#maledictus maleficus

[lunarscaled]

"Two vengeful bitches who should not be talking to each other."

[rake-rake]

@maledictus-maleficus

“ The multiple failed assassination attempts against me have helped build both character and self esteem. ” [ Arturia to Merlin. Is she being sarcastic? God only knows. ]

Unhinged comedic relief.

"Have they."

The question seems rhetoric and less than enthusiastic, her focus on the end of her staff instead, wiping off blood with a wet rag and the patience of who'd done the same countless times before.

"I suggest you get used to them. Sleep with Caliburn under your blankets and a knife under your pillow if you must. Such is the way of the noble knight and his broad, exposed back. Trust no one, not soldiers, not knight, not mages, not yourself. Remember that, yes? I would earn quite the scold if you end up dead."

[zorkaya-moved]

maledictus-maleficus

winter vc counter argument. a real top knows when to let a lovely lady take control.

"So you are just letting me take control, Ayden...? I thought you liked it when I was on top..." She knows what he meant, but she also is in a playful mood.

[lured-into-wonderland]

Continued from [x] with @maledictus-maleficus

She was impressed by the bow. And how natural it seemed for him. She instantly offered him a proper curtsy. It was probably unnecessary, but it felt proper.

“Nice to meet you Ayden. I am Nunnally.�� – she smiled and looked at him after she was finished with the curtsy, and then let out a small giggle – “Not that I disagree with you on this matter, Ayden, but Christmas magic has some charm, doesn’t it? And…” – Nunnally paused looking around; a faint pink on her cheeks – “...and I think we would disappoint all the other guests that are awaiting us to honour the tradition if we were simply to part…” – she laughed again – “Not that pleasing the others should be our main focus.” – she pondered her next words before speaking – “But I think a friendly kiss would be a reasonable middle ground here. Yes, I am opting for a kiss. I’d rather not have the Christmas magic work against me, even if it does not exist.”

[duunswitch]

"Well, today's kind of unproductive because it's Midsummer and magic's unpredictable today. But tomorrow I have some work if you really want to watch?" Not that she can think of why anyone would want to.

And she does get free access to the fae-adjacent for all the study! Consented, of course. Because it'd be rude otherwise. "Do you want the spare room or the couch? Both are equally terrible, I'm afraid. The room at least comes with a real bed."

Maybe she could get started on studying his magic tonight? He hadn't seemed to have any issues earlier, and nothing had gone wonky so he probably didn't use magic the same way.

Which sparked a thought and had her perking right up.

"Do spirits have a king or queen?"

         How could he not like it? With the way he acted, even a much simpler name would have sufficed. But it was clear she had put thought and consideration into the choice, which made it all the more precious. He clears his throat.

          " Yes, that was all. I shall otherwise be satisfied to remain by my name granter and watch your work. I suppose for me it is rather convenient you wish for the same. "

[diivineray]

@maledictus-maleficus LIKED for a starter

                            𖤐🕯️₊‧⁺˖⋆ ―As her blood sugars plummeted suddenly, a result of exerting too much magic, she began to feel dazed and dizzy. ❛ I’m probably fine,❜ she mumbles, ❛ but I also might be dead.❜  

[inseparableduo]

Winter is going to pick Darla up and carry her off!

"Hu?!" Darla had been minding her own business, asking someone to twist the knife when they stabbed her again. When she was suddenly picked up. Her wound had already healed. She looks up at her true assailant and glared at him, instantly annoyed.

"Where are you taking me?" She snapped. He better give a good answer, or she is summoning her sword and cutting off his hands.

[dis--parity]

[ FEAR ]: [ for alex from sebastian. just because he feels like being a little mean. dw he probably won't actually hurt her. probably.. ]

Pinned to a Wall // Accepting!

『🔧』 Nobody could blame Alex for thinking she would be more prepared for being intimidated. The people she's loved and lost, the life she's survived through and left behind... all of it was characterised by overcoming fear, by triumphing over her own terror. In the hopeless void of loneliness, she took comfort in knowing someone who scared her as much as they scared everyone else; and in following their example, she used her own fear to break the vicious cycle of abuse.

She'd already paid the price for vanishing her fear. She never counted on it coming back. And yet, as though told in nightmares as a premonition, it returns all the same.

Fear finds her again as a sharply-dressed butler with an ungodly shine in his eyes. Anyone would find comfort in the fine silk of his gloves, if the hand that it adorned hadn't pressed her by the shoulder against the wall. She feels her heart leap into her throat when the slam of the opposing hand at the other side of her head rings out, keeping her there. Condemning her to the gaze of this... what was he?

