#malice rp

[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.

[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."

[hisuianhellion]

The Bitter Truth

Content Warning: Foul Language, Violence, Gun Usage, Pokemon Death.

Onryō: A "vengeful spirit" of traditional Japanese beliefs, capable of causing harm to the living, killing those still alive and even being the cause of natural disasters and phenomena of their own volition. They believe they deserve vengeance for their time alive, and will stop at nearly nothing to address the wrongs, perceived or true, they suffered during life. Typically depicted as women, they wear traditional white burial garb across their bodies and show bitter, malicious resentment towards their victims.

Only through vehement apology and righting the wrongs done to the onryō during its days amongst the living can they be appeased and allowed to release their hold upon the land, and whatever offering is given must be directly tied to the spirit's rage. Should this fail, a priest or being of divine will shall be forced to cull the spirit.

But justice will never be served if such an ending to their spirituality is forced upon them.

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"... m-momma?"

Her eyes snapped open.

Rose let her lungs fill with much needed air, staring up at an inky blackness above her. The sharp inhale made her body tingle with feeling once more. Her hands grasped at nothing, but felt themselves to a reassuring degree. Her feet could feel the boots upon them, her chest pushing upwards against the loose, but well-fitted top to her uniform.

She nearly wanted to gulp at the air, the sensation that she hadn't breathed inwards once in her time under the Zoroark's vice grip upon her body clinging to her chest. She recognized where she was, her eyes wide and her body feeling much fuller. The hollowness was gone. The sensation of furious anger and a vicious desire for slaughter had left her. She was herself once more.

Gradually, she rolled onto her side, standing herself up. The same table. The same flame. It was here again, but held a bluish tint rather than the standard red from before. She was back with Truth once more, Reshiram's domain. And his flame was visibly untethered to a candle this time. His eyes settled upon the form his will represented, flickering notably in the void. Larger than before. More confidently... themself. She could feel his warmth. She could see his flame flicker towards her as she approached, blue eyes matching the hue of the fire.

They turned towards her curtly as she approached, and there was a soft hum of thought from Reshiram to signal their approval of her arrival.

It's well that you're aware enough to be here. I feared the worst when I saw the state you had been in.

"No. Nuh uh. That isn't how I go. I've got a family to get back to, and I'm not letting some vengeful cunt get in the way of that." Her voice was still ringing loud and clear even now, a sign of her convictions being true.

Despite the lack of sound, Rose could tell. The flame upon the table "laughed", eyes squinting shut for a moment until nodding.

That's what I expect from someone like you. I chose well. But there is sadly a bit of a problem.

Rose's eyes flashed slightly with a blue hue as she tilted her head in thought. Reshiram's protection was going to be necessary here, and as her hand went down to her left side... she sighed through her nose in response. It wasn't there in this realm, no. But she knew. She knew she had lost so much more than just a bit of blood. Had it not been for the Zoroark choosing to puppet her around, she would've died. How ironic, then, that it led to the Dragon of Truth's intervention being possible?

We aren't alone here.

A chill. And right before either could react, an impact.

Reshiram winced as the malicious force slammed into the domain they held, showing its form as a raging cloud of blood red mist, but Rose knew it was the only reason they weren't being consumed. The warmth that the flame projected was keeping the Zoroark at bay... but there was no sound. No screeching. No yelling. No laughter or taunting. A sign that they weren't attempting to communicate with their own true feelings. One that the dragon took note of. It collided with thin air, visibly splaying out before coming back up into a noxiously violent form once more.

Your lack of decorum notwithstanding, you will never get to Rose. You speak with your heart, or I smite you with my flames. There is no other outcome for you.

Silence reigned despite the rumble of the vile, crimson shroud of hatred slamming into the invisible barrier protecting them both, the sensation reaching Rose's body, not her ears. It barely looked like it had moved. It happened again, the cloud circling about to try and viciously strike behind. But nothing came close. Reshiram's power was unyielding. Unbendingly strong. She watched for a moment before she frowned visibly. "Or just ignore them. Ruin yourself. Destroy yourself just so fucking vehemently trying to tear me apart! Reshiram, I honestly don't think they're really wanting to talk!"

I am inclined to believe you.

