rigormortis

oc rp blog. mun/muse are 18+.

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Attilio Codognato

#skull #necklace 

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Gentle Persuasion

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[riigormortis]

i want everyone to know there’s a 8% chance to succeed a Nightmare Challenge ( u don’t want to) && cotard managed to do it three times in a row 

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It was difficult for her to not display absolute awe in the descent to Fallen London; she could hear one of the crewmen murmuring how there was always one but paid it no mind, this place was amazing. To think this investigation was a punishment! How could this be anything close? She spent the rest of the day wandering the streets of Spite; learning what she could before it was time to meet with her contact. Agent Avani had read in her report regarding a specific Urchin that he was without much of a future, living on the streets and would eventually be cast from the gang he ran with once of age. She wasn’t enthused with the Collective offering to change his eventual status in order to extort information for the years leading up, but she could make do so long as the kid was alright. Upon meeting him that seemed to be the case; this place called Fallen London was full of moving parts that all contributed one way or another. She got names and places and in return made sure he left with enough to keep him well.

Investigating this place meant either trying to conscript someone or seeing whoever was willing to trade services; the young woman wandered for a time longer in search of those upon her list before she came upon one man who matched a description given. A captain - she often liked captains, well versed in the land and the sea they traversed. He stood out, to her at least; bandages, goggles, the way he seemed to standing there. “H-Hello? Excuse me?” Nestor approached with care, doing her best not to startle him. “Would you happen to be Captain Cotard, by chance?”

[riigormortis]

     Oh, he’s been chasing numbers tonight; raving at strangers and deciphering scrawlings on walls, tonight was a night in which his mind had decided to take twists and leaps from one point to another -- an hour ago he’d been drowning his sorrows in a hotel lobby fountain, half an hour ago he’d wrung his bandages dry by a devils’ fire and just fifteen minutes ago, Cotard had been chasing down the pilferer of a few boxes of unmarked souls. He had the souls -- he stood there, triumphant, waiting, the suitcase hanging from bandages that seemed to have red smears across the knuckles. The thief's fate was impossible to tell - he’d thrown the body over the wharf, and it was unlikely to be found, or cared much about.     He’s expecting a handsome Devil with a boat-ride to follow, but when he’s met with a much shorter (albeit still pretty) woman, Cotard takes it in his stride. A heartbeat doesn’t pass before he’s got his response; his arms open theatrically as if to engulf her in a bear hug.    “The one and only!” Only his mouth and the tip of his nose is visible through the layering of yellowing bandages. They were white, once. Now some were red. His arms finally arc closed, but only to grasp her by both her shoulders as the Captain grinned. “I know just what this is about!” He lets her go only for a split second; her forearm is grabbed, the sleeve pushed up ever so slightly to bare skin -- and his other hand flourishes to push up a quill from the bandages. The scribble left on the inside of her wrist is not the neatest, nor recognisable. That grin widens and he tucks the quill back underneath the bandages, though this time behind ones peeking from the collar of his shirt.     “If you ever run out of pennies, you can ask someone to preserve and sell that. You’re welcome.” 

[papajohnpizzas-deactivated20181]

‪sentenced for 12 years on two counts of goofin around, one count of manslaughter

[riigormortis]

[riigormortis]

HI IM BACK AND IM SWITCHING BACK TO BEING A FALLEN LONDON BLOG

cotard as an aasb character has developed a lot to the point where aasb!cotard is an entirely different person and i MISS the chaotic shenanigans of fallen london;  excuse me while i clean up any AASB-related posts and get back to my fallen london roots. :’) 

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Cosmo Sheldrake || The Moss

[cultofweird]

The Hill of Crosses in Lithuania

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[riigormortis]

here ain't no grave can hold my body down There ain't no grave can hold my body down When I hear that trumpet sound I'm gonna rise right out of the ground Ain't no grave can hold my body down

Well, look way down the river, what do you think I see? I see a band of angels and they're coming after me Ain't no grave can hold my body down There ain't no grave can hold my body down

[dvoyd]

death is that familiar taste that fills your mouth, coats your teeth, and chokes your lungs when you try to breathe.

perhaps you shouldn’t have kissed it | m.a.w (via dvoyd)

[patronedsaint-a]

hey! if ur ever looking for information on my character (whether i haven’t finished/uploaded my stats or bio pages or it’s just information you’d like to know) you can always 100% shoot me a message asking about anything! if you need something cleared up about my muse, ask me. if you wanna learn more about my muse, ask me. if something is confusing you or you just want to know more - ask me! i’m always available to answer questions about my muse because the odds are i’m probably still figuring them out. no matter how long i’ve had them for, there’s always room for character development and finding out more about them. there are some things even i haven’t figured out about my muse, so always feel free to ask me if you wanna know anything.

[patheticgoth-deactivated2016062]

u ever feel so sad ur heart hurts

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