#majinish

[nostomannia-archive]

“Does this hurt when I touch it?”

Injury Starters

Solita’s body jerked at the feeling of pressure on the spot. She had been hit pretty fucking hard and was surprised it hadn’t ended up splitting open her skin. She hissed through her teeth. 

“Y-yeah please don’t-!” She jerked away from the woman’s hand, bringing her own up to cup around the spot protectively. The drifter looked down, where the bottle that had caused this hit the ground and shattered. 

“...I’m gonna seriously kick the fucker who through that.”

[disobligingly]

“tired?”

Send “tired?” to notice my sleep-deprived muse nodding off

well, if he was dozing off before, he’s certainly not now! 

near instantly, he takes on a defensive stance, aware that the energy of the majin is not the same as the one he encountered so long ago and yet still on-edge.

“don’t you dare touch me--”

his tone laced with venom, there’s something in the back of his mind that tells him this is an unfair response, that this unfamiliar individual isn’t the same one that killed and consumed some of his kind--

and yet, it’s not the sort of overwhelming-terror that he can conquer on willpower alone, as evidenced by how he first leaps backward and then disappears entirely, dust still flying in the air from where his boots had dragged across the ground.

he’ll collapse sleep later, sure, but not for a while.

[vhalkyrja]

[ clean ]

non-sexual acts of dominance starters - accepting!

cleaning a smudge of something off their cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how.

Ah? Just what has the little one gotten herself into, hm? Angela simply cannot help pausing midway towards the usual bustle of an outpatient room, clipboard held tight to chest true to a healer’s mantra. Surely that wasn’t blood adorning her all too innocent features, moreso that of a certain chocolate cake the doctor baked early morning. There, there! Kneeling before her with a tender thumb swipe along the curve of her jaw and all done.

“Good as new. I see someone else has a taste for the sweets I keep in the fridge. Mein gott; my whole cake, too… I am almost afraid to ask; are you keeping up your sweet intake in proper moderation?”

[nxmelesscyborg]

@majinish Locked in Sight

She is sitting on the verge of a cliff without much of a thought in her own head. There is nothing for her since she escaped the facility that she lived with. It’s been a little while since she woke up in an empty lab filled with corpses. Something snapped in her back then. Something made her life purposeless. The female has no idea how to even call herself.  Te eyes shift as she notices a scent not too far away. A single presence in this empty area. And she still refuses to move but her attention is snapped as she observes. 

“What do you want?” A question is thrown into the win. She knows that the other is alredy here. Power redirects into the right arm, as per usual when she thinks there is going to be combat. But she is not attacking first. Never did that unless there’s an order. And there’s no one to give such order.