A pulse of fire in a guttural bellowing. Deafening in its power, it flared outwards, pushing past Rose harmlessly. But the being just past them? Fruitlessly assaulting a being so much more powerful than them?

This screech was felt. "Heard."

It was a deep one. From the very core of the being's own soul. Rose visibly winced at it, her eyes widening a bit with a shudder. The cloud quivered once again, rippling in a way that looked close to someone shaking off the pain. Silently once more, they impacted the dome of protection that was unseen, but undeniable.

Another retaliation. Reshiram's roar. Their own potent flames, truth to burn away the lies that festered deeply within the souls of those that deny their creed. That find themselves opposed to their Chosen. And that same, visceral emanation pulsed out from the cloud.

It shrank. It clung to its form with visible unease. It backed away. Rose's eyes were losing focus under the raw pain she was being forced to listen to. But Reshiram had a duty.

You... vile--

A roar from a dragon. A scream from a spirit. A shout from a human.

"Reshiram, STOP!" Haggardly panting, Rose felt her body shuddering in pain. In a domain such as this, with her heart on display, what was emotional could very well become physical. And her body was quaking the further this assault went on. "It... they... thuh-this is too much... Stop, just stop, I can't..."

Silence reigned. The wailing continued for a small while as the human pulled their arms across their chest. She stared at the cloud. Her eyes were horrified. Manic.

Rose, you cannot let their pain affect you. They did not allow yours to sway their own judgement. They killed you in their own eyes. They would've killed many more.

"That doesn't justify torture!"

Yet again, the eyes upon the flame peered at Rose with a measured level. They watched her unblinkingly. The human, meanwhile, couldn't help but stare directly up at the crimson mist, her heartbeat practically audible throughout the entire domain.

... It was not my intention. One should've been enough to dismiss them outright. I have grown weaker in my slumber. If you'd give me the time--

"They spoke." Her eyes were unblinking. "What did you say?"

V-... vile... monstrous parasite, you--

"Stop flinging the fucking insults!" Despite her empathy halting Reshiram's assault, that did not wipe the fury from her heart. She stepped forward, staying within her guardian's influence with their warmth at her back. "Start telling me what the absolute hell is wrong with you!!"

You! YOU ARE WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME! Spurred once more into striking, it came mere inches from Rose's face this time. And instead of backing off, its form began to wrap around towards the human's placement. Behind it... two, furiously glowing yellow eyes, pupils centered right upon Rose. The hatred was clear. As was an amount of desperation she wasn't expecting. I almost had it! I nearly had everything I needed! You just had to corrupt that child into hating me! Hating his own kind!

"I fed him. I housed him. I freed him and he came back."

Liar!!

"I can't lie here. You either speak the truth or don't speak at all."

Why can't I speak like you, then?!

"You aren't willing to face the truth right in front of your face."

The eyes focused on her for what felt like ages. Reshiram watched Rose from behind. Their unseen brow knit at her choice of words, and they seemed to lean back quietly to watch this play out instead of intervening. "... Who are you?"

Silence.

"Do you have a name?"

A deafening void of sound.

"What happened to you?"

Your kind happened to me.

"What did my kind do to you?"

Exile. Slaughter. Pursuit leading to even further pain.

"Show me." For the first time, the spirit blinked. Under Rose's unrelenting gaze, the spirit flinched out of an expectant outcome falling apart. "Show me what they did. Show me what would make you... wail like that. That was pain I hadn't heard before. Or even felt. I... I want to know what you went through. I need to know what makes someone as spiteful as you, because Todd doesn't deserve that. And I'm not putting him through it."

Reshiram gently thrummed, and with a small pull of Rose back, they looked to her quietly. However, their eyes silently went to watch the mist as the human took a seat to listen. And a nod promptly followed. The dragon would allow this. Though it took the spirit some time to even process what was being done... those eyes blinked once more, staring at Rose pointedly.

There, in the darkness of Reshiram's domain... a shadowy play began.

We lived within the forests. In burrows. In trees. Wherever we could find that would keep us from being found. Dens were hard to come by, and scrounging for food had become taxing. Especially in winter months. The cold was never something we handled well.

