tripping eyes,

it’s too easy knowin’ nothin’, blowin’ off the rest. & the riddles in the pages leavin’ too much to guess ; & the worry cracks a fracture from your hip to your chest.

[heynadiiia]

moirasvnchez​:

       * ! moira wasn’t used to fall festivities. if it didn’t involve a scandalous costume and alcohol, she always declined the offer. that changed when the fall festival was announced, realizing she was essentially indebted to the malnatis for their help with miami. she had been sitting down at a picnic table for what seemed like FOREVER carving a pumpkin. “this is the ugliest fuckin’ pumpkin i’ve ever seen, ” she huffs, putting the knife down on the table. 

         to say fall was nadia’s favorite season would be the understatement of the year, considering her all time favorite holiday was halloween. the spookier, the better. the falling leaves and cool weather was a plus, too -- not to mention all of the fall flavors like apple pie and pumpkin spice. she shamelessly ate that shit up. she’d been hard at work carving a pumpkin of her own, something she always liked doing, especially because she had become pretty good at it. she couldn’t help but laugh when she looked over at moira’s attempt, nodding in agreement with her statement. “that is pretty fuckin’ ugly. luckily, jack-o-lanterns don’t have to be pretty. it’s actually kind of better if they’re a little wonky, i think. but you know what, forget the pumpkins. let’s go get some lattes, spike ‘em, and get drunkenly lost in the corn maze.”

[heynadiiia]

ztevie​:

“this hotel is actually insane. roommates? free housing? AND you get paid? by no means am i complaining – but i swear to god if i find another large dildo during my housekeeping shift – i’m going to start chucking them out the window.”

“oh my god -- people really just leave their toys behind like that? like a hit it and quit it kinda thing, i guess. that shit’s expensive, man, what’s wrong with people? please, please start throwing them out the window. i want to see that news headline -- ‘passerby gets knocked out by a large dildo’. it’ll be like, what the fuck is that movie called-- sunny--no, cloudy? with a chance of meatballs? except instead of food falling from the sky, it’s sex toys. cloudy with a chance of dildos.”

[heynadiiia]

librarianboy-eddie​:

Eddie had been humming halloween songs the entire time he’d been decorating his and Nadia’s suite. However, the humming came to a stop when he realized he wasn’t able to reach the top of the doorway without having to grab a chair (which he really didn’t want to do. He also didn’t want to bother his boyfriend, knowing too well that he was probably asleep, and he hated waking him up when he barely slept the night before. So, when he heard someone coming over, Eddie put on his best puppy dog eyes. “Hey, do you mind helping me out? I-I can’t get up to the top of the door frame that easily. Do you think, if possible, you could get this up there?”

@malnatimedia​

Nadia had been watching her roommate struggle for a few minutes as he tried to finish hanging decorations over the door, so she finally thought she would offer some assistance, even though she was shorter than he was. “Oh my God, those eyes should be illegal. Look, I may have tall girl energy, but I am, in fact, a very short girl. Even in my platforms.” She looked up, sizing up the height of the door and looked back at Eddie. “Think you could lift my little ass up there high enough for me to hang it? If not, we can just drag a chair over. Or I have a step-ladder in my bedroom?” 

[heynadiiia]

brcnnvnblvck​:

          if her goal was to piss him off, she was definitely succeeding. all he wanted to do was catch the game and have himself a beer in peace, but clearly he chose the wrong night to do that. he was forced to hear her chittering and every second that passed made his knuckles get whiter as his fists clenched tighter. his upper lip twitched as he very slowly turned his head toward her. “no, she didn’t. she was too busy throwin’ dinner plates at my fuckin’ head. wanna see the scar? it’s pretty fuckin’ gnarly.” he spat before bringing the glass to his lips and taking another sip of his beer. 

          it was almost too easy. she had a special talent for working her way underneath someone’s skin, but it didn’t take much with him. it was like his brain was wired for blind anger. his white knuckles didn’t go unnoticed, and that’s when she knew that she had really gotten to him. she probably would have felt bad, if he wasn’t such an asshole. “aw, poor baby,” she teased as she stuck out her bottom lip in a mocking pout. she leaned in close, a playful smirk forming on her lips. “hmm... if i said yes, would you? show me yours and i’ll show you mine.”

