#ask mal

[maldito-arbol]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)

Hii hi thank you for the ask!!

Five things that make me happy in no particular order, can I answerr this without getting rambly, hMM!

1. Long walks outside

Huge fan of walking. If I could walk all day long, I would. Unfortunately, sciatica is a bitch. But those rare days where I have energy and time and the conditions are just right, ough, it really hits the spot. I love walking during the winter, when it’s too cold for the general public to want to be outside, so you get to be completely alone and socially isolated as you roam the quiet and peaceful streets blanketed with snow. Walking lets my mind fit its pieces comfortably back in place after they’ve been jumbled and strewn about all day. Walking gives me motivation to write—I do most of my writing while pacing madly around my house or around my backyard. I feel like I just think better when I do.

2. Cooking

So this is much more of a recent development. When I was a kid, my mother did teach me to cook, but I always hated it and dreaded every lesson. I thought I hated cooking as a whole, but I slowly learned over time that it wasn’t the cooking part, it was the being around my mother part. When I started cooking on my own, I discovered I had a budding passion for it. I always wanted to try new things and take a crack at new recipes. When me and my sisters bought ourselves a house, we were finally free, and I finally felt comfortable where I was at. I started cooking something new every week, and now I delight in finding recipes and getting groceries and cooking for half the evening with a drink in my hand. My sisters love my food, and so do my friends and other family. I feel like I’m really getting the hang of it. I mean it’s definitely going well if I get excited to eat my own food, right? I’m usually my own worst critic. But I’ve learned so much and I’ve improved so much I can’t help but look forward to cooking every time I do!

3. Art and Writing

Do I need to explain this one?

4. Kitties!!!

Guys look at my kitties!

5. Cartoons

I really really really like cartoons. Animation in general is so beautiful. Like I hate watching movies and shows with live actors for a lot of reasons (face blindness cough cough) so I’m basically allergic to anything that isn’t animated. Not complaining though, there is SO much to explore in the animation medium.

[phelldown]

*unmarked envelope containing these numbers*

13

16

29

13. whats youre comfort food?

mashed potatoes or just potatoes of any kind really

16. compliment the person who sent you this number

you are nice, just a little bit

29. morning, afternoon or night?

night! mornings are garbage and, lets be honest, are afternoons really a time

[proxylynn]

and i'll be sure you hear it a lot more often from me~

Mal: Don't wear it out now.

[la-maledizione]

1) what kind of interactions are you wanting to have on tumblr, if any?

2) what three words would you use to describe the "vibes" of your blog?

3) what part of the world do you call home?

hmm, I love little interactions in the inbox, like sending mutuals a little message to make sure they’re okay. But I’ve always wanted to have friends I could dm with

“cannibal manic episode” on account of someone accusing me of being a cannibal having a manic episode lol

i love this question so much!! probably any forest or mountain, it’s just so secluded, and when the trees are real dense no one can see me and it just feels so safe and cozy

thank you so much for sending these!! 💕

[egophiliac]

NEW BIRTHDAY THEME IS OUT!!!!!!!!!!!

BIRTHDAY SLUMBER PARTY, HERE WE COME

I think the theme is more loungewear than straight-up pajamas, but hey, I'm not complaining! (and -- look, we still have the groovies, I'm not giving up hope for animal kigurumi until I gotta)

[qrowscant]

When a house is both hungry and awake, every room becomes a mouth. 

(poem is “ash”, by tracy k. smith)

[certifries]

it watches

[ephemii]

Hi, Mal! I hope this won’t make you uncomfortable

I really love your magiccam series so much and I wanna ask you if I can do something like that with Mina too? And do you think Mina and Grace will be friends on magiccam?

Anyway, I’m looking for more of this series!/nf

what, like this? (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

🦐yuur_grace

❤️9.3k 🗨️357 🔄75

𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 We break bounds! Ever charming Mina and I had a nice picnic together with Ace and Deuce-- another to the collection of cradled faces ✨🤍

🐆 𝗿𝘂𝗴𝗴_𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗵𝗶𝟯𝟵𝟳 heh. nice. say, you got any leftovers or something?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 you're shameless 💀

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🐆𝗿𝘂𝗴𝗴_𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗵𝗶𝟯𝟵𝟳 @yuur_grace whatt can't blame a guy for tryin 🥺🥺🥺

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 NEVER use that emoji again 💀💀

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎.𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎🐆

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Ruh-roh Ruggie

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Oh btw if you don't confess ‎ ‎> ‎ ‎ ‎🦐 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ to her already then no cutlet ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ sandwiches for a month

🐆‎ ‎ <‎ ‎ ?????? DUDE WHAT

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ UR SO EVIL

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ,,,,, that's a JOKE right??