Trees flashed by for a moment before settling. A small Zorua's silhouette came into view, sniffing about. It silently grasped a berry in its jaws, dashing off through the trees to a small outcropping in a particularly large tree, scooted into a hollow by a much larger Zoroark. One that peered back with golden eyes, staring for a small while into the dead air before dipping into the hollow. The image faded.

We defended ourselves. Territorial disputes. Making sure our families would be able to eat for another day. Hunting for food where it was found... but we did not like confrontation. We did not like to expose ourselves. We hid. We shrouded ourselves. We tricked to take what we needed as quickly as possible. And the humans did not approve of our methods.

A flash of a Zorua running. Then another. A Zoroark coming into view, turning, and roaring with a flash of its golden gaze before a prompt backpedal and dash away. Soon after came dog Pokemon. Some sleek, some stocky. All dashing forward with clear intent as humans came rushing upwards. Pitchforks and torches were visibly in their hands. Another fade, and the spirit continued.

Humans are tenaciously cruel predators. Upon cornering us, they would burn out our dens, smoke choking us enough to run out into the jaws of their trained killers.

A flash of a fleeing Zorua being bitten right into by a dog Pokemon. The crack of its neck was not audible. But the limpness of its body did enough. Rose's entire back felt a chill run down its spine. Reshiram continued watching, unperturbed.

If we proved too much for their initial methods... they had others. Loud things. Things that killed either quickly or slowly. It didn't matter. If you were hit by them? You simply died. A ball of death, lodged into your body. You could only hope it would have mercy on you and act quickly.

The shadows shifted once more to show the humans. Humans holding muskets. Hunting rifles, the type that shot out heavy bullets. Rose's body quivered as the ball of iron slipped right into a Zoroark's back, it's blue eyes shooting wide. The Pokemon flopped forward and struggled to crawl away, dragging itself along the ground by its claws. Rose looked down for a few seconds, her breathing quickening, but her eyes shifted back up.

Years of this became our life. If you did not die to the humans, you died to their trained killers. If you did not die to their killers, you died to the hunger. We needed to flee. We needed a new life. But everywhere we went...

Another gunshot. Another Pokemon directed by a human. Another corpse thrown into a pit, filling further and further with death.

They were there. Parasites. Leeches on us all. Stealing everything... and killing us because we dared to try and survive by taking what we needed. So we fled. And fled. And fled... But it took us too long... the longer we ran, the colder it became. The harder it became to breathe. The harder it became to even move. We tried so hard to push ourselves to safety. Not even the humans came to places like these... but the reason became obvious.

Quietly, the crimson fog faded into showing a lone Zoroark standing. Golden eyes scanned, the dead of their kind littering the field. A barren waste. Whipping, misty snow everywhere the eye could see. Nothing but ice, stretching as far as the senses could reach. The Zoroark roared soundlessly.

It collapsed just as silently with no one left to mourn it.

Rose's body was quaking. She was struggling to watch. Her face scrunched, lip quivering for a moment as she knit her brow and nose to try and stay coherently able to focus. Because the Zoroark figure, after the deafening silence hung for what felt like ages... began to rise back up.

The wastes are no place for the living. No place for creatures that are not as icy as they are. But they could still be lived in with just enough determination to see it through. Though it be the bane of life itself... we could still persist in some perverted form. We could still hunt the creatures that lived to feed ourselves. We could still find the scarce tree lined with hardened berries. We could still... exist. But like before, perhaps even more pointedly in a barren wasteland like this? There could never be enough.

A shift. And tents were now visible on the horizon of the Zoroark's new domain.

Especially not when we realized our folly. Humans were monsters, capable of adapting to anything. Living anywhere, eating whatever they could find, training themselves and their killers further and further. But we did not strike first. We simply dug in. This was where we had ended up. This was where we would live. We would show them the spite they showed us. But all we wanted was to live!

Zoruas flashed by, shifting through illusions, scaring humans away with apparitions created through their wisps, playing together in the snow. Little wrestles, sharing meals. All under the watchful eye of one golden-gazed Zoroark.

Until an arrow struck nearby. And a second one cut into a Zorua's leg, pinning it. The Zoroark moved to free them. A third pierced right into its hand. The same one Rose's own had felt get crunched by a defensive Luxray. She felt her hand twinge in pain watching that. And her body was visibly shifting in discomfort.

