#malice rp

[runcnlove]

Independent, Semi-Selective, Multiship and Multiverse, Headcanon-Influenced and Canon Divergent multimuse feat.

Eliot Waugh, Margo Hanson, Quentin Coldwater, Alice Quinn, Fen, Arielle & Teddy Coldwater

from

SyFy's The Magicians

mainly set around S1, S2 & S3, for now

CHERISHED by Di / Spades

(c)

[runcnlove-temp]

Independent, Semi-Selective, Multiship and Multiverse, Headcanon-Influenced and Canon Divergent multimuse feat.

Eliot Waugh, Margo Hanson, Quentin Coldwater, Alice Queen, Fen Waugh, Arielle & Teddy Coldwater

from

SyFy's The Magicians

mainly set around S1 and S2, for now

CHERISHED by Di / Spades

'silk' promo template by @sibylsource , 'youtopia' coloring by @loviestudio

[karmashameleon]

Tomb of Roses.

Tomb of Roses is a free to use, five-page google doc template inspired by gothic churches and Malice Mizer's "Mayonaka Ni Kawashita Yakusoku", from which are the lyrics used.

It's mainly text oriented, with five pages for: introduction, personality, appearance, backstory, and a free space page which can be used as a continuation of the backstory, for the description of abilities, headcanons, etc.

As it contains a few drawings, it would not be mobile friendly.

Edit as you please! Just don't remove the credits and don't claim as your own.

[the-malice-quartet]

"And I took it too far! Now just look at these scars! Has the harm already been done?"

Welcome, welcome, to the Mochi Desires AU themed rp blog!

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Ground Rules:

This is Mochi Desires AU/Mochi Mayhem themed blog. It centers around things like Kitakami, Loyal Three, etc. Things like Blueberry Academy aren't gonna be mentioned here

The characters here are MEANT TO BE BAD PEOPLE. What they say is not reflective of what the mod thinks.

Mochi Desires AU ocs are allowed to interact!

NO GOD MODDING/MAGIC ANON! This includes things like solving all of the conflicts with minimum effort, snapping fingers and the paldea trio are no longer controlled, etc. If you're RP as an overpowered character (op as compared to the Malice trio and Malice Geeta, power wise) then for our sake have limits on what your character can do.

You're welcome to ask the Malice trio about their issues! Though they may not be the most open

Answers to asks can be drawn sometimes! The quality of the sketch does not reflect how I feel about the ask! I love every ask I get!

Characters Available for Asks:

Pechakeen/Malice Geeta

Malice Arven

Malice Nemona

Malice Penny

THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN MENTIONS OF TRIGGERING/UPSETTING TOPICS (abuse, neglect, possession, flower gore, manipulation, body horror). IF YOU GET UPSET BY THAT, PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT FOR YOUR OWN HEALTH!! THANK YOU!!

[tears-of-angels]

There will never be a time of which I won't envy those who got to go to a Malice Mizer concert before me!!! Especially during the time where Gackt and Khala sang

[firstclassattorney]

"...........Mama do you only have malice in your heart? What did the mines ever do to you?"

"The mines are horrible, Bertie. I'm not sure how you're asking me this."

[professorinblack]

[Heyo! In case you can't tell my muse isn't doing the best right now... Stares at him. Nudges him with my foot. In any case, I figure that this might be a decent time for me to send around some Musharna Malice!!! :D

So if you want some of his backstory, how about you send me a ⛈️ and the username of the account you wish me to send some Musharna Malice to, and a ⛅️ and the username of the account you want me to send some Musharna Mail to! (Can be sent via ask, reply, or even reblog if you want.)

Also as a warning, the Musharna Malice may contain themes and depictions of child abuse, violence, gang stuff, drug use/abuse and other unpleasant things.]

