#maligns

[fodlansbestmom]

Sothis hummed as fingertips grazed over sculpted features. She leaned in and moved opposite her fingers, to kiss at Sylvain’s skin. She’s purposefully avoiding his mouth, as if to tease. No words given as she enjoyed the silence between, her small frame flush to his.

@maligns

[alealueur]

@maligns * ✲ 『 liked for a starter┊☓』 — ZELKOV

Although the circumstances that brought Zelkov into their ranks wasn't the best memory for him, