#malignitasmali

[ravcnna]

@malignitasmali

                    She had been the Queen for a few years now & everything went her way. She enjoyed being the one in charge, to show this wretched world all it deserved, which was not much. There was poverty yes, but not so much that people were dying. Besides the young girls she needed to maintain her beauty and youth.

                    Her magic had grown stronger & the destructiveness of it touched more and more of the kingdom, it even touched the moors, something she did not care about. She didn’t even think about it if she was honest. The only thing she cared about was getting the best for herself, her beauty and her brother, Finn.

                   Ravenna had heard though that there was trouble at the border with the moors and she needed to go see. She needed to check it out. Reluctantly she left the castle and disappeared in a flock of ravens. After a short flight she landed and appeared again. She looked around until she saw a woman with what looked to be horns.

                   She went towards her, not afraid of what she might do, Ravenna couldn’t be killed by anyone that wasn’t the one with fairest blood. That was why she didn’t know fear anymore, at least not fear for her life, she was not an ordinary mortal, she never had been and never would be.

                        ‘ So. You are the one causing trouble it seems. ’

[ravcnna]

swynford-de-beaufort//malignitasmali

[ ♛ ] send me a url and i’ll tell you the following;

@swynford-de-beaufort

my opinion on;

character in general: I love Pam. She is seriously one of my favorite characters ever created. She is sassy, but fabulous and doesn’t take shit from anyone. She is the one that says what we are all thinking and I love her for it.how they play them: AMAZING! I’ve loved Jess her take on Pam ever since I started rping and have been lowkey stalking her blog (or not so lowkey anymore). For me she is Pam, I believe she secretly worked together with the writers for Pam’s lines.the mun: Such an awesome mun. Sweet, badass, fun, talented & attractive.

do i;

follow them: YESrp with them: YESwant to rp with them: YESship their character with mine: Nope. Maybe like platonic, but i don’t think they will get feelings for each other.

what is my;

overall opinion: If you are looking for quality, look no further!

@malignitasmali

my opinion on;

character in general: So Maleficent. To be honest she was the best thing of that movie. I loved the whole backstory, but lbr, there are many plotholes in that movie. I would’ve loved it if Maleficent stayed ‘evil’, she is so delicious when Evil *sighs* & Angelina Jolie. Do I need to say more?how they play them: Another blog of Jess’s that I’ve followed around when she was active on it. I just love your portrayal of Mal so much, especially because in my opinion you focus a little more on the ‘evil’ side and it’s the best one imo.the mun: Same as above ;-).

do i;

follow them: YESrp with them: SOON! I still need to write that starter, which I will do very soon.want to rp with them: YES!!!!!ship their character with mine: I probably will tbh…

what is my;

overall opinion: just one word! AMAZINGNESSS!

[ravcnna]

I love this. Give it to me!!! @malignitasmali. Tags you because I’m evil and we need to write this!

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The Draw

Jack is the kind who would sail just about anywhere, simply for the love of seafaring and the feeling of chasing a horizon. Of course, sailing the Caribbean is his ideal - warm, bright blue waters, islands to explore, the promise of the sun every morning to warm his skin. Sailing to Scotland is not quite the same. He’s wrapped his coat so tight his body in an effort to stave off the frozen winds that he’s almost forgotten what it’s like to wander across deck with half his shirt torn open. But finally, blessedly, they dock in the port of a small island. Every sailor worth his salt kisses his crucifix as they leave the Pearl; this is a place for monsters, and Tia Dalma has sent them in empty handed on some bloody errand. 

The men disappear into the tavern in search of a whore desperate enough to abide their rum breath, calloused hands, and pathetic pawing. Jack would congratulate them, if they could find such a woman on an island this small. Tortuga is by no means large, but the islands of the Caribbean are not the same as islands elsewhere in this world. Jack knew that for a certain. 

