Broditore is gonna be cosplaying as fem!Malik and asked me what fem!Malik hair is like without her scarf. I hope this helps. ^^
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Broditore is gonna be cosplaying as fem!Malik and asked me what fem!Malik hair is like without her scarf. I hope this helps. ^^
Quick doodle-
An injured and loathing fem!Malik with Altair helping her re-wrap her bandages.Ā
I love how OCs are considered shitty on the spot
and canon characters are perfect
but Iāve seen canon RPers that have the writing skills of a toddler, and OCs that write like fucking gods
if you donāt support OCs, I donāt support you
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Fem!Malik aka Malika
Just a reminder:
When Prophet Muhammad (sallahu alayhi wa sallam) was travelling on the road with his cousin, Al-Fadl ibn Abbas, a woman stopped him to ask him a question. Ā The woman was very beautiful, and Al-Fadl couldnāt help but stare at her.
Seeing this, Prophet Muhammad reached out his hand and turned his cousinās face away.
He didnāt tell the woman to cover her face.
He didnāt tell her to change her clothing.
He didnāt tell her that her appearance was too tempting or indecent.
He averted his cousinās impolite stare.
Muhammad was a bro okay
Friendly Reminder we arenāt going to be playing as Desmond in Black Flags because heās dead.(āāæāāæ)
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[text] let me repeat
[text] thereās a van outside
[Text] And you are suddenly somehow physically incapable of handling the situation?
[text] I was born incapable
[Text] Says the man who kills and dies on a daily basis
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[text] let me repeat
[text] thereās a van outside
[Text] And you are suddenly somehow physically incapable of handling the situation?
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[text] help ;-;
[Text] I am glaring disdainfully at the phone
[Text] Since I canāt do it to you at the moment
[Text] What happened?
[text] ā¦..
[Text] Well?
[Text] I canāt have the option to help you if you donāt tell me.
[text] ⦠Thereās a van outside
[Text] I fail to see the problem.
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[text] help ;-;
[Text] I am glaring disdainfully at the phone
[Text] Since I canāt do it to you at the moment
[Text] What happened?
[text] ā¦..
[Text] Well?
[Text] I can't have the option to help you if you don't tell me.
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[text] help ;-;
[Text] I am glaring disdainfully at the phone
[Text] Since I can't do it to you at the moment
[Text] What happened?
I swear this is an rp blog sometimes.
i also still have to make that starter for sukh that is long overdue
Adil managed a small smile for her, and he nodded. āOf course. I feel very lucky to have had the chance to get to know you, if only a little. You are a very kind and wise woman.ā He nodded to himself, and pushed himself to his feet. āI think I know what I want to make for you. If you will excuse me, I will need a bit of time⦠but I hope to have something to your liking when I return.āĀ
She was excited at the thought of achieving a new blade, and pleased at the fact that it would be made specifically for her, and by one of her brothers, no less. Malikah kept up her calm front, but gave a larger smile than before. After all, there was no harm in showing pleasure. She would just have to make sure not to overdo it. "Yes, of course. I shall not rush you. Take all the time you need," she replied. "And I thank you again."
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he let out another sobbing wail, letting it echo off the walls of her empty little shop (ugh, what a terrible little shop it was, so many papers and gathering specks of dust, she could use a painting or something of the sort, perhaps some painted walls like the ones heād seen in russia). āyou try, woman. you try.ā
She wanted to hit him. She was making a disturbance and trying her patience, which were two things that she loathed. Though, really, she should have expected it, with her luck. The fact that the disturbance was a foreigner was a change of pace. But no, it wasn't enough to get rid of the feeling of irritation. And the fact that he was challenging her only increased annoyance. Ā "If you insist." Malikah drew a sword from beneath her desk and approached him. She wasn't planning to kill him. Not yet, anyway, but perhaps if she showed him that she was serious, he'd leave on his own accord.