"It is not often that I see English Dukes in Florence." Bianca spoke as she sat on her father’s chair. For now while he and her brothers were away she was the lady of the casa. “To what honour do we have of this visit, Your Grace.”
This photo has been taken about 15 minutes ago.
As you see it’s reblogged from “savedmaterialofrose” - it’s the URL where I’ve put ALL my site content to save it until I somehow get HXNRYV to stop stealing my materials.
Tumblr automatically updated the URL so the person who STEALS my site content can continue to do so.
The first page of HXNRYV is ONLY from reblogs from my site. My main site is already gone (see http://roseoflancaster.tumblr.com) and my other followers cannot access and enjoy it. If you go to the new URL, you can see it’s blank, it has no content visible to browse either.
I keep asking the owner of HXNRYV for a week now to stop treating my site as if I prepared it to be her free resource pool. Now it’s obvious that the only activity my asks triggered was that she SAVED all materials related to Henry V (one of my topics on the site) so in case the site would be taken down she’ll still continue to abuse it. And so she does.
Also as you see the post starts with “I have my own idea” - this is not an article that had a source, it’s a post I wrote, based on my ideas, my knowledge, gained through spending my time and my effort reading the books that I spent my money on. It’s by far not the first of my own works, some of them lengthy and opinionated writings, that she used despite my strict forbidding.
She follows the Roseoflancaster URL still and thus tumblr actively assists her giving her my new URL and ‘ignore’ doesn’t keep her away. She is ignored on BOTH Rose URLs. Thanks to her, my main blog is down, inaccessible to ALL of its followers, and she still keeps stealing from it, abusing it - truth be told even if I deleted the whole materials she would continue, she saved them all for that purpose.
I’m devastated. Can nothing be done to stop her?!
Please help me raise tumblr awareness for this abuse, because I’m really out of ideas and I’m just destroyed seeing how nothing works and she lives off me building her whole site and canon from my blog. Please reblog and spread my message and show support that this is just not right.
Thank you very much!
Taurus would rather concentrate on the beneficial things that feed their hearts and their pockets, not your b*llshit — simple as that.
Reblog this if I’m allowed to answer your Open/IC posts.
I’m really scared and nervous, I see an open and I start to panic, I know I really want to answer it and sometimes I get the courage but usually I don’t. So this is more of assurance for me. Letting me know that you’re alright with me answering your open/IC posts.
frick now I kind of want to rp as male!bianca and I think I might post a starter ahahahahahaahahaah merciful-death
This makes me happy :’)
I am the f e a r that runs through your veins.
I am the s c r e a m s of men on the battlefield.
I am the h o w l of despair when I take sons from the breasts of their mothers.
I seek the enemy and whisper in their ears the v e n o m of confusion until they are spent and no more.
I am the e s s e n c e of War.
I am Nemain, and I am t e r r o r.An independent rp blog for the Celtic frenzied spirit of the havoc of war, Nemain.
♛ Mun has two years of rp experience on tumblr
♛ Multiship and Multiverse
♛ Mun is of age
♛ Open to rp with OCs
♛ Can rp para, gif/icon chats, short conversations
♛ Mun is a potato so feel free to approach for plotting!
- Send me ☺ for a loving/affectionate text
- Send me ♣ for a drunk text
- Send me ♥ for a sexual/naughty text
- Send me !! for a threatening text
- Send me ☼ for a morning text
- Send me ?? for a strange/vague text
- Send me ► for a text not meant for you
- Send me ↕ for a scared/worried text
Paradise || Open
There was always a certain kind of beauty to masquerades that Bianca loved—everyone was mysterious, someone they weren’t for just one night, and it thrilled her to guess.
She put one foot in front of the other, long golden tresses shimmering against the light as she let it loose for the night, not even putting any pearls on it as she was always custom to do. The train of her turquoise dress billowed and rustled behind her as she ventured inside, making sure to keep her mind closed from anyone who wished to spoil guessing who she was.
This is what she was good at; deceiving and putting on masks to suit who she would be for the night. It was something she picked up from her days in Venice, when she had to protect herself from the grief and rage that coursed through her. Only a few knew what venom was inside of her.
As she stepped inside, she greeted someone to her right, a small smile coming to her peach-soft lips. “Buona sera.”
send me ☯ if your muse has ever thought about mine naked