That damned smile, creeping up onto his face, must have hid a set of fangs. It was just as sure as the fact that those eyes, sizing her up even now, hid intentions laced only with malice. And yet, as she feels like nothing more than prey, like a victim... her own brain decides to throw her a curveball.

She squirms as their eyes meet, her body cold with terror, yet... she doesn't even want to bring herself to look away. One free hand comes up, not to push him away - only to adjust his slightly-askew cravat. Logic and survival instinct abandon her as quickly as her optimism fled at the sight of him - and that's perhaps the only reason why the first words out of her mouth are...

"... hi. Hi there, uhm... what's your-... am I supposed to be turned on by this?"

[duunswitch]

She presses her hands over her face for a moment, squeaking. "N–no, that was fine. Good. Great!" She kind of wants him to do it again actually, if she's honest.

She has absolutely failed the "don't get too attached to the pretty and probably deadly fae-adjacent creature" challenge but it's fine.

"You should, um. Probably do it again though. For, uh. Science. Yeah. Gotta make sure it wasn't a fluke?"

        Her complaint is cut short as cold lips press against her own. The kiss is gentle and not too invasive--chaste, as to keeps things easy between them. He longed to remain like this for longer, but he was equally eager to see what expression she was making now. So, after precious seconds pass between them, he pulls away. But only just (so she could have much needed air). Orion caresses her face slowly as he remains only a hair’s length away.

       “ Is that what you wanted? Or were you hoping for something a little more intense? “

[offrozenmemoirs]

✧ how do they break the tension after a disagreement? Winter and Izumi

Ship Development || Accepting! @allthatisleftinthedark & @maledictus-maleficus

✧ how do they break the tension after a disagreement?

-I'd argue the two of them rarely have disagreements, but in the rare time the two of them disagree, both will likely disengage first, then come and clear the air later. Izumi can be a bit more stubborn on that part, but sometimes she does have a habit of acting as mature as she appears. Winter, for his part, is probably amused by her getting pouty and teases her about it, which makes her even more annoyed.

[azurescaled]

Actually, for sunday, Izumi's more than willing to be in a polyamarous relationship, and within pathfinder, they wind up dating Sophie Hatter ( @madamhatter) who finds them after they're separated from their husband, the Lord of Winter ( @maledictus-maleficus). They don't have a problem with sharing, but are perfectly willing to commit to one person if asked.

Granted, Izumi's already got a hard time truly dating because they're often throwing themselves into work, so they don't tend to go more than casual flings, and they've been in a committed relationship once which...ended on a less than stellar note.

[zorkaya-moved]

❛  hey … it’s okay now. you’re safe here.  ❜

@maledictus-maleficus

Her mind runs fifty thousand miles per second, her body aches and her head hurts. She must not lose control, but these moments are tough to bear. The memory of her mother’s passing, her peaceful smile and gratitude towards her eldest child and then the screams echoing in the chamber as she’d do her very best to destroy every part of her mother so there will be no return. The head and the heart, all must’ve been destroyed at the same time or it wouldn’t have worked.

The bodies of Natural Disasters were too tough, protecting itself with almost momentarily regeneration and healing when no accessories would be there. She thought it’d be easier, she thought it would be faster when the head would be destroyed, but it didn’t happen like that. Her mother would be back once again, crying and apologizing to her daughter for giving her and Victor the games of a Natural Disaster, she apologized to Oleg and Aleksey, too. The woman who was once so strong and powerful simply wished to die, but even that was such a hard achievement. Victor cried as did Zarina, they did not let anyone else be present there and Sokolova denied Ayden’s presence as well. 

But now? When he watches her struggle, it almost feels like she should’ve asked for help, but she did not. Neither did she regret not asking for help. What mattered was now as she would struggle with her mental distress taking a toll on her domineering and tough nature. The only cracks that have ever been made all came from family. The deaths of Aleksey and Oleg were not as tough as they were natural, they did not greet death in such a vicious and terrifying manner. It made her think: what’ll happen when Margarita eventually passes away and will Victor, too, ask her to do the same? It scared her and that fear made her choke on air, gasping and grasping onto Winter’s shirt as they laid together in their shared bed, her mutation hurting her from the inside as it tried to take over her body as if it’s finally been given the chance to take over the strongest mind at her weakest moment. 