[wickedsrest-rp]

Malice

OPEN FOR APPLICATIONS SPECIES: Empath

You’ve always trusted in your abilities; they’ve gotten you far despite you blocking the full extent of the emotional chart. But one day you saw or felt something you’ve never encountered before: negativity. It could have been someone’s grief or the anger that flows in someone’s veins but all you know is you’d never felt it from other people. And that was by choice. Suddenly, people you thought liked you radiated contempt when they looked at you. Jealousy, rage, mild discomfort, all of it was being flung at you from the people who had never held anything but kindness in your presence. You don’t know if it’s because your powers are tired of being held back, they’re malfunctioning in awful ways, or something is influencing those emotions but you long for the happy little bubble you used to float around in. Maybe there’s something you can do to get that back, some way you can focus on the good again. Or maybe… just maybe, you’ll have to find a way to take back the control you’ve lost before you drown in the emotions you’ve worked so hard to keep away.

EXPLORE OTHER SKELETONS

[captainjamesfitzjamesofficial]

He's doing this on purpose. Confusing me. Being aggressive with me and violent with me only to switch tracks entirely and give me those platitudes of his, platitudes which I am starting to fear are actually honest, made with good intent, not just repeated hollow kindnesses. I wish he'd quit. I wish he'd stayed drunk. This clear-headedness is allowing him too much power to manipulate me. If you hate me, hate me as I hate you. Do not toy with me. You may not realize this, but I have a job that needs tending to which I actually do.

[starofthestarsofthestars]

Pelipper Malice!: A card, that looks like a large whiteboard on one side, although on the other side it has a gold logo on a black and white background that extends onto the border of the front side.

....

Get out, and take that thing with you. I don't want to see that card anywhere near me, or anyone for that matter. Leave me alone.

[the-historian-of-hisui]

Musharna Malice! You 'wake up' once again at the peak of Spear Pillar. However, instead of Akari joining with you, she's screaming at you. Yelling at you at how you could have been so selfish.

Cynthia shows up and joins in.

How could you have done this? Put the whole universe at stake? Did you want to be famous that bad? You've ruined everyone's lives. You've ruined the lives of people you haven't even met. Emmet appears. He's ashamed of you. Horrified by your actions. How could he have ever loved someone like you? Your own pokemon turn against you, abandoning you on the cold mountain. You are Alone. You will always. Be.

Alone. You wake up.

He wakes up, breathing heavy. Emmet is no longer beside him, and in his half-panicked state, thinks, 'Did he get sent back? Did Cynthia take him back?'

There's a tearing noise, and he looks down. White knuckled hands grip the sheets hard enough that the fabric has been rended down the middle, a sad metaphor for Volo's conundrum.

He knows he needs those plates and he needs to protect the others and he needs to get them back-

The door opens, and Volo catches his breath. But it's only Emmet, sleepy, hair tousled, returning from elsewhere in the house. He stares at Volo for a moment ("Why, Volo? Why did you go this far? Why would you hurt Akari, hurt *me*-" and they block out Emmet's pained scream from their mind).

"Do you need help with engine maintenance?" Emmet says at last, and it's so soft, so quiet, Volo can feel tears forming. "Why aren't you getting rest?"

He sits down on the bed beside them, and they put their head on his shoulder, hair falling from over their shoulder onto Emmet's. "Nightmares," they say.

"Again?" Emmet says, putting a hand on his knee and squeezing, gentle as always. "Will you tell me about it?"

"I-" And there it is - another secret to add to the pile. "I don't remember," he whispers, turning his head away.

He's met with the rough touch of Emmet's hand on his cheek and a kiss on his head, right where the bun sat the first time he tried to make an Arceus-inspired outfit. He starts crying for real, now.

Emmet wraps an arm around him and pulls him close, no questions asked, no answers needed. "Would you like me to let you sleep in in the morning, luxray?" he asks, and Volo nods.

Emmet moves to lay down next to the wall, tugging Volo down beside him. "Then let's go back to sleep, love," he says, eyes glowing like a nightlight in the darkness. Volo can't stop thinking about it, though - Emmet, Akari, Cynthia, even Percarus and the rest...

