#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."

[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. "

[dis--parity]

『🔧』 "Uhh... at- at least you knew my major? I- I can offer you a consolation prize for-"

"Never mind! Here's someone who actually loves me! See- why can't you be more like Sebastian? He's so detail-oriented!" "Even if it gives me the creeps sometimes..."

[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.

[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? “

[zorkaya-moved]

❛ I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. ❜ [ from winter! ]

@maledictus-maleficus

Calling Winter out of all spirits 'cute' is not a fitting word to choose for him, but she still wishes to use it in this very moment. Selfish and unpredictable, it is true, but so what? Her eyes do not see anything wrong with it. In this life, they all live and exist once. Well, maybe not him. And maybe he'll find someone else when her own life ends, but right now? She wants to relish in this embrace of winter, so dear and so close to her. After all, only winter accepted her touch and always remained so welcoming to her (ice and frost run through her veins, she withstands the coldest touches and doesn't sense their biting sensations).

Her smile is calm but sincere in its delivery as she looks at him, not caring in hiding away her lack of reaction to his words. They are expected. They are predictable. This is how he'd describe himself and she doesn't mind it at all. There is only thing that she does care about and that would be his affections for her, his choice in keeping her at his side, and him continuously being here. Possession and obsession are her love languages, a love that is drenched in blood and massacres but one that is so raw and real.

"I know," she responds, head's tilted to the side. "And? I want you nonetheless. Your selfish, your greed, your unpredictable nature. I will continue to want to belong with you," Zarina straightens up and steps forward, opening her arms as if inviting him into her embrace. "I never asked for anything less in you but yourself. So come to me, embrace me." Yearn for her, want her, desire her just like she desires him. But right now, she wants a genuine embrace. The closeness, she only wishes to feel his arms wrapped around her. It's been so lonely.

[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.

[miraruinada]

"..."

"The crown."

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

[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?"

[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

[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. ”

[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!!

[zorkaya-moved]

“ if you kiss me, we’re not getting out of bed today… “ [ from winter ]

@maledictus-maleficus

Lazing around in bed was a delightful change of scenery. All business was taken care of, but that didn’t mean that she wanted to just lay there and do nothing… especially when she could fill her free time with Ayden by her side. Golden eyes study her beloved with unhidden adoration as she snuggles closer to him. It felt nice to have his arms around her, it always felt secure and safe. She looked forward to his visits whenever they were both free. 

If she were honest, her lips pressed against his neck was a pure accident. This time, it was. The soft groan coming from the spirit got piqued her interest, but what got her even more intrigued was what he said next. If she kissed him then they wouldn’t be getting out of bed. Oh, he was threatening her with a good time. As always. 

Zarina chuckled softly at his words, pushing herself just a bit away from him. Enough to get a good look at his gorgeous and handsome face. Ah, he was so lucky to have this prettiness used against her. Both face and voice, if she were honest. He so easily could have her wrapped around his finger and she wouldn’t mind. If it meant being his and him being hers, she didn’t mind that at all. Not like he took away her freedom, not that she’d allow that to happen. But right now? Zarina could only give him a thoughtful look as if she was balancing out the cons and pros of her next moves. 

Though, did he really need to tell her that, or was it just a gentlemanly attempt to remind her that he, too, was just as eager as she always was? It was sweet. It really was sweet of him to tell her that. As if he expected her to step away, as if he expected her to fear those words as if he expected her to not want to be with him the whole day. It didn’t matter how they’d spend it, if she were honest. They could just cuddle, they could make out, they could have sex, or they could just sleep it off. Whatever the mood would be, Ayden’s presence would be her prize and her wish for this day. 

“I’ll take my chances,” she chuckles, her voice still laced with that slumber from before. They haven’t spoken much since they’ve been lazing around. Even if they even got up once, washed up from the night before and even got some breakfast before just going back to bed. New sheets, new morning, new week. Well, not that she minded changing those sheets again if it will be needed. “It’s rare I get to have you all to myself during the daylight, Winter,” Sokolova whispers before capturing his lips. His true name slips off her tongue so beautifully, spoken with love and adoration.