Mistress of Evil

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[sardonicbeauty]

                          I’LL BE IN HELL                HAVING A THREEWAY WITH THE DEVIL

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[malignitasmali]

                  @persuadedparticipant requested evil. 

             ❝ i abhore any notion that suggests evil being a thing in which is brought upon a person's phsychosis due to historical events that have ocurred within their life. who's to say that a person cannot simply be BORN evil - with the mentality of wanting to destroy everything around them?

             ———can it not be placed, perhaps, within the same classification as sexual orientation; a pre-established state of mind that doesn't need to be drilled into one's PSYCHE by way of someone else's influence. ❞

[malignitasmali]

(appears in a flock of Ravens) 'I heard we are going to crash a party?'

        ❝ oh, i think it only absolutely necessary. don’t you?          surely, they had merely misplaced our invitations ❞

[malignitasmali]

                          @archaeolxgica requested evil. 

                ❝ ———you have experienced a great many adventures within your lifetime, miss croft. i am offering you another CHALLENGE; one in which i most certainly hope you succeed if it is of any interest. ❞

[wiintry]

       ❛ …are we playing with hypotheticals now? if so, how long would it take for hypothermia and frostbite to set in; quicker than it would in any other NATURAL setting, surely. the cold would seep so deeply into your bones that you would feel like falling asleep, and ultimately you would; in your sleep, the cold would take you, and then you would be dead. ❜

               ingrid’s reply is clipped and simple, and she doesn’t spare maleficent more than one vaguely DISMISSIVE glance as she paces idly back and forth; but beyond that, it is easy to note the tension in her shoulders. she is cautious, wary. even if she does a very good job of not showing it.

      ❛ ———& i would not melt. despite what most people seem to think, i am not actually made of ice. i would burn alive. just as anyone else you’ve set fire to, presumably. ❜

[malignitasmali]

               ❝ or perhaps — hypothetically speaking, the insides of my core would be well heated enough to dissolve such a chill within minutes, perhaps hours. do remember dear that my internal anatomy does not match that of your own stature. a dragon cannot be so easily chilled to death however, wouldn't that be an ironic situation? i'm almost amused. ❞

               and so too does she manage a light form of a chuckle. regardless of external tensions which remained lingering over them, maleficent found the entirety of their overall position somewhat indispensable. fire & ice. it could very easily become a benefitial affair, couldn't it? how quaint.

              ❝ ———unlike the others, you hold no connotations that render your death useful to me. on the contrary, quite the opposite. ❞

[lipstickdrcgon-deactivated20161]

“Do not mistake hibernation for death. I do not   actively seek to destroy anybody currently,    but that does not mean I couldn’t.”

[malignitasmali]

       ❝ i'm not speaking of hibernation - nor death, for        that matter. but rather the necessities in which your        heart condones such trivial emotions. ❞

[malignitasmali]

considering my recent return to this blog, i think it would be nice to do a little starter call. this is open to all since i have yet to go through followers/mutual followers (honestly i just don’t care), these will be done in time. 

[malignitasmali]

                               @lipstickdrcgon requested evil

       ❝ there may have been darkness that once lived        within your heart, though i find such possibilities        fictitious — no darkness lives there now. ❞

[malignitasmali]

                                       @wiintry requested evil

      fingers outstretched, her palm forming a single orb      which soon erupted into a ball of emerald flames      that encircled within her hand. lips coming to purse,      the slightest of smirks curled at the corner of crimson      lips. eyes staring deep into that of the womans own.

         ❝ how much fire would it take, for you to melt? ❞

[malignitasmali]

considering my recent return to this blog, i think it would be nice to do a little starter call. this is open to all since i have yet to go through followers/mutual followers (honestly i just don’t care), these will be done in time. 

[ravcnna]

                   ‘ I will give this wretched                world the QUEEN it deserves. ’

Independent, Selective roleplay blog for Ravenna.       From Snow White and the Huntsman.                   Multi-verse & fandom.

[malignitasmali]

sandsofchaos;;

“W h y?”