Her arms have changed, turning into something inhumane and it seemed like the veins on her neck were looking akin to the frost covering the windows. The cold was overtaking her, it hurt. It felt like every single cell in her body was in agony, in this freezing and destructive agony. However, she fought and she concentrated on Ayden’s voice while clinging to his presence and to his voice. Breathe in, breathe out.Tears were running down her face, but immediately turning to cold mist upon falling off her cheeks. 

“It hurts…” She sobs out, trying to hold back the pain and the excruciating suffering. The mix of physical, emotional, and mental pain were all attacking her at the same time. However, Ayden’s touch and his words were helping her to calm down, finally find that anchor and reinstall her control. It’s been going on for the last forty or so minutes, not even cold sweat appearing as she was simply growing colder against her will, accessories shattered. The blood pumping in her veins, the cold taking over, the pain trying to eat her alive. Her mind fought and fought and fought, the screams of her mother were bringing the pain circle back, but now she was slowly taking control of it. Slowly but surely, she was finally returning back to her true self. The icy veins were disappearing, her arms were returning to their normal human look. Winter cannot kill anything that hurts her. He cannot do anything but be the pillar for her weakest moment. He cannot do anything but hold her close and let her hear his voice as the only light to run towards so the beast of her abilities didn’t take over her. “Winter… It hurts.”

Her soft sniffles would be the only heard now as she’d cry into his chest, wailing. Only his presence would soothe her pain and exhaustion. It’s possible that in a couple of moments she will simply pass out from all the pain she endured, but her body will not even let her have those dark circles under her eyes from how fastly it would bring it back to its “perfect” state now as her accessories were all taken off, shattered by the surge of power that couldn’t be contained.

[miraruinada]

"..."

"The crown."

" .. What then kills the man who is both knight and king? "

[azurescaled-archived]

"The kitten is getting a bit too pompous, isn't he?" The seamstress leans slightly against the primordial dragon, glancing between the gloating Ayden and stalwart Izumi. Her cheek nestles against the historian's shoulder, brows raising as she gestures to the blond with her eyes again. "Would it be silly to think you, in any way, collaborated with him to add photos of your son in there?"

"Come now...It is Father's day, let him have a bit of time to gloat. Besides...I do so enjoy seeing how active he is when it comes to love for his children."

Izumi gives a soft giggle, hiding her mouth behind her hand. Still, even if Ayden did have a bit of an ego sometimes...She liked how much love he held for his children.

"Plus...I helped make Seraph, of course I'm going to encourage photos of him. He may have his father's eyes, but he got his looks mostly from me."

@madamhatter @maledictus-maleficus

[madamhatter]

5 SONGS THAT ALWAYS INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE.

Rubik's Cube - Athlete

Once Upon Another Time - Sara Bareilles

Details in the Fabric - Jason Mraz

Red Face - Lucy Rose

Her Morning Elegance - Oren Lavie

tagged by: @fakepriest ( many muahs, anna!! ) tagging: @saymecw / @dichotomouskey / @litoredeem @miraruinada (lino) / @azurescaled (seraph or makoto) / @maledictus-maleficus (night) / AND YOU!!

[rake-rake]

"Haha, yeah. You've always been a right and proper one, haven't you? It's hard to believe you spawned from Uther's balls." he spits on the ground then, conveying exactly how he feels about that. The black spear spins idly in his hand.

"But see, as pleasant a man as my Master is, he leaves quite a bit to wish for on the war department. Not his thing, really. So I'm kind of calling the shots here instead. You know what that means, I trust? If I so wanted, I could face you right here and no one would stop me. And you, well... You don't have Rhongomyniad with you, do you, Saber?"

The insinuation is clear, the challenge. The unspoken <You only killed me because of the holy lance, and you don't have it now.> The <You are only alive because I haven't engaged you yet.>

"So! Why don't we chat for a bit instead? Depending on how that goes I might rip your throat off! But there are a few things I'd rather discuss before that!"

        Some things certainly remain unchanged. She can still smell the metallic tang of blood, hear the incessant buzzing of flies that swarm around death ... and that unnerving gaze, so powerful that could drive lesser men to the brink of madness—it all comes rushing back to her like a flood. Yes, she remembers it all as if it were yesterday. The form before her was indeed that of her Uncle. Britain's nightmare manifest.

        Her hand tightens around her invisible blade; her fingers tremble with anticipation, as if waiting for the moment metal would clash. Attempts at obfuscation would not work here. He knows exactly who she is, just as she knows him. Perhaps this too could be considered fate.

        “ There will be time enough for that later, I am sure. You should know I do not enjoy battle in the same way you do. ”