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[maligns]

[ LOW ACTIVITY MULTI ] -- i'm the greatest god's created , i'm a sickness , i'm contagious & i'm a demon , power tripping on a mission ; & vindictive suffocating , exterminating ; & i love it , every second full of hatred . cut you open for entertainment .

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selective and mutuals only multi-muse. mdni. general rp etiquette applies. not drama / callout friendly. not pro-censorship friendly. dd:dne. please softblock if unfollowing! i will soft/hard block liberally for my own comfort & for the sake of dash curation. please don't take any offence!

sporadic activity & canon-compliant mature content will be present. i do my best to tag triggers liberally as '___ tw' . no triggers to be tagged for me. smut will also be present on this blog & will be tagged as ' nsfw tw ' or ' suggestive tw ' .

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mun : mal / she, her / 25+

MUSES :  

[  𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈 .  𝚂𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙳𝙰𝚁𝚈 .   𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚃𝙸𝙰𝚁𝚈 .  ]

games .

sylvain gautier  ( fire emblem )

ingrid galatea ( fire emblem )

seteth ( fire emblem )

miles edgeworth ( ace attorney )

caleb xia ( love & deepspace )

eddie gluskin ( outlast )

yuri ( doki doki literature club )

vincent charbonneau ( dead plate )

rk900 ( detroit become human )

literature .

troy barrett ( game changer )

aleksandr morozov ( game changer )

svetlana vetrova ( game changer )

lisa hayes ( game changer )

finn lunare ( ember & ice )

dane solari ( ember & ice )

john mandrake ( bartimaeus )

jane farrar ( bartimaeus )

henry wotton ( picture of dorian grey )

animanga & comics .

mephistopheles ( black butler oc )

kageyama tobio ( haikyuu! )

haibara ai  ( detective conan )

vermouth ( detective conan )

kang soojin ( true beauty )

kent parson ( check please )

connor whisk ( check please )

media .

hannibal lecter ( nbc hannibal )

dean winchester ( kripke's supernatural )

alex vause ( orange is the new black )

harry hart ( kingsman )

jennifer check ( jennifer's body )

anita lesnicki ( jennifer's body )

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plot call .

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@ardenseas . " what could i become if i stopped worrying about death, about pain, about anything ? " for kenny.

a divot forms between his brows. he's not fucking doing this . he loves jack too much; is too easy to manipulate, & jack takes full advantage . kent knows how to play hockey, but in relationships, he's always playing the losing side, giving too little too late, enabling jack's addictions & cataloguing all the warning signs as love. whether he knows it or not, jack takes full advantage - it's ridiculous.

there's just something wrong with jack's head; kent's stopped trying to examine. that's only a step better than drowning himself in jack & all of his maladaptive coping - kent's aware, he's not an addict yet, but he knows his vices. he could be one.

" don't think you would be you, if you removed all the suffering. " he doesn't mean it in a bad way. it's just the truth. kenny wouldn't love jack, if he wasn't tortured the same. bites his shoulder, a claim as much as a casual reminder. something for him to thumb over later. be good. pond murk eyes finally rise to meet jack's, " but still. that's not something for you to decide. the biggest pain would be the people you leave behind. "

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what do you mean ? you invited me. from gus:-)

" yes, yes. " ilya says, flapping a hand like he can brush the words off physically, " but this is peewee hockey, not nhl. they are two years old, don't need some old ugly fuck scaring them with tough drills. " he watches the kids, they way they run over the crushed, used ice with the sole mission of having fun. he kind of misses it. those halycon days where hockey used to be nothing more than the thud of your heartbeat, the swish of skates that echoed in the helmet & the buttery glide of the puck swishing into net. hockey is more bitter than sweet for him these days. it has been for a long time, & kids deserved to preserve that joy for a little longer. " i know it is a struggle for you, but make it fun, da? "

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yeah so ive kinda mostly been on @ cardiolog1st in zayne's headspace bc i miss my autistic little man. going back to him after more than half a yr of inactivity feels like relapsing . i rly have no excuse for revisiting lnds again after being promoted the backshots card but. thats how things played out .

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@fckurselfie .

he's still not used to this version of sly blue. has never seen the guy without a perpetual moodiness or a sadistic grin on his lips as he tears rhyme players apart. this mild-mannered, affable man can't be him - this person who seemingly has no memory of his prowess in the digital battlefield, a humble store-keeper by the name of aoba. it'd been a complete coincidence, the first time he'd stumbled into the store & found a puzzlingly familiar yet foreign expression staring back. now, every time he stops by it's like he's scratching a scab that's barely healed over, prodding at the man like a sharply worded question could cause this facade to shatter. " how modest. " he hums, a raise of his brow. " i think you're doing a lot of the help the community. we thought the shop was going out of business before you blew the life right back into it. i'm' sure granny must be stoked she's finally got hands to help. "

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glad to know i was a menace 10 years ago , & that i continue to be .

