my soul so cynical

malcolm caldwell 

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@julestm​ : 

“you know i just love it when you leave your clothes everywhere.” she quipped as she dusted her cheeks with powder. there’s an obvious hint of annoyance in her tone. there wasn’t much that jules disliked about her husband but his organizational habits was one of them. she was obviously in no rush at all, dipping her brush with product before stippling it on her skin. the blonde sauntered over to the exact spot that she’d placed his shirt the evening before and plucked it off the rack.

she pecks the corner of his mouth before turning to her section of the closet to admire the collection of purses she loved to hoard. the sleek new addition sat right on the countertop like an award. receiving gifts was unmistakably their love language. “i can’t believe you even found it here. i thought for sure that it was only available in paris. does this mean we aren’t going anymore?”  

mal grinned, trailing behind his wife. he wrapped an arm around her waist, resting his chin on the top of her head. “of course we’re still going,” he said gently, “it’ll be our, what, fifth honeymoon?” he sighed, planting a kiss on her head before glancing at the mountains of purses he’d gifted to her. he loved to spoil her, to him, she deserved nothing but the best. people were skeptical of their whirlwind marriage, but he didn’t give a fuck. he loved how tough she was, and how whip-smart she could be. 

“tell me, what do you wanna do in paris this time?” he hummed, wrapping both hands around her. she was tiny against his large frame. “we could do a private tour of versailles again, maybe ‘lift’ a few things from the marie antoinette collection?” 

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@fromsilas​ : 

Location: The Phantom’s Cloak

It had been longer than he realized since he had stopped by the speakeasy of District Two; the music swarmed the joint as the lounge band began their sound check for the presumably busy night they were to have. After buying a glass of sharp amber liquid Silas made himself comfortable in one of the corner booths. It wasn’t rare that he would find himself wandering the other districts; taking in all that he could all while being as inconspicuous as he could manage. A shadow fell over his booth, blocking out the swinging ceiling light enough for him to tilt his head in order to catch the figures gaze. “Why am I not surprised?”

“shut up, luan.” he scoffed, sliding into the seat opposite to him. “i’m not here for official district business this time.” he smirked, resting his arm over the booth to glance around the speakeasy. he didn’t want anyone to know what he was about to do, especially when he requires the assistance of a district one hitman. mal leaned over, his blue eyes glinting mischievously. “i need some help acquiring a certain item, if you know what i mean.” he said in a hushed tone, trying to be as discreet as possible.

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closed : @gintcnics​

mal reached over to his fourth glass of whiskey, taking a swig as his face crumpled up in disgust. “hey, no-no. i’ll tell ya a fuckin’ secret,” mal hiccuped, leaning over the bar. “i fuckin’ hate whiskey. i only drink it ‘cuz it looks cool.” he chuckled to himself, taking another big gulp. “you’ll keep my secret, won’t you, no-no?” he whined, “you’re a good guy. i fuckin’ love you.”

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closed : @julestm​

mal stepped out of the shower, steam still wafting into the adjacent bedroom.  he draped his damp towel over his hips as he ambled into their walk-in closet. “babe, did you see the armani polo i laid on the couch yesterday? could’ve sworn i left it here last night.” he called out, his eyes tracing the shelves and closets in his little section of the room. pressed shirts and sharp suits hung on his side of the closet as he ran his hand through them, searching for his favorite black polo.

“did you get that birkin i sent you last week? i had to pry it off of north fuckin’ west’s hands but it was worth it. you’d look ten times better holding it, anyway.” he yawned lazily, slipping on a pair of pants.

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@julestm​

this happened. it’s now canon.

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CLAUDIUS, HAMLET, VIOLA

what is the worst thing you’ve ever done?

↪ “i bought crocs once.   he winced, “it was a moment of weakness.” 

do you prefer to think things through thoroughly or act on impulse?

↪ “i like to think things through. but when shit gets tough, you have to learn to go with your gut.” 

how skilled of a liar are you? 

↪ (x) 

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puck?

do you consider yourself a mischievous person?

↪ mal cocks a brow, a coy grin on his lips. 

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VIOLA

how skilled of a liar are you?

↪ “i’m a lawyer, babe. i do that shit for a living.” 

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⌜ CHRIS EVANS | HE/HIM ⌟ ;- MALCOLM "MAL" CALDWELL is a THIRTY-FIVE year old CIS MALE. They are located in DISTRICT 2 where they are employed as a LAWYER. They are known to be INTELLIGENT & CHARISMATIC, but they can also be HEDONISTIC & ARROGANT.

past

malcolm caldwell was born in brooklyn to a middle-class family. he was the perfect son; boy scout, honor student, star-athlete, and an all-around good guy. he was granted a scholarship to nyu & decided to pursue law. he was a public lawyer and really cared about his clients. however, after one too many of his clients were fucked over by the system, he grew cold and cynical. he quit doing cases pro bono for good and took a high paying job in a fancy law firm. there he indulged himself a little too much. drugs, alcohol, and lots and lots of sex.

present

district two took notice of his skills and hired him. he wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty, taking bribes and “persuading” plaintiffs. he moved to chicago on a whim and he’s been working with the gang for about three years now and life couldn’t be better. he lives with his wife in a penthouse and when he’s not working, he’s spoiling her with lavish gifts and expensive vacations.

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Shakespearean Character Ask Meme

ANTONY: What bad habits do you need to break? BEATRICE: What is the achievement you’re most proud of? BENVOLIO: What comes to mind when you think of peace? BIANCA: What do you want most in life? CELIA: Do you want to fall in love? CIRCE: Would you rather be loved or feared? CLAUDIUS: What is the worst thing you’ve ever done? CORDELIA: Do you consider yourself a good person? CRESSIDA: What makes you feel trapped? DESDEMONA: Do you believe that the truth will set you free? EDGAR: Do you want to make your family proud? EDMUND: Do you ever wish you’d been born someone else? If so, who? GERTRUDE: Would you (or have you) ever cheated on a significant other? HAMLET: Do you prefer to think things through thoroughly or act on impulse? HECATE: Do you consider yourself an introvert or an extrovert? HELENUS: Do you believe in God? HIPPOLYTA: What is your biggest regret? HORATIO: Who do you love most? JULIET: What is your favorite luxury? LADY MACBETH: What is your favorite thing about yourself? MACBETH: Have you ever killed anyone? Would you? MALCOLM: What does honor mean to you? MEDEA: Do you have any quirks? MERCUTIO: Is there anyone you would die for? MIRANDA: Is happiness a choice? OBERON: Does reputation matter to you? OPHELIA: Is there anything you regret not doing? ORSINO: If you could have any material thing in the world, what would it be? PARIS: If you had the chance to rule the world, would you? PORTIA: When did you lose your innocence? PUCK: Do you consider yourself a mischievous person?  ROMEO: How far would you go for love? ROSALIND: What does your ideal day entail? ROSALINE: Which people from your past haunt you? SEBASTIAN: Is violence ever the answer? TITANIA: Do you believe in magic? TYBALT: If you could kill one person without consequences, who would it be? VIOLA: How skilled of a liar are you? VOLUMNIA: Describe the biggest sacrifice you’ve made.