[heynadiiia]

evieee-wyatt​:

The day was bright. The sun was out and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Evie took it as the perfect day to find some new friends. She had been cooped up for the past few days doing work and couldn’t wait another moment. Evie was a naturally outgoing person and not having anyone to talk to was incredibly frustrating. She decided to go on a walk and ended up at the food carts with her stomach grumbling. She ordered some tacos and in a split minute decision, paid for the person behind her hoping they would be able to strike up a conversation. She smiled and left the line, waiting near by to hear her name. 

After a long day of shopping and copping some major deals at her favorite thrift shops, her stomach was beginning to yell angrily at her. “Okay, okay, jeez, I’ll get somethin’. Shut it.” She mumbled under her breath as she walked up to the nearest food truck. Tacos? Oh, hell yeah. She’d just been craving some, so it was perfect. Surprised when she ordered her food and they refused her money, she looked around for the kind stranger that had paid for her meal. She really hoped it wasn’t some sleazebag just trying to get some brownie points. Smiling when she saw the woman wave at her, she walked over to stand next to her and wait for her food. “Hey, thanks for that. You didn’t have to do that. Kind of restored my faith in humanity a little bit. People can be such assholes these days.” 

[heynadiiia]

pleadforme-montgomery​:

Ella fiddled with the shot glass for a moment, before she added it to three that were already sitting in front of her. She glanced around the bar, for a moment taking in the crowd before she looked back at the bartender and ordered another shot of tequila. Tapping her fingers on the bench gently she glanced to the side when she felt someone sit beside. “How do you feel about doing shots of tequila?” @malnatimedia​

The coffee shop had run Nadia ragged today, customers coming and going constantly. Not to mention they were short staffed, so she had to pick up everyone else’s slack. She loved interacting with people, but only if they were pleasant interactions. She’d had enough of idiots for one day, so where did she find herself? Sitting at the bar, wanting to forget about her shitty day. She turned her head slightly when she noticed the shot glasses in front of the woman next to her, noting how much she needed one of those. Her ears perked up when the other mentioned tequila, which was her alcohol of choice. “I feel very strongly about doing shots of tequila. In fact, that’s the only fuckin’ thing I’ll take shots of. Another round? Looks like I’ve got some catching up to do.” 

[heynadiiia]

               TASK NUMBER FOUR. ( * ; the malnati. 

[heynadiiia]

sam--gray​:

Sam squinted her eyes at the girl, her mind pulling visuals from the videos and livestreams that she’d tunes into. It was definitely her; there was no way that it wasn’t. She leaned in a little closer, placing a hand on the counter between them. “I’ve looked into those eyes many nights through my computer screen, so I don’t think so.” She teased, a smile rising to her lips. Suddenly she heard the door ring as someone stepped inside of the coffee shop, causing her to shift her body and stand back a bit. She cleared her throat, “I’ll take a large iced coffee with a shot of espresso and half and half…Karma.” She said, making sure to say her name very quietly.

Her heart was pounding as the girl leaned closer, her eyes darting to every door in the place. How fast could she run? Cheeks flushed when she spoke, her alluring voice making her lean in a little herself. The sound of the door made her jump, her hands flying to smooth over her apron as if the other’s words had somehow disheveled her in some way. It still could’ve been a mix up, she thought, until she used her alias. Oh, fuck. The things she had seen her do, heard her say... the corners of her mouth twitched upwards, thinking about it. She stayed quiet while she rang in her order, regaining her composure, and grabbed a large cup and a marker. “Can I get a name for the order, please?” She asked, staying professional as the customer behind her waited patiently. Well, mostly. She may or may not have been subtly undressing her with her eyes, something she was very well-practiced at. “It’s on me, today.” 

[heynadiiia]

hay--emery​:

      maybe it was just the stress of their baking lately coming back to them, but emery had been a bit of a mess - which was most likely what led to them offering a cupcake to a random person. they chewed on their lip, before their cheeks reddened slightly, laughing, “ I would never poison someone. Intentionally, at least.” they joked. laughing again, emery smiled as she reached into the container and took out one of the treats, “I can assure you this cupcake will not kill you.” listening to the stranger, emery raised an eyebrow, “hmm, I’m sure I can do that,” they thought for a moment, closing the container of cupcakes and tucking it underneath their arm. “it might be a little out of season, but that cupcake you have in your hand right there is a perfect reminder of spring - a tangy, lemon-flavored cupcake with a sweet, earthy vanilla lavender frosting. I guarantee you won’t regret biting into it. hopefully.”

she nodded and listened to his pitch, examining the cupcake in her hands. as he finished, she sunk her teeth into the dessert, making sure to get a bite with equal parts cake and frosting. it was delicious, of course -- she had the utmost confidence that it was going to be anyway. however, she kept her expression neutral as she finished her bite, licking some extra frosting off her lip before she spoke. “i have some critiques...” she paused for dramatic effect, keeping him on his toes. “but not about the cupcakes. about the pitch. you should really lose the ‘hopefully’ next time. the thing is, people are highly susceptible to be persuaded by how you hold yourself. if you present your cakes with confidence, even if they’re not amazing -- which, these definitely are, by the way -- they’ll be more likely to tell you that they are, just by the confidence you have.”

[heynadiiia]

moirasvnchez​:

       *! are you okay? nadia’s question echoes in moira’s head. moira had forgotten what it was like to FEEL and fuck, did she hate it. she wasn’t used to crying. she wasn’t used to anger that persisted and made her body shake with rage. moira had realized that her rage wasn’t even directed at dante – it was directed at the world for stripping her of a normal family. her shaky hands manage to interlock with nadia’s, a silent comfort when words weren’t quite forming yet. where would she begin? HOW could she begin? her attention is on anything but nadia — the countertop, the floor, the wall. moira’s too afraid that seeing nadia’s concerned expression might cause the dam to break and that thought alone is terrifying. “i-i saw,” she stammers, pulling her quivering lip between her teeth. “i saw my brother.” no one knew she even had a brother. hell, moira had spent the past few years pretending she didn’t have one herself. it was less painful that way. “it was like seeing a ghost. we recognized each other but i don’t know him, nads.” her head shakes, still in disbelief that this had to happen to them. “he doesn’t know me either.” 

         soft hands squeeze around the other’s, a small gesture meant to stop all the shaking. she’s not used to seeing her best friend break down, not quite like this. never like this. she knows, from the way moira is avoiding her eyes, that she’s one look away from crumbling into pieces. so she stands there, and she lets her look anywhere but at her. she understands. she knows what she needs -- at least, she thinks she does. hopes she does. she listens intently, saying nothing until she finishes. she wants to ask questions -- the first being, ‘what? you have a brother?’ but it’s clear that would only make things worse. there’s a reason she hasn’t told her about him, and it isn’t her place to judge her or get angry at her for keeping it a secret. she stays quiet for a minute, while pulling her further into the suite, until they reach her room. she closes the door behind them, just in case her roommate came home ; she knows what moira needs right now is privacy. enough to completely fall apart, if she wants to. if she needs to. she pushes the other onto her bed and climbs on so that she’s positioned behind her, able to easily pull her into her lap and wrap her arms around her. this way, moira didn’t have to face her. not yet. not until she’s ready. “do you... want him to?” she asks quietly, keeping her voice level. “to know you?”