He turns, wrapping Emmet's arms around his waist. It's warm, and he closes his eyes, trying to ward off the unwanted thoughts.

He falls asleep again.

[the-malice-quartet]

“Don’t you think that insufferable egotistical Connor needs a reality check?” - Meta Knight

@the-mage-and-the-knight

//drops Malice Meta in the inbox lol

//for Pechakeen

"Oh, that one. You're welcome to try, though it's going to be nearly impossible with the fantasy I set up-"

"Oh, you don't mean reality literally. Pester him if you want!"

@toxic-chain-connor-and-connie

[wolf-look-at-chicken]

So, about those messenger pigeons…

What messenger pigeons?

The, uh— Pelipper, I believe they were called? They are allegedly able to traverse through the fabric of space and deliver mail of all sorts.

That kind of power could be dangerous.

You’re right. Let’s see what happens.

Wei Ying

[vicsmakes]

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[hisuianhellion]

The Bane of Your Existence

Content Warning: Severe Injury, Blood, Possible Death

This was the perfect situation for her to finally take the time to relax. Her eyes scanned the horizon for a moment, taking in the wind that lazily blew into the small cove nearby in the full moon's light, deep in the night as they were. It was something of a refreshment for her, considering the last time she had come here wasn't exactly a walk in the park. One warden, Palina had it in her head that coddling a young pup was honoring the memory of its parent, and while Rose didn't exactly have room to talk, you needed the strength to move on or you'd be stuck in the past. Which paired nicely with the slight issue she had with Iscan: the man could not work past his own fears to be able to do his duty as a warden. He had been appointed the task to oversee a Noble Pokemon, and yet here he stayed, unable to treat with a Pokemon he emphatically said was necessary to even feed Basculegion.

All of it culminated in the worst outcome for them both. Iscan had to face his fears head-on because another forced him into it rather than letting him work towards even a compromise to create the necessary food. And Palina nearly lost the heir to her Noble, watching helplessly as another did the work that wouldn't have even been necessary had she simply tried to ease her Pokemon into their role. Fear of moving forward hurt them both. They held onto that unhealthy attitude until Rose set them to rights. And she was back at it once more with Todd quietly pawing at the sand on the beach.

It wasn't all that chilly, the night clear and wind whistling by. It flowed more potently on the other side of the small, mountainous growth separating this cove from the rest of the Cobalt Coastlands, which allowed them the peacefulness of this quiet moment. Rose took a deep breath, exhaling slowly through her lips as her eyes closed, and with a light little whisper to catch her Zorua's attention, she motioned for him to approach her.

It took a sniff at the air for him to deduce the lack of a threat before he began trotting over quietly and easily, paws not even making a single sound on the sandy ground. Rose was just beyond the sand, a patch of grassier earth more comfortable to rest upon while she watched Todd gently amble over. He was honestly too cute to be as traumatized of humans as he seemed to be, and as he got closer, she let him sniff his hand.

Gently, she eased forward to begin rubbing a cheek, and blessedly she had gotten to at least that point. He knew what affection was, and he genuinely seemed to seek it out. He just... didn't seem to know if it was always going to happen on the approach. A soft stroke downwards helped get to the part he always seemed to enjoy the most, and with a light shift, her second hand joined in. Right along his chin and "scarf", a smile crossing her lips. "... You deserve so much better, Todd."

His eyes shifted up towards her, and her grip adjusted gradually to let him take a seat, gently chirping at her. Despite most Alphas having stronger vocal chords and admittedly deeper voices thanks to their much larger bodies? Todd's was so soft. Yes, he growled in their initial encounter, a snarl of rather vicious strength lying deep within him, but... with her? He seemed to deliberately want to act smaller than he was. She almost expected him to try and look the part of a non-Alpha with use of his illusions, but he never showed any inclinations towards hiding himself.

