So lovely, it feels so right.

CW: This blog contains themes of murder, general violence, and gore. Hello hello! I am Cyd, and this is my second Soulsbornering centric rp blog, for a very gross, nasty little lady named Oneta. I don't bite, but she does. This is a literate, semi-selective and independent rp blog for an oc for Elden ring.

@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."