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im literally just asking for one single week where im not bombarded with assfuckery.

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@stagborne .

winchesters never play by the rules. in fact, he finds himself more at ease in the midst of risk & chaos. ever since the shape-shifter debacle in st. louis, dean's been on the fbi database for murder. he could afford to be a little more cautious, yet it's been years; their affable approach with authorities & the wide array of fake cards keeps him flying under the radar. however, graham's a little too perceptive for his own good. dean knows that look. it's subtle, but dean's intuition has been honed sharp enough to cut. ironically, the years of hypervigilance are coming in handy.

his gloved palms are deep in a cavity, inspecting the damaged tissue & searching for a missing liver with a ginger touch. the body hasn't been out for long - not more than one or two days, according to dispatch - yet the body is ravaged in a way that animal attacks & the elements can't quite explain. the more time he spends on the investigation, the more sure dean is that the case can't be anything but supernatural.

he straightens, fingering off the latex with a grimace before turning to graham. it's unfavorable odds that the fbi all the way from quantico have their sights on the same case. " ... you look like you have something to say. " the words emerge before he can over-think it. he's not one to meet a confrontation in any other way than head on.

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fuck .. finally gonna have time to be on tn ... gonna write like im possessed.

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realized my ZL button is broken 4 hrs into the run ... no divine pulse for me i guess 🙃

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i moved houses in the span of 2 days after serving my notice to quit at my job on the friday before, & then for some reason i thought it was a good idea to run 4.4 km this morning when i haven't ever ran any distance close to that before, like ??? i usually hate cardio. are you ok girl. sometimes i lack the ability to make good decisions, & this was one instance of that.

[hockeyborn]

@pvckbvnny ( TROY )  said  :   [TXT] : you'd be so proud of me right now and also disappointed. | RANDOM TEXT MESSAGE PROMPTS.

(         10:57   PM   message         -         BARRETT,  TROY.         )      what   happened?   are   you   okay?

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[ 11:01 PM - HOLLANDER ] yeah uh so . shanemfhollander.png i tried to stop him but haasy really wanted this poster of you he just took the whole stand from the store he started crying about how the poster was hollow ?? idfk what he was on about but how do we return this thing ... help

[silencedglaive]

just be yourself, macaria. that's all i want. ( meph )

( making demands ! / accepting ! )

she doesn’t - can’t ? - look at him.

it's easier to keep her twilight-violet gaze turned to the sky above, to the blanket of night & the dangling stars. beneath the soft light of the moon, she glows - all pale skin & the subtle yet resonating aura of blessedness that clings to her entire being. at peace on the surface. a mockery of the tsunami of turmoil that brews in the cracks & spaces between her bones & sinew. 

❝   … what if i don’t know who that is ?   ❞   she asks, quiet, voice barely more than a wisp of breath. the lakewater is calm around her, cradling her bare form with all the tenderness of a new mother. macaria floats naturally, mindlessly, belonging to the divine & the mortal & to .. herself ? she isn’t sure. the water ripples, an inky-black halo of hair - longer now, longer than she’s used to - around her head. gaia & her anointed. 

slowly, as if it mattered, as if she could move without disturbing the lake’s stillness ( how silly, how naive, as if she has not always left her mark, left her stain, let it be known that she was here, she was here, she was here - ) she raises her arm, shivering the instant cold air meets her damp skin. she holds her hand high, parallel to the moon, tracing the patterns in her palm. ( were they the same, every time, for every version her ? ) it’s meant to ground her to this present, to this body. it doesn’t.   ❝   i haven’t been myself, not really, in a long … not the way that you …   ❞   words trail away, wandering. she swallows down the rest. forces away the bitter taste of accusation that threatens to numb her tongue & leave it stumbling, pouring out cruel & thoughtless words. 

for all the scars & burns they’ve etched into one another’s skin over centuries upon centuries upon centuries, she bears him no ill-will. not now. not anymore. 

❝   besides,   ❞   for the first time, she shifts her eyes to his direction. turns starfreckled hues to his form, seeing & unseeing. her smile curves in the shape of something entirely mirthless.   ❝   what if you aren’t as fond of whoever ‘ myself ‘ is ? ❞   she asks, teasing without levity. she swallows again, this time around the bundle of emotions that sit, heavy as stone, in the base of her throat.   ❝   i’m not sure if i could bare that kind of rejection, you know. it would hurt my fragile little heart.   ❞  a false pout that withers. in the corner of her eyes, there’s a stinging sensation, familiar & foreign. she hates it. 

she doesn’t - can’t - look at him. not anymore. 

instead, she breathes deep - she inhales the crisp night air & the stardust & the uncertainty & the regret - & sinks beneath the surface of the water.