Humans do not care. If we frighten them, we are to be expelled. If we contest them, we are to be pushed back. If we ever think to try and live our lives near them... it will be ours that fade first. I did not even get to watch my kind perish. I'm almost glad I hadn't. But I still can't deny that being put into that mask was something I wish I never wished for, however indirectly.

The final scene played out. The Zoroark, surrounded in darkness, holding one of its young in its arms. It wasn't moving. The Zoroark was inconsolable. And for the first time... it was heard. "Make it stop! I had to watch this happen twice, I'd give anything to just make this stop!"

That anything cost me everything. Someone was listening. And I got my wish. That mask on your face is all that's left of me now. It gave me ample time to think. To plan. To act when I finally had the chance. And you gave it to me so easily... but just like any other human, you--

"M'sorry...!" Rose was heaving her breaths. Her arm was up to her face, covering her eyes as she leaned back, panting out deeply. "I-I'm... I-I'm sorry...!"

... That means little and less coming from you.

Rose...?

"I..." She sniffled outwards, shaking her head as she lowered her arm. The clear-as-crystal grief on her face was apparent. "Wh-... h-how did you even... I'd never b-be able to..."

You... you wouldn't. You're right. Because I didn't. I couldn't handle the grief. The pain of losing my family not once... but twice. Stop that pathetic act.

... It is no act. Lies are not permitted in my domain.

Rose shook her head, coughing slightly before staring down in response. "... I-I would've done the same thing...! I. I almost just did! To protect my family, I just... I nearly had you destroyed." Her eyes went up. Golden ones met her own. "... who's to say I wouldn't have ended up just like you in the same circumstances?"

Silence. A yawning abyss of soundless silence followed. Not even Reshiram's own flickering flames created any tones.

"... what do you want, Zoroark?" The golden eyes blinked again. The pupils stared into Rose's own. They looked down quietly.

... I want my family back. But because that can't happen... I wanted to make sure any new family I had couldn't be hurt again.

"Let me help with that."

What?

"Why should you be killed a second time? Reshiram, seriously. Why should someone who's been through this much fucking pain be killed?"

A matter of trust and prior hatred.

"Trust needs to be built. I would do anything to protect my family. To protect Todd." She let her eyes, bloodshot above tear-stained cheeks, land firmly on the spirit's own. "Let me build it here. Because Todd deserves having one of his kind around. All of my Pokemon do. They may not trust you at first. You hurt me! You nearly killed me! But you bloody fucking DIDN'T. I'm still here! I'm still alive and kicking because I'm not done with my life yet! You intended to cause so much harm, but NO ONE should be judged based on things they never did from horrific thoughts born from that much pain!! There are people I want dead! But I never would! Because the people they're still loved by don't deserve that! And that goes for you, too, god FUCKING dammit!!"

She was on her feet. She had moved forward before either of the others could even react. And in her passionate march, she was right up, face to face with those golden eyes. The mist lapped at her cheeks. It pushed bangs of her hair slightly away from her eyes. And she was panting, her eyes billowing with tears again as her emotions boiled over.

"... I just wanted him to be safe... I just wanted to be safe... that's all I wanted..."

Reshiram blinked. The cloud shrank down to be closer to Rose's own eye level, beginning to take shape. Rose watched this happen, and after wiping at her eyes, she offered a hand. "... Me too, hun. It'll be easier with two of us. Three if we count Mutt... and I think I do."

The eyes peered down for a moment towards the offered hand. They looked up. Uncertainty. Fear. Hope.

Not a hint of malice left.

"... wh-what will you do to me?"

"I... I don't know. But I want it to be something you actually agree on, okay?" She rubbed at her eyes again with her free hand, keeping the other one extended. "We need to talk to each other. See what'll work. How you can actually... still be you. You should see Todd in a happier light. I want you to see my whole family. I want them to be your family, too."

The eyes stared at her for a long while. Seconds. Minutes. Days. Years. It felt like ages hung in this one moment, her unflinching resolve testing the spirit's own.

Silence.

Pure silence.