Unlike them, Jack took off across the island looking for the cabin Tia had described. All he had to do was get a few feathers from a raven, and then he could drink to his heart’s content, stare at the stars from the deck of the Pearl, and be on his merry way back to warmth in a matter of days. It took him time, of course, to traipse through the wild, but he found the cabin. He pocketed the compass that led him to the destination and slowly wandered closer. The best tact here, it seemed, was to act the lost sailor - only half a lie, after all. So he straightened his hat and rapped at the door of the cabin. 

[malevolentsqueen]

                                           malignitas—mali​

                                                                        LIKED FOR A STARTER

             it’s the curiosity that gets the best of her. the part of her that just needs to know what lies within, what hides in the shadows of a world completely separate to her own despite the land they share. the moors, they called it. a forest dark and foreboding, where few dared to tread. she first heard about it as a child, had often passed by the tree-line be it on foot or on steed. her father used to tell her stories, about the creatures that lingered deep within, of the fairies that were so rarely seen. she had once entertained the idea of running until she was hopelessly lost, escaping the watchful eye of her mother. it was only a matter of time before the noose around her neck pulled too tight, and she’d rather have taken her chances in the moors than face her mother until the end of time. 

                              her fascination had died as she aged. after the crown was placed upon her head, she’d had far more important things to attend to than fantasise about stories from her youth. but with the king dead, with her rule firmly secured save for her murderous step-daughter’s evasion, regina had found herself once again contemplating the secrets the moors hide. standing at the edge, where shadows met the sun, regina’s head slowly tilted to the side as she tried to glimpse something besides absolute darkness. a gentle rise of her hand halts the progress of her company, black knights standing to attention in silence. there is something strange here, something that screams magic — she hadn’t noticed when she was young, because the only magic she had ever known was her mother’s. but she knew better now.

            something, or someone, was in there. and regina’s curiosity wouldn’t allow her to simply walk away. she ordered her guards to stay, and like trained dogs, they listened — even as she ventured in to the moors alone. the further she walked, the darker it got, and she soon found herself with fire burning in her palm, casting even more shadows. a shiver ran down her spine, her breath caught in her throat and the queen’s eyes narrowed as she turned. 

                              ❝ WHO’S THERE ??                                                        SHOW YOURSELF !! ❞

[tinkeredwings]

malignitas--mali​

          * ; She is definitely far from home.

But H O M E . . . home is no longer a place she belongs to; not somewhere she can call her own. Home has so long been STRIPPED from her and tossed into an unreachable abyss that she can hardly remember it any more. What is home?           IT DOES NOT EXIST . . . 

Striding through the dark bushes of the Moors had not been an easy task for a woman of her small stature; it was more overgrown than ever before, absent of all light and full of dark creatures that stared and leered without attacking . . . creatures that would devour her whole if the forest did not first. But Tinkerbell had come too far to let herself fall here; she was above her fear -- and if she were to die, well, what would she have to really have to lose; a woman without a home; a fairy without her wings . . . ? 

And then, she remembered why she had come.

Trudging through the thick brushes, she could not help but to sigh in frustration and, for a moment, thought of how much easier this would be with her w i n g s . . . but no, no. Her mind would not go there. Not yet --

          A SOUND.

She stopped; frowning. Eyes darting around, she reached, slowly, toward the silver dagger against her thigh. 

                    " Who's there? "

When she received no answer, she continued, less tentatively this time. 

                    " I know you're there; I can sense you.                       Come out and face me. "

[sciiissors]

[ malignitas—mali is  t r e s p a s s i n g . ]

      The gentle snap! of a rotting twig beneath leather-clad feet would have revealed the creature's presence had the metallic whispering of his elongated, serrated digits not already unveiled him in the shadows he cowered within.      Whilst the glimmer of moonlight from the break of trees within the moors brought his blades to wink, Edward found himself growing very still, as though fear gripped him by the buckles of his attire; though it was certainly not in reaction to this other.      Clenching his jaw tightly to the remainder of his skull, doe-like eyes grew ample; though timid silence would remain without falter.                                                                 M a g n i f i c e n t . . .