#maligns

[fodlansbestmom]

Sothis hummed as fingertips grazed over sculpted features. She leaned in and moved opposite her fingers, to kiss at Sylvain’s skin. She’s purposefully avoiding his mouth, as if to tease. No words given as she enjoyed the silence between, her small frame flush to his.

@maligns

[shroudedheart]

U LOGGING IN HERE TO ASK 'WHATS POPPING' IS THE BIGGEST TEASE OF THE CENTURY (ROSE)

😏 You’re welcome

[failnaughtt]

for @maligns's Sylvain

It's been two years since he asks about Sylvain's opinions. He's learned that if he does, he most likely wouldn't like the answer. Once upon a time Sylvain knows how to present himself how the room wanted him to be, and although Claude hated to, he can't deny himself the admission that that had been why Sylvain moves through social circles the way water moves through stone: by finding a nice gap and filling it so naturally that no one thought to look twice. It's a nice camouflage, almost impressive, except that Claude would have thought that he'd spare a bit more sympathy for the well-being of his friends. Who can stay friends for ten years if you don't at least have something in common?

He wonders, quietly, whether Sylvain is really alright with it: his friends hating him, the way they looked at him like they're ready to cut him down if he weren't the King of Faerghus. Claude can't really judge Felix and Ingrid at all, seeing how the same thought had crossed him more than once. He couldn't really make out why, but whenever he sees Sylvain entering through the door - like now - he feels his grips tightens and his muscles tensed. If Sylvain wasn't the King of Faerghus because the Royal line of Blaiddyd ended with Dimitri, he would have...

"So," he waves a hand, "you're finally happy to see me. I thought your guards were going to leave me out here to freeze." Faerghus' climate wasn't exactly his favourite. He'd told Dimitri once how this weather would have killed Faerghus quicker than any of Edelgard's wars if he didn't do anything about it. Armies weren't exactly the most important thing in a war, he thinks. Provisions are. Dimitri always needed it spelled out to him even though he welcomes suggestions at any given time of the day. Sylvain never needed a reminder to come to the same conclusion, and yet he rarely ever says a thing. He rather watch and see how things go.

"As promised, I come as my own emissary. A stable supply of crops and poultry for the next fifty years." It's a generous offer and a lofty promise that would outlast them by a generation at least. Naturally, he wants something back in return. He's knows it might make Sylvain uncomfortable. He stares at Sylvain and the crown on his head that would have once belonged to Dimitri.

"I'll be straightforward," he says, "I want Areadbhar."

[ch4ined-archived]

plotted with @maligns .

The halls have grown quieter as night falls in the village. Jin’s events were over, but he would stay for the closing ceremonies later that week. He would go home a champion, the dark horse in an historic upset against the favoured skaters from Russia and Japan.

Yet his problems from home still followed him, even in what should have been the greatest days of his life. He catches glimpses from a familiar face with an unpleasant expression. Whatever problems Troy Barrett had with him had clearly not been left on home soil. They had been packed like luggage and flown abroad, now aired out in the lodging hallway as the Canadians pass each other. Weeks had turned to months, and what was once a strange irritation became a blood boiling insult. Training leading up to the games had been sullied by dirty looks and death glares, and not even competing on the same team seemed to alleviate Barrett’s one sided animosity for the figure skater.

Jin huffed. He’d had enough of turning the other cheek.

He wears his gold medal status like a shield as he turns on his heel. If Barrett or his shit-stirring friends want to start something, they could explain it to the Olympic committee and the Canadian public.

“What the hell is your problem with me, Barrett? You’re always fucking glaring at me, have been for weeks. Or is that just because of the CTE from getting your head raked against the boards every other game because you suck as a forward?”

[barrenstarsarch]

curious eyes observe @maligns as he plays with the white ball of fluff known as bonbon; her ever so adorable feline familiar who often likes wandering too far away and making roselle stroll aimlessly into the night to find her. it wasn't uncommon to stumble across strangers, but crossing paths with a being like this was a new one for her. " a demon who likes cats? what a curious creature you are... "

starter call!

[duskichor]

@maligns sent : im just saying, murder is an option. -- mephisto.

perhaps years ago, she would have been inclined to bare fangs, mindless and naive as she had been in trusting those who simply seen lives as pawns on a chess board. yet, that was then, and antigone was no longer that girl, desperate to bow to her family's whims like some some obedient dog seeking praise, or a treat. perhaps it wasn't so long ago to many, but tragedies had a way of feeling like they stretched on for eons -- reliving them time, and time yet again. many nights she had fallen asleep, knowing no peace as she would see her mother's grin in her nightmares, lips peeled into a knowing, cruel sneer for what she was doing to her daughters .. knowing that she had antigone in particular on a tight leash.

" tell me .. do i appear to be some mindless beast salivating for violence and blood ? " crimson gaze barely lifts, narrowed at her company. unamused at the thought of simply murdering on a whim, of all things. " is that what you see ? " her nose wrinkles in disgust. she's not against violence where necessary, but only where necessary. she had made enough enemies in the short time she had walked this earth, and she knew just as many would have her head if they could.

✧ | 200 random dialogue prompts ﹆ accepting .

[gohjuo-a]

taken from x

a cheeky smile dances on his lips since gojo is aware that him & nanami know the true horrors of jujutsu society. they were raised in this system, with bright eyes & the youth in their faces until it was ripped away from them. in place of that is gojo's mask, the one thing he relies on his strength & the strength itself to be the titular most powerful. gojo has to be built like an impregnable fortress, he has no time for openings or else someone could launch their own counterattack. as for the other one, gojo sees the tiredness that hides in the lines of his face. his fingers reach over to his blindfold, taking the time to slip it off his countenance. ❛uhuh. nanamin, i never said it's a bad thing to be honest. some people need that.❜

he waves his hand dismissively now. ❛i think i could be a perfectly good liar. but that aside, you couldn't stay away from me, huh? ❜ there's a hint of a playful tone in his voice, for the most part people discount him as someone who doesn't take things seriously. that could be true for most things, but not all.

@maligns for nanami !