#c: mal

[valeriixchen]

💬 + mal

"The chokehold Mal has on the Wexley is pretty impressive. Half the building is terrified of them and the other half are trying to get into her pants." Valerii was in the latter category. "I think they're a teddy bear." But Val wasn't about to go and say that to Mal's face. "Well. A teddy bear that bites and has claws." The more she thought of it the more she realized maybe what she meant to say was bear cub, not teddy bear.

@postapocalypsemalone

[ofgrimhilde]

@poetsprophecy asked: ❝ You're gonna rattle the stars.❞

❝ M....❞ She began, blinking her long, blue lashes at her friend. ❝ What are you talking about? 'Rattle the stars'? What does that even mean? ❞ She was quite confused by her friend's words. Mal wasn't one to talk in riddles before.

[romanxdrake]

[WOUND]

[WOUND]: after the receiver has been wounded, the sender tries to keep them calm and conscious by cupping their face in their hands and talking to them to keep them focused.

under any other circumstances roman wouldn't fight against the muscled arms that were attempting to hold him down. mal may have a rough exterior but their history as caretaker of the wexley had proven her to be competent and trustworthy. no doubt she was doing her best to keep the bleeding wound on his chest from killing him but roman was far too preoccupied with looking for charlie. wild eyes searched the room but found no sign of her. mal was speaking to him but nothing was getting through and he rose a hand to wave her away. his head was suddenly turned to face mal's, hands holding him gently but with enough force to know she was serious. his eyes had no choice but to meet her own. roman began to plead for them to understand that he had to find charlie, but he was quickly cut off. mal spoke blunty and warned roman that if he kept fighting he would bleed to death and it wouldn't matter if they found charlie or not. he searched his mind for excuses or ways to bargain his way out of this but in the end roman decided to accept her words and settle back into the cold grown he was propped up on. he gave a weak laugh. "you're gonna feel like a real jackass if i die anyway after that speech."

[ella-cooper]

"I was going to start teasing you about how much you're smiling at your phone but I literally just bought gifts for the kids of my new lady friend," Ella admitted as they finished up their lunch. Since their conversation with Emiri, Maeve's hospital time and Chase running off to handle whatever mystery business he had going on - Ella knew they needed a change. The more they stayed locked up in their apartment, the more of a coward they felt like. They needed to do something more than just sit around, so they were trying to actively come up with a better plan. One that included paying a lot more attention at work. "Anyway, you been alright? Sorry I've been a fucking hermit. Life just got real fucking bonkers real fucking fast." @malcohen

[lovxrslane]

@postapocalypsemalone Dec. 15th // Wexley Interior

Lane appeared at the caregiver's side, relieved to have finally tracked Mal down after urgently searching half the building while trying to seem as it everything was totally fine and dandy and that they had not just discovered a very aggressively leaking pipe in an empty apartment on the 4th floor.

"So news. Bad news, yeah, uh not great." Their words spilled in a mess of concern, unsure how to fix this problem. Lane didn't like encountering problems they didn't know how to fix. It was out of the ordinary. Made them feel like what little control they usually had over their life had slipped right through their fingers. "A pipe burst on the 4th floor and it's already flooded the bathroom bad. Looks like it might reach the apartment under it soon." If it hadn't already.

She stared at Mal expectantly. "Um, how do we fix this? Quickly and discreetly, yeah?" Best to keep this on the DL.

[void-botanist]

Six-sentence serendipity

I was tagged by @sarahlizziewrites and I thought it would be much longer until I could post six new sentences (I don't think that's a requirement, but it's fun to do it), but I had an idea for Nicea. After finding out Cady is alive, Isabel has to explain to the local pub owner why she suddenly isn't going to meet the terms of their music performance agreement.

“You know Declan’s husband, Cady?” “I know of him,” Mal said. “I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting him.” “Well, he supposedly died ten years ago.” Mal treated her to half a scowl. “Maybe you should have led with that.”

Tagging @kahvilahuhut, @sunset-a-story, and @vacantgodling (as always, no pressure)!

[kenchann]

some recent twst doodles

[silvcrignis]

“Claude “Steal Your Bitch” Frollo.” -Maleaka Bertha Faire

[romanxdrake]

He is utterly lost in their intentions, narrowing his good eye with suspicion when Mal reaches out to touch him. It's not gentle. But there's no hint of malice in her eyes so despite the building tension he forces his body to remain and moments later she's wrapped toned arms around him in a sudden gesture of... gratitude?

Roman feels dumbstruck but manages to lift his non tender hand and squeeze Mal's forearm in silent acceptance of their offering. He likes to think if his brain wasn't dulled by the pain of a concussion and if his body was running on more than fumes it wouldn't have taken him quite as long to realize what this was about. --But he knows that he'd be just as lost.

It's not until he picks Birdie's name from Mal's words that he understands.

At first he's annoyed with their words. As if he'd needed motivation to go after Birdie other than the fact that she was his sister. Maybe he doesn't hide this initial irritation in his expression but after a moment it's gone, replaced by a slight nod.

How could he except Mal to know his bond with Birdie? It wasn't something they talked about--even between themselves. Speaking their past aloud wasn't something Birdie had ever been interested in.

He gaze slips behind Mal and he looks either way down the empty hall before stepping back to beckon her inside, closing the door behind them. Roman throws himself back in the chair he'd been sitting in and looks almost like a petulant child.

"My hearings gone. It's not coming back." Explaining why he'd taken to hiding in this room and avoiding just about everyone he could right now. "And.. if we had the tech to do a MRI it probably wouldn't look good."

