the violence of it , are not things she sees so much as things she understands from what returns to her⸺aryn still standing , still breathing , as though refusal alone has been enough to carry her back alive .

the distance between them disappears , @frenzie simply leaning into her as though it is less an act of seeking comfort than of finally allowing gravity its due after so much defiance . this is , as far as fia knows , the only place that has ever permitted most warriors to stop pretending they are unbroken . [ chest . ]

with a hand settling into aryn's hair , her fingers thread through the long red strands that catch what little light there is and turn it warm , almost ember-like at the edges . though the baldichin's blessing rests already within her , fia does not let go⸺even time , for all its passing weight , seems to hesitate at the threshold of aryn's need.

❛ … you are the truest champion of them all , ❜ fia says at last , and never has she offered such praise lightly . she thinks to her lion-hearted father , and of how the struggles shared by omens with cursed beings alike only ever make them stronger in the face of adversity . ❛ trust that i have seen plenty . ❜

[skykzn]

‘are you sure that you love me?’

chapel by nicole dollanganger

[ohisms]

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐕  .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

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undertaker is trans as fuckkk i cant pick a solid identity but just know shes everything and nothing at once

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I just realized that many many people have jobs

Rb with your job, wtf do you people do while offline???