“To stir things up with the royals, of course. Tear down their walls, and inspire their people to uprise in anger! People that are exhausted from being used and ignored… If I must poison each and  e v e r y  heart to get there, I will. I loathe anyone wearing a crown, after all. Especially if they are of one ruling mind. Ah…but I can see how this could be a slight problem, for you and I, hm?”

     the well-being and nature of a kingdom meant nothing      to the fairy; she lived within her own surroundings out-      side their realms and away from their inner turmoils. so      long as they didn't touch what was hers or show a dis-      respect for her own nature, she disregarded them almost      entirely. however, the thought of such chaos in which this      woman had provided lifted the corners of her mouth, a      twinkle in a labrodorite gaze.

                           ❝ you have my attention. ❞

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[lovethemysterious]

She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.

 Terry Pratchett (via mortiuum)

[pupperonnii-deactivated20170731]

|| @malignitasmali ||

              At her knees she rested, her head bowed in holy difference to the priest before who held aloft the gold, glittering, laurel leaf crown which was to be bestowed upon her, the weight of the new world beginning to rest itself on her shoulders. Her slender figure hunched over slightly as she listened to the priest lay upon her the vows and rights of monarchy, she could not contain her excitement and her apprehension. 

              But a day before had she been woken from her slumber, and in the hours between she had been informed of the untimely death of not only her mother and father, but of the Prince who had rescued her as well. Left a l o n e in the world without a kindly face to turn to, she felt strangled by the responsibility. An entire kingdom for a sixteen year old girl! She knew of Kings younger than she who had ruled before her, but they had been raised to take the throne –she had hardly learned to read but a few years ago. 

              And now, it was all to be hers. The land, the people, the wealth, the b l o o d. She would be the one to lead her men to war, to decide the welfare of those she did not know. She could all but hope the advisor’s her parents had known would not take advantage of the clearly vulnerable position that the young Queen found herself to be in.

              A weight upon her head. She rose slowly, one fluid motion as she stood straight and tall, chin tilted high. The crown settled upon the crest of her cranium, and a glowing smile lit up the facade.

              A new era had begun.

              “All Hail the Queen! All Hall the Queen!”

[malignitasmali]

                        ❝ all hail the queen — indeed. ❞

the voice seemed to speak above all others that echoed about the grand hall and soon does such intrusion demand the attention of its attendance. a slow gust of wind, one strong enough still to blow out each and every candle that flickered within its presence. light taps from the back of the room; normally she might have appeared in the form of flames within the center of the room, just as she had done sixteen years ago when the lack of invitation awoke a similar sense of merose disatisfaction. this time however, there was perhaps an underlining understanding on the matter though that did not stop the fairy from making herself known regardless of unwarranted company.

sixteen years - how long it had been. so much turmoil and death between those years and so much of it fallen upon the shoulders of the pretty girl standing upon a throne. the fairies had certainly granted her the most precious of gifts; beauty and grace, the love of her people, but was that love forced upon by a simple gift? she had to wonder. could the people of her realm fall victim to hatred just as easily as any other kingdom? perhaps she was curious enough to find out, but present matters were of the essence and maleficent's determination to gain what she seeked still hung strongly in the air. — she had killed the girl's family; every form of it and still remained unsatisfied. the stories told; the tales which wove the very nature of historical documents had lacked truth and fine details. it was disappointing.

slow clicks of her heels echoed about the room, each person dispersing with steps taken back in order to provide her entry out of fear that if interferance would be detrimental and of course, it would have been. coming into the center of the room, diablo caws overhead, wings flapping rapidly before his feet find purchase upon her shoulder. the delicate hiss of her staff hits the floor and it's then that full attention is directed onto her, a steady gaze kept firm upon the newly crowned princess — no, QUEEN.

                  ❝ your families continuance on the lack                   of respect is beginning to become a bit                   overbearing, your majesty. ❞

[confiidant-blog]

                                   go ahead, turn me in to whatever you want        a bird, a worm… i don’t care anymore. every time you don’t like what i have to say, you CHANGE me.                                                                                                                               graphic credit.

[malignitasmali]

' a man who sees nothing has no use for his eyes. '

                                 game of thrones █║│♛

         ❝ how right you are, my pet.         the question is; shall i wield the blade          or would you like to do the honors of          pecking them out yourself? ❞