To Rose? It was like the Zorua simply wanted to be seen. To be loved. To genuinely be himself and be accepted for that. There was too much about the past that seemed to traumatize him into only being defensive, but never aggressive. She couldn't help but relate to him in that way. She'd never lash out, but if cornered or forced into a fight... yeah. She knew how to defend herself, too.

A bean cake came out, helpfully given to her earlier, and she let the fox, which actually stood taller than even herself while she sat, eat without a problem. Light munches with the cooked beans having that much chewier texture. And while he ate calmly, she began digging into her pack. By the time he was licking his chops and giving his scarf a few licks for cleanliness' sake, she had pulled it out.

A shiny Zoroark mask.

Todd quietly sniffed at it in curiosity, promptly followed by a keen blink of surprise from him. His jaw was slightly open, and a light musing of excitement came up. It was obvious he recognized it, and to Rose? That light wag of his tail was enough to tell her that this idea was going to pay off. She smiled in response before softly petting along the tuft upon his head, and scooted away to stand herself up a bit more firmly. "Heh. I thought this'd be a good idea." She grinned a bit, hands on her hips with a smug smirk as Todd circled about her with audibly enticed chirruping. Foxes made the silliest sounds, and he was no different!

A slow inhale, and she looked down at the mask. The coloration was a bit different, the red tips of the white mane being replaced by a purple tint, but those eyes were the same across any depiction she had seen. Bright yellow. The mask lacked pupils, but... she couldn't deny that there could've been a spirit in this. So many others had been gifted these masks, and many seemed to have the times of their lives with them. A romp with their Pokemon by their side, a moment of peace to truly get to know their partners, even the time to simply release any and all of their inhibitions in a mad dash of escapism from the life of being a human. Would that these kinds of masks not just be for humans, huh? Then maybe those that never got the choice could have one.

She turned it around. She saw a black void within the eye sockets, golden fury within. She blinked a bit in shock.

There was nothing but the yellow upon the insides the moment her eyes opened once more. She turned the mask about a few more times, Todd's faint concern making her look back towards him in response. She had been holding the air in her chest, and that allowed her to take a few breaths, shaking her head as her tail flicked behind her. "I'm alright, I'm guh-... I'm good."

Todd didn't seem convinced, gently nudging at the back of her hand with his nose. Concern from him snapped her even more firmly into reality, and she softly pet along his head, gaining a light squeak from the fox. "Oh, now I know this is a good idea. That's my boy... you're a part of this family, and I want you to know that as clear as crystal, okay?" The Zorua's head tilted gently in response, and she snickered a bit, grasping the mask a bit more firmly.

A deep breath entered her lungs. A slow exhale escaped her lips. She lifted the mask, and placed it flush along her face. Cheek to cheek, placed firmly upon her forehead. Within a single second, it gripped. The pain was sharp, but short, clinging in a ring around her face. She felt it all in a single moment of time from Todd's perspective, but from hers, it was like time stopped.

Everything vanished from view. There was just her, in the form of a Hisuian Zoroark. Claws. Mane. Arched form, taller than her normal human form. She could see herself. She could feel the warmth that thick fur gave her. But there was a chill in her chest... she felt oddly hollow.

Two eyes stared her down in pitch darkness. Golden. Furious. Pupils within practically shaking with rage. She couldn't move under a gaze like that. She felt herself cowering like a pup, not even able to blink. Not able to withstand the pure... malice behind those eyes...

Another nudge. This time, to her arm proper. And when she finally blinked, the coast came into view once again. She didn't feel... safe. But she knew she was back in a reality she recognized. A peer downwards gave her just enough to confirm that, allowing her sight to fill with an expression she had been hoping for.

Todd. Right down beside her. His eyes were wide, but those pupils were transfixed on her. A sense of wonder emanating from him was contagiously felt by herself as she began looking down towards her own hands. Or rather... her own claws. She turned them about, taking in the fur surrounding the arms. A faint glow peaked through the darkness surrounding them in the moonlight above, and she looked down at Todd to give him a gentle pet.

