#ask roleplay

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[header image by @/ivy-vinezz ]

This is a roleplay/ask blog for Iggy Koopa run by @hiddens-studio

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General rules/information

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Nsfw topics are allowed however they will be tagged "#cw suggestive" for those who don't wanna see that. Mod and Iggy are both adults. Minors are not to ask or interact with these subjects

Shipping is allowed but make sure to go through with me first. Would prefer ocs or BoomBoom.

Iggy is transmasc (he/they/it) and gay.

This account is not canon compliant, instead it follows a head canon made by me.

Generally, the koopalings are Bowser's adoptive children. Iggy is about 21 here and is the third oldest out of the koopalings. Lemmy (older twin) and Ludwig (23) are older.

Do not vent in the ask box or tag in venting. Unless it is in character.

Iggy is missing his left leg due to events in my fic "Cleaved". Spoilers for that story will be here. As the Iggy in my story is the same Iggy here. He has a prosthetic.

Some asks/rp responses may have art that goes with them. But don't specifically ask for me to draw some things.

Iggy's field of study is mostly plant magic, poison and acid creation, and he has a huge interest in natural decay (such as the decomp processes for corpses). He's well aware his interests can be odd, gross, or scary to most. It totally doesn't hurt at all! Yep.

Iggy's dialogue is going to be signified by "green text"

Tag for answers/posts is #princeofpoison feel free to mute this tag if you don't want to see this account's posts under Iggy or the koopalings' tags :D.

Character: Default (OC)

FACE AU :3

".....mm... mmngh... ow my head..."

Default has waken but can't move

"Wha- aye!?"

Default is tied. Default can't move

"Dude. What-"

You find yourself in a colorful, bright room. It's decorated with stars, clouds, and a big rainbow. If it weren't for the fact that you were tied up, it would've seemed innocent—but after a quick glance, things became much more dire. On one side of the room was a pillory which seemed to hold a currently sleeping Robloxian in it. On the other side was another Robloxian tied to a chair, also sleeping. His mouth was brutally carved to resemble a wide smile, the area around it caked with dry blood—but that wasn't where the violence stopped.

There was a much more animalistic-looking Robloxian with a collar around their neck, chained to a wall. Their body was covered with stitches that seeped blood into the small bed beneath them, and one of their eyes was extremely disproportionate to the other. They resembled some disturbing take on a stuffed animal with how they looked.

In the midst of the night, memories of a past life surface

T̷a̸k̶e̵ ̵R̴e̸s̷p̸o̶n̴s̶i̸b̷i̵l̸i̴t̶y̵

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“ i've never had a family before. not like this. it's... nice. "

" jesus, don't do that to me ever again! i thought you were dead! "

" blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb. that's how the saying goes, you know. not the other way around. next time someone spouts that shit, you correct them. "

" what did that asshole do to you?! stay here, i'll go kick his ass! "

" next time they go after you, you've got my whole hearted permission to punch them in the teeth. "

[ to someone else ] " hey! HEY! that's my kid in there, you hear me?! you wanna go after them, you go through ME first! "

" i love you all... you dumbasses. "

" i'm going to protect you. not because you're blood or i need to, but because you're my family, and i got your back no matter what. "

" who hurt you? huh? hey, you want me to go kick their asses? "

" my parents were never any good at caring for me. i'm... i'm really happy you're here instead of them. "

" i'm putting you down as my emergency contact and next of kin. okay? "

" in my will, you're my dependent. if something happens to me, this bit of paper says you get everything. alright? "

" you're my family. i take care of my family! "

[ said to a threat ] " HEY! YOU WANNA HURT THEM, YOU GO THROUGH ME FIRST! "

Hope this helps you. I ship it like the titanic.

Moriarty burned in hell. But it takes a Phoenix to rise from the ashes.

Shipping you, Phoenix

Ps: “It’s not the fall that kills you in the end, but we’re stickin’ the landing” —salem ilese, Coke & Mentos

You forgot your password? That sounds so mundane, I hadn't expected that from you. Should I be disappointed? I thought your mind would be able to at least keep a few passwords saved in it, even more.

I already know that people imagine that John and I are kissing all day long after cases, I read the articles in the papers that try to picture how it would happen. So the drawings don't surprise me much. And I am much taller than that. But that still does not answer my question what a Johnlock is. Or is it a person? And what are you shipping where? Oh will you finally ship the cookies to 221B that you talked about?