[heynadiiia]

moirasvnchez​:

     *! what a day it had been. what started as a pleasant friday had taken a turn when moira ran into dante. family was something moira didn’t often discuss with anyone and to her, it was best kept a secret. she’d mention her grandparents in passing but her parents? her BROTHER? they were rarely a part of her life…so they were rarely brought up. after being alone in her suite for a while, moira knew she needed a distraction. typically, that was a VICE - drugs, alcohol, sex - but right now? she really just needed a friend. nadia was one of the few people who could see moira like this and somehow, moira ended up standing outside of nadia’s suite. she knocks, not even cracking a smile when the door opens. “hey.” moira being short was one way you could tell there’s something wrong. typically, the girl oozed confidence and could captivate a room when she opened her mouth. “can i come in?” / @heynadiiia​

           nadia smiled down at the chai latte she’d made for herself, proud of her creation. she had just put on one of her favorite movies, true romance, a classic. she definitely wasn’t expecting any company, dressed in some old sweats and a t-shirt with a permanent coffee stain across the front of it. the knocking shouldn’t have startled her as much as it did, her hot latte spilling over a little when she jumps. “fuck!” she hisses as she rises from the couch, wiping her hand across her shirt. it’s already stained anyway, right? she places her mug down on the kitchen counter on the way to the door, begrudgingly swinging it open when she gets there. her mood changes immediately when she sees her -- happiness, at first, but then she notices that something is off about her. her brows furrow together, barely recognizing the girl that stands in front of her now. the cold emptiness that her voice held, so unlike the usual vibrancy that she’s grown so fond of. “moira? are you okay?” her question is mostly rhetorical -- it’s obvious that she isn’t. nadia’s hands find hers as she pulls her into the suite, closing the door after them with her foot. she searches her face for answers, wanting so desperately to know what’s going on so that she can fix it. “what’s wrong, babe?”

[heynadiiia]

two truths && a lie: library

I've stolen books from the library. Yes, intentionally.

One time, the librarian caught me and my ex fucking between the shelves.

The sweet silence of the library really mellows me out when I'm feeling a little anxious.

[malnatihq]

                 TASK NUMBER FIFTEEN: two truths && a lie !!

for our fifteenth task, we’re going to be having some fun with a little game. as we’re welcoming in new characters && members, we’d love to get to know all of your muses a little bit more with a game of two truths and a lie. you will write two truths and a lie based off of a topic that you are given. the basic format of this is someone drops a topic in your inbox, and you are to reply with two truths && a lie about your character(s). these can be as obvious or not as you wish, but you’re not to reveal which is which. (you can, if you want, if someone asks you, but on dash in the post ?? we want to keep it fun, so sharing which ones are truths && which one is the lie would give it away, yeah ??) two things to keep in mind: be creative !! make things up, have fun with it. this is meant to be good character development && make you think about your character(s). and two, when giving out subjects, try to keep it general. things you’re curious about. topics like career, love, family, pets, friends are super easy !! something super specific might take a little bit of fun out of it if it’s super stressful to think about. but if you know that it’s a topic/word that the particular character(s) could really relate to (maybe a favorite band, a person in their life, where they grew up, their vehicle), then go for it !! the truths && lies can get as deep && personal as you want. the goal of this task is to make you think a bit about your character(s), try to come up with something fun, deep, scary, real, and then throw in one lie to just entertain yourself. others in the group will get to know your character(s) a little bit more (with the exception of that one lie) && overall ?? it’s supposed to be a fun time !! for each ask your character answers, they’ll get 5 points each for each blurb. there’s no maximum amount of topics you can send out, but we do ask that you send at least three. 

how to play: for example, if someone gives you the word “school” in your inbox, you would reply with two truths && one lie about your character’s connection with school. say your character graduated high school && went to college on a scholarship, maybe do something like… 1) my character dropped out of high school. 2) my character was involved in greek life in college. 3) my character cried when taking the SATs. your answers can be as detailed or simple as you want. write a paragraph for each point, or keep it short and simple with a few words !! there’s no right or wrong way to play. 

if you’d like to OPT IN to playing two truths && a lie. reblog this post so we know who will be playing !! from there, people will know to send your character(s) topics. please tag your asks with the #malnatitasks hashtag so we can all see what you’ve come up with !! as always, tasks are optional, but for each ask completed you do get an extra 5 points !! if you have any questions pertaining to anything, just let us know !! we are so excited to learn more about your characters && see what they come up with !! but most importantly, have fun with this task !!