He leaned right into it. His eyes closed, and he nuzzled with a desperation that this was real, and soon after, he felt her claws sliding along his scarf as well. Up through his tuft, along his cheeks, making sure he knew she was there. She was real. She was doing this for him. And that she was

a leech.

Her grip tightened a bit for just a second upon Todd's cheek, but she very quickly let go. His eyes peered up curiously, and she could sense the gratitude in him. Smart as he was, he recognized what had happened. He didn't seem to think she was a Zoroark, just that she was

a monster.

Rose staggered a bit. Her eyes were wide, and her body seemed to pull itself back, away from Todd almost fearfully. He mewled curiously, and while she felt she should have understood it, it only came across as a jumbled mess of sounds to her ears. The mane along her head fluttered, moving as if on its own, and she brought up a clawed paw to her face to try and brush it out of the way. She wasn't feeling that well, she wasn't some monster! This was her trying to give Todd the security he lacked! She was a human, she was a

Parasite.

What? That. That wasn't her thought. It used her voice. It pushed through her ears as if it came from her own vocal chords. Todd blinked softly, tilting his head as he attempted to bridge the gap once again. Involuntarily, Rose's clawed footpaws dragged along the ground. They scraped, yanking her body backwards and away from him.

Do not touch him, Parasite.

What?! Why?! Why not, he was

your prisoner, human. You keep him like a pet.

No! She freed him from that outcome, ask him yourself! There was nothing like that happening here!

Trading one captor for another. One with the gall to try and use me to trap him more effectively? I should almost applaud the hunter.

These. These words. They weren't her thoughts. They were the mask. They were the mask's thoughts! She gripped onto the sides of her face, grasping on with her claws to try and pry it off. This was wrong, she knew she had a bad feeling about this--

You should've listened to your gut.

Those claws began to glow, and with a rip forward, blood sprayed forth. It splattered onto the grass. Gashes along both cheeks, dribbling crimson down her chin and along her neck. It lightly settled onto the ground below her, and her voice couldn't even force out a scream. Her arms fell limp to her sides, and the raw fear upon her face only escalated when she noticed Todd.

He looked... peaceful. He looked down at the blood in front of her. He sniffed. And his eyes glanced up towards her, his expression painfully blank. Like this was something he expected. Something he wanted to see happen. His excitement was gone. He was simply watching. Waiting for what would follow.

Look at him. I told you. He is not yours. He is one of mine. And if you won't listen to your gut... I think you're better off without it.

There was a squelching sound that immediately followed. Her body felt a wave of coldness flare from the side. Her form leaned over the side she felt that sharp chill, and as she looked down at the point of injury... her claws had embedded themselves inside of her. All of them, as deeply as they could go. And with a wrench, they ripped backwards.

She collapsed in a heap. She tried to breathe. Air found no purchase. She tried to scream, to yell, to plead for Todd to help her. Her voice bubbled... but nothing but a gurgle escaped.

Sleep. Sleep forever. Sleep in the death I wasn't allowed to have a second time. It's a kindness you don't deserve, human.

It was cold.

It was so cold.

She could barely focus on anything.

Todd's face had all but disappeared. He was approaching slowly, head bobbing as if he was trying to sniff, but she couldn't make any features out. All she saw was encroaching darkness. It began to engulf Todd from her view. Taking more of him away from her sight. Taking more of everything away from her sight.

The pain was all but gone from her face and body. There was nothing but numbness flowing through her in rapid succession, and a red glint crept up from her cheek as the moonlight reflected upon the pool she laid within.

She just... she didn't want to hurt him... she just wanted him to be happy...

... that's all she wanted. A family. She just wanted a family...

Please... it was all she ever wanted... why weren't you responding, mask...? Please... p-please, she just wanted...

"... m-momma?"

Her body went limp.

[awesomeguy190]

^ someone sent me this while i was drawing in the library! My airpods werent that loud werent they?☹️ well its not like i care anyway why do i pretend lololol