Rose felt something scrape along her hand. A claw. A real claw. It slid down from the top, testing the solidity of her form with gentle ease. Another claw hit the top of her palm, and it gripped on. Rose's eyes glanced down with a soft blink. Which allowed her to notice, right in front of her... black fur. With purple markings along the cheeks. Throughout the mane. Coating the claws. And those same golden eyes, now full of life again, upon a Zoroark's soul made manifest once more. It gripped onto her hand with its other paw, softly, as if afraid of hurting the person offering it, but just as afraid of it ever letting go.

The fox hit her knees as tears began flowing freely from her eyes, a wail of relief echoing out of her mouth as it drew breath once more.

[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.]

[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.

[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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[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

[malignant-chain]

Thinking about my nightmares/night terrors again. The Lunar Feather helps a lot, but obviously a few are going to slip through the cracks every now and then.

Most of them were about losing the championship. I felt like I lost everything on that court, and I guess my brain likes messing with me by making me remember that bullshit. That, and more recent events- My brain just likes to remind me of times where I feel like I hit rock bottom.

I have a lot about area zero too. I don't like talking about it much, because I genuinely felt like I wasn't going to make it out of there. I still have dreams of that stupid Iron Jugulis. I already know I fucked up going on there, yet I'm occasionally reminded.

I like thinking about the nightmares that feel like other people's memories more. Fucking upsetting, sure, but it's better than remembering my own.

[hanahaki-diseased-entity]

Ur mana sama pretty :)

I-

Thank you. But I would have to disagree. Something like me couldn't compare to Mana-sama.

[sincerexsiren]

“It reminded me of you.”- Val

Trinitys smile was bright as she took the package from the demon on her that had come to her doorstep. She had already hugged him and hugged him and pulled him inside to take off his coat and make himself at home.

"How sweet....you know you only have to bring me one offering dont you?" She teased, bringing it to the kitchen island. "What makes me deserve two?"

[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.

[cosmic-toffee]

✨Friends/RP Buddies Wanted✨

Hey you, yes you there!

Do you find yourself bored? Stuck with crippling creative block (or worse- inspiration without anyone to get excited with you)?

Well you’re in luck, this habitual lurker is coming out of her well to befriend(?) mankind 💖

I’m Allie and I’d love to find some likeminded friends to go feral chat and/or RP with :)

As for fandoms, video games (especially otome games) take up the biggest spot in my heart, but I’m still a total geek/weeb from way back (as for how far back, my age is on my blog, so no need for any guesswork :) ) if it’s fantasy, sci-fi or anime, I’m guaranteed to be interested in/know about/be obsessed with it- just ask! I’m also an OC addict and I like to come up with some original stories too!

If you’ve stuck with me for this long- thank you! I’ll list all the stuff I can talk or write about under the cut, so I hope you’ll take a look ☺️

❤️Fandoms❤️

(💖 - will RP)

Otome games

ask me about my husbandos

Code:Realize 💖

Piofiore (I love it, but I’m not confident in my knowledge of the 20’s)

Cafe Enchante 💖 (we can fix it, I promise)

Dairoku Agents of Sakuratani 💖 (I haven’t finished it, but the setting is awesome)

CollarxMalice

Radiant Tale 💖

Cupid Parasite 💖

There will be more (that’s both a threat and a promise😘)

Other games

Harvestella 💖 (it’s such an underrated gem!)

Rune Factory 💖 (I’ve played 4 and 5)

Monster Hunter Stories (I’ve played 1 and 2)

Pokemon (I play it A Lot)

My few no-go’s/things I personally don’t vibe with

Furry-style characters (not my vibe, that’s all)

Fetish stuff

Things I’m a-ok with but I’m happy to leave out if you’d like

Dark themes

Violence

Gore (a sprinkle of body horror too)

Sexual themes (I don’t tend to get too detailed, but I don’t mind it at all)

Profanity

Most importantly, I’m a fan of good ol’ happy endings! But if you’re not, I’m happy to challenge you to make me cry 😎

Thank you for reaching the end of my post! Ultimately, I’d just love to make some friends even just to chat and rant with- so feel free to message me :)

[the-drayster]

Mail delivery!

A chainsaw covered in red paint. (It looks like blood to the untrained eye)

Spooky prop

[xprojectrpg]

It begins: Behold a Pale Horse, now posting at X-Project.

Plot by Dex. Art by @walkstumbles