[heynadiiia]

Text: Tall Cake 🍑

Anthony: Damn right we are! You think we're just gonna MEET at Navy Pier?!

Anthony: What kinda psycho you think I am?

Anthony: Oh I know ;) ;) It's too bad no one has made a proper cloning machine yet.

Nadia: Listen shut up I was just making sure...

Nadia: Maybe it's for the best. I don't know if the world could handle any more of you. You're already too big for one person I stg

Nadia: Although, two of me? Holy shit. The possibilities... first and foremost, I'd fuck myself in a heartbeat.

[heynadiiia]

moirasvnchez​:

moira: nah i’d only eat boys  moira: i can eat you in a different way though 😈  moira: never expected that you would like ANYTHING vanilla nads moira: bitch i’ll turn into the flash……don’t tempt me. 

nadia: hell yeah fuck them boyz nadia:  😈 damn right you can  nadia: listen... they were out of chocolate ://  nadia: alright then barry allen what’re u waiting for then? get the fuck over here

[heynadiiia]

sam--gray​:

Sam had the day off for once and decided that she wanted to treat herself. She was a sucker for iced coffee, it was almost to the point where she was pretty sure her blood was fifty percent blood, fifty percent coffee. She took a leisurely stroll down the block, taking in the sights and sounds of the city as she did so. She arrived at the coffee shop, the bell dinging startling her just a bit. She saw the girl behind the counter smiling at her and couldn’t help but smile back. She looked familiar…where did she know her from? She walked up to the counter and raised an eyebrow. “This your side-gig? Or the other way around?” She giggled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Her grin grew wider when the other smiled back at her, and it seemed that her day was looking up. Her fingers were ready at the register to key in her order, but instead the girl said something that sent her into panic mode. It felt like her heart was going to beat right out of her chest. Oh god. Side-gig? Who is she? What does she know? Her eyes flitted across the room, as if to make sure that no one else was close enough to overhear. She kept her identity a secret for a reason -- so things like this didn’t happen. “I-I’m sorry?” Nadia was never one to trip over her words, but she was taken so off guard that she didn’t really know how to respond. Play dumb. Deny, deny, deny. “I think... you’re probably mistaking me for someone else.” 

[heynadiiia]

brcnnvnblvck​:

          brennan didn’t normally come to the bar–he much preferred to get drunk in the comfort of his own suite–but on such an occasion in which he lacked both beverages and the motivation to go to the corner store and pick some up, he had to settle. he picked a stool closest to the tv, hoping he might catch the yankee game, and ordered himself a guinness. he took a long first sip, not even caring about the foam mustache left behind until he heard a familiar voice. he licked his upper lip and stared into his glass. “i see yer still rockin’ that rank ass hairdo.” he grumbled in response.

          the bartender was quick to place a shot glass in front of her, filling it to the brim with tequila while he gathered a napkin and a slice of lime with his other hand. she smirked and made eyes at him -- she loved a good multi-tasker. she laughed obnoxiously at bren’s comment, a roll of her eyes following shortly after. "motherfucker,” she hissed under her breath before she grabbed the glass and tipped it back, having the lime ready in her other hand. her face twisted in disgust at the bitter taste, but the citrus of the lime gave her quick relief. after motioning for another round, she finally turned her attention to him. “you know, it must be really exhausting being in such a shit ass mood all the time. i mean, what is wrong with you? your mommy not hold you enough as a kid or something? mad at the world ‘cause you’re so fuckin’ ugly, maybe?”