Mal loved two of the most important people in Roman's life. He was hoping she'd understand why he'd confessed this to her and not them.

She hates this weird sick feeling in her stomach, the ball of nerves that keeps rolling over and over and over in the centre of her being. Mal's teeth worry their bottom look as they take in Roman's face, the clear injuries painting a picture of the shit he must've gone through. "No," they say, their voice surprisingly firm, and, looking his face over once more, lifts their hand gently to tip his chin up a bit more. They feel their head shake slightly. "Fucking fool."

And with that, Mal steps close into his personal space and wraps both arms around him, face buried in his neck in a show of out of character affection to anyone not within their close inner circle, of which Roman hadn't belonged over the years. Despite his association with those who were. And perhaps... now, because of that.

When she steps back again, even more awkward than before she'd stepped in, Mal rubs the back of her neck. Everything in her body, in her mind, is fighting against the show of vulnerability, the expression of affection, but a small part of her is ruthlessly kicking the rest of her to spit out everything, embarrassment be damned.

"Thank you for bringing Birdie back to me. I won't forget it. I owe you more than I can ever repay you." Despite her words, Mal can't look Roman in the eye, and when words aren't spilling out of her mouth at breakneck speed, her teeth are chewing on her bottom lip again. And then almost like an iron gate falling into place, all nervousness disappears from their body language and their eyes meet, a determination in their eyes that's much more recognisable for them. "If there's anything you need, I want to know."

[mugwot]

someone

[piassportjacke]

Pias Jacken

[valeriixchen]

👥 + mal!!!

Mal is probably the only reason Val decided to start physical therapy--or as close as she can get to it--and work on adjusting to life minus a limb. Something about watching Mal fight tooth and nail for their own recovery made the whole thing feel less... lonely. Their injuries weren't the same and their path to recovery wouldn't be either but it was as close to kinship as Val was going to find.

Sometimes Val lets her mind wander. Her wandering mind may or may not have fantasized about the typical 'repair person comes to fix something but housewife has no money to pay them' scenario. This may or may not have resulted in a fit of laughter at the idea of a deadpan Mal ripping the freshly fixed pipes from her wall when unable to pay for them.

Mal is the only person in the building--possibly the only person in the whole of New York--that Val would let touch her prize 1959 cherry red Cadillac. Fixing that beauty up was a hobby and one that Val didn't often have time for. She'd sometimes defer to Mal when it came to replacing parts or diagnosing an issue that she just couldn't devote the time to learning how to do herself.

After a particularly bad shift (the ones where the bad guys walk are always hard) Valerii passed Mal bringing their bike into the garage. Val asked to go for a ride, the need to clear her head obvious on her face. She refused the helmet. Her hair whipping in the wind, eyes closed, grip loose on Mal's waist as Valerii tempted fate--well that felt as close to Heaven as she'd been for a long time.

@postapocalypsemalone

[ella-cooper]

"Told you we needed a better stretch. One wrong move and my leg might pop off like a Barbie doll," they teased but they weren't actually that sore. "But hey, now you got time to practice. Who needs a motorcycle when you have skates, yanno? It's a different kind of workout." They paused to slide their skates off and set them by his door. "Wow you're really selling this lunch to me. Yeah let's make some almost expired sandwiches," they teased and followed him inside. "Just please tell me you have some decent bread."

where: outside malcolm's apartment who: @ella-cooper & malcolm cohen

"Holy fuck, my shins are killing me." Malcolm groaned as he slowed to a stop on his roller skates, bending over to sit himself on the curb. "I'm seriously so out of practice. You wanna know the last time I put these shits on? Literally, like, seven or eight years ago back when I was living in Boston." Before prison, that is. "I'm the best shape of my life and riding a few miles down the road fucking winds me. Make it make sense." He shook his head, beginning to unlace his skates. "Anyway, you hungry? I got a shit ton of sandwich stuff in my fridge. Most of it expires tomorrow so, uh, I'm really lookin' to use it before I gotta toss it."

[jangmi-latte]

he's so princely he's stuck with that medieval painting pose since the renaissance era

[ella-cooper]

"Oh thank god it's you and not someone who's known me since I was five and is gonna tell me cigarettes kill you," Ella laughed as they saw Mal stepping outside, patting the spot next to them so he could take a seat. "Thought I'd take a break before the Katy Perry sing along starts. Food was actually pretty fucking delicious so I'll give them that. Better than any free chicken dinner I've had before. But check you out, I'm feeling these shoes rico suave, what poor alligator did you capture with your bare hands to get those? I mean, talk about classy." @malcohen

[greenapplebling]

Continuing with the rambling over the descendants x twst AU I talked about in this post (more specifically in the tags)

Evie and Carlos have the easiest time bonding with Vil and Professor Crewel. With Crewel, everyone finds the way he talks to his students weird but it was really easy to clock him as Cruella's reincarnation. As a teacher, it's easier to go to him with the excuse of asking for advice and help without feeling out of place, so definitely more approachable

With Vil, it kinda depends if Evie is sorted in Pomefiore (which I'm going with lol), if she is then Vil as the Housewarden of Pomefiore automatically becomes more approachable to her. I feel like they'll clash a little when it comes to tastes in fashion but Evie is eager to learn everything she can from Vil, about skin & hair care, makeup, hairstyling, etc, etc... Vil will also teach her about Magical Potions and maybe they'll create the deadliest poison together (and the cure, per Evie's request)