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@ardenseas . " you're not shy now, are you? " from john.

fuck him for talking such a big game. virgin. don't see you putting in the work, kent wants to snap, but he'd rather take the reins for this one. holds onto landry's shoulders in a death grip, knuckles white as he shifts his hips uneasily, testing the blunt pressure against his opening. mouth parts around a soft pant as the desire for it mounts; a stagnant dewdrop, finally heavy enough to roll.

shoots a glare from up under his sweaty fringe. " i'm not shy. " he grits out, trying to focus. " you're bigger than i expected, & ... " he thinks back to fervid nights, the rush of inexperience & heat of being with someone he thought he loved. closes his eyes. with all the bluster of an eighteen year old, he excuses, " it's just been a while. "

there's enough lube to darken the sheets, so that the slow sink feels just shy of pain, heavy all up in his throat. cries out, when the angle & pressure starts to whelm. " ja- " swallows. rolls his hips, syrup slow to feel the full weight of him, scraping his insides. nails dig into landry's back, a ring of teeth, not breaking skin to muffle the sounds, " fuck. 's good. "

even as kent rides him hard, his large hands flit nervously over skin. it's not enough. all that size & kent's not being thrown around -- criminal. tugs his hair as encouragement, & the sharp glare makes him throb. yeah, just like that. " come on, old man. don't give up on me now. " snickers. " one last set, coach. "

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@newyorkcap : " there's always something left to lose. " for troy.

he looks up at the hockey legend, larger than life even now, skulked away & reduced under the dim bar lighting. it hits troy all at once: the sheer weight of scrutiny resting on those world - weary shoulders. hunter had weathered a path for himself despite the rigorous, unyielding expectations of the sport, so that other closeted players could follow the trail - blaze .

" i guess it's a matter of weighing the pros & cons. " the words come after some deliberation, pieced together after the liquor settles in a burn at the back of his throat. hunter's brave for taking matters in his own hands, but there's always going to be people like troy; those that don't want to make a big fuss. he doesn't want to be an icon or some grand example. he just wants to play some damn hockey.

scott hunter is a legacy. he has the contacts & sway to do as he likes. rozanov & hollander , too. but troy ?? he doesn't want to be some minor - league sellout, career cut short, quietly taken care of for being too different -- too loud. maybe when he's retired, he'll post his truth in brief. not as some grand statement, but just for his peace of mind. maybe it'd help him feel more settled in his skin. still, he doubts he'll ever stop pretending. it's pathetic, but he'll probably be pushing forty & still be jumping at all the shadows .

he shakes his head. looks at hunter -- really looks. " you're crazy, you know that ? but … fucking brave. " a pause before he resumes, voice quieter & raw, " does it ever get easier? "

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@ardenseas

"No," Rafayel mutters under his breath the first time. He doesn't want to talk to Zayne. It doesn't really matter whether the doctor knew that his research was behind Ever's new breakthrough — Rafayel knows, with a single look, that he clearly doesn't. Even his question was genuine, trying to be rational, trying to calm him down, and it's maddening. "No. Unhand me." He tries to tear his wrist away, voice clearly panicked. "Don't talk to me. Don't you dare to tell me to calm down. Don't you touch me." Shadows creep and clouds the corners of his eyes. The sound of chains rattling pierces deep into his mind, and the grip on his wrist fades from warmth to something glacial and ice-cold. Zayne's voice blurs into something indistinct in the background, as if he's a thousand feet too deep in the ocean to hear his words distinctly. Tendrils of darkness curl wispily around him, drifting freely about the currents. Long nails anchor him down to the seabed, and something tells him that it's his would-be prison for centuries.  Rafayel's breath hitches. Their surroundings had been warped into something that blurs at the edges, folding itself until Zayne's muffled chokes penetrate through the haze. Rafayel pinned him against the driver’s car seat, an iron grip over his throat. He's not seeing Zayne anymore. Instead, he saw the thing that ruined him, taunted him in his nightmares and vanished before he could chase after it. It's in his hands now. And what should he do? Save it? Or put it out of its misery?

rafayel is more trouble than he's worth. he understands the shock of the revelation, but that doesn't temper his pettiness. not only did rafayel botch the surveillance mission, but zayne's had to stick his neck out for him & then get strangled on top of all else. tongue clicks in annoyance as his thoat starts to burn. a glance at rafayel slack expression & the faint illumination of his rosy eyes makes clear that he's not entirely present. zayne's not privy to the reasons behind the episodes, but he doesn't need a heart to heart. their association is strictly on a need to know basis & he prefers it that way.

evol glows fractal blue as he worms two fingers into the crux of rafayel's violent hold. he deliberates for all of two seconds before clipping rafayel hard across the jaw, fist ice - hardened from experience. it's not his proudest moment, but he's never claimed to be a patient man. rafayel can be real irritating when he wants to be. he shoves him hard to break the hold, glaring, one hand feeling the tenderness around his throat. voice scratches as he speaks, but thick venom still seeps past the hoarseness, " are you done with your temper tantrum? must have felt pretty good to take your frustrations out on me. "