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 🤷🤷🤷‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎> ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎🦐

BASICALLY YESSS OFC PLEASE GO AHEAD!! THEY'D TOTALLY BE FRIENDS!!! I think they would both primarily get along from the fact that they're both girls in an all-boys college.... Aside from that (which has sadly not been able to be pictured in the drawing bc of the pose ;v;) they're both bowtie buddies!!! Great way to make acquaintances, I think X)

[maldito-arbol]

hey mal. read homestuck

I truly do not believe I will have the attention span for another five years

[phelldown]

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17

23

1. What song makes you feel better?

Uh idk. I guess “A good song never dies” by Saint Motel

17. Fairy lights or LED lights?

I guess fairy light unless neon lights count with LED? But only cuz neon lights have such pretty colors. Fairy lights are very nice and soft.

23. Favorite piece of clothing?

Sweatshirts, they are comfy and have pockets, big pockets.

[proxylynn]

hell no i wont forget you, cuz im your favorite dork and that will stick with me forever~

Mal: Daww. That was so sweet I nearly lost a tooth.

[ack-cough]

I eeby a neebied

[ginumo]

this is like. the third time im reposting these BUT I JUST KEEP ADDING MORE AND MORE THINGS

WITNESS MY COLLECTION BOY. I AM VERY NORMAL

[valictini]

Saw a couple reblogs on my Mal du Pays post and um… so, about that-

I feel like post-game Siffrin would NOT cope as well as they initially thought with the loss of their hat <3

(I imagine Mal du Pays to just be a reflection of Siffrin, so they’ll mirror any change Siffrin goes through… but they’re still Sif’s deepest insecurities, always ready to remind him why he sucks :D )

[qrowscant]

i wanted a machine guts sweater/shirt so here are some color tests

[bruisedboys]

drunk remus will forever be my kryptonite. like imagine him just rambling about everything and then he sees you and is like "ohmygodyouresopretty"

hannah oh em gee. drunk lovesick remus is my everything. I love u for this

summary: remus is drunk and whipped

gn!reader 0.5k words

You walk Remus to the bathroom partly because he’s so drunk he can barely walk in a straight line, and partly because you’re just as clingy as he is right now and you’re not even drunk.

Your arm is braced around his lower back as you lead him down the carpeted hallway. He’s rambling about all sorts of nonsense, and you can’t say you completely understand or even catch a single intelligible word. But it’s nice to listen to his voice. Even if it’s all slurred and sticky.

When you stop at the bathroom door, Remus is not paying attention where he’s going and tries to keep walking. You snag his wrist and pull him back.

“Remus,” you say, trying desperately not to laugh. “Bathroom’s back here, love.”

Remus staggers backwards into your side. His eyes zero in on the bathroom door and then he blinks. “Oh.”

You snort but cover it up with a fake cough. And anyway, Remus is too inebriated to hear you having a laugh at him. He twists the arm that you’ve got in your hand to grab your hand with his instead. Then he pushes the bathroom door open and tries to pull you with him.

“Remus, what are you doing?” You giggle, planting your feet firmly on the threshold and refusing to let him pull you any further.

Remus turns, a blunt, almost impatient look on his face. “I’m going to the bathroom, dove. What does it look like?”

You snort. This time you don’t even bother hiding it. “I’m not coming with you, Remus.”

Remus looks at you like you’re crazy. “What?”

You shake your head at him, very amused and very looking forward to teasing him for this for the rest of his life. “What, d’you want me to hold it?” You ask, incredulous. “I’m not coming.”

Remus pouts at you. “Baby,” he whines.

You hold your ground, even though he looks awfully cute when he’s pouting like that. “Baby,” you mock.

Remus scowls. “Fine then,” he says moodily. You know he’s not actually angry but he’s a damn good actor, even when drunk. He drops your hand and disappears into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

You don’t have to wait long for him to finish. A few minutes pass and then the door opens and Remus appears again. Looking far less sullen, like he’s forgotten all about your refusal to join him in the bathroom.

“Hi,” you say, grinning.

Remus stands there with his hand on the doorknob and a halo of light around his head and blinks. Stares at you hard. Then blinks again.

“Spare me,” he murmurs.

You’re alarmed, to say the least. “What?” you giggle, “Remus, what are you talking about?”

“I swear you’ve gotten prettier since two minutes ago,” he says, and he sounds genuinely boggled. Flabbergasted. “How is that possible? Are you kidding me?”

He takes your face in his big hands and stares at you intensely. He pulls your face so close to his he could kiss you. Looks at you with big wide eyes and parted lips.

“You’re sick,” he says eventually, after a lifetime of his eyes travelling all over your face. “Why would you do this to me?”

You giggle. Your chest feels tight though you won’t tell him that. “I didn’t do anything, Remus.”

Remus huffs. “Sure you didn’t,” he says, all sarcasm. “You’re—“

You kiss him to shut him up. Purely to make him stop talking, of course, and not because his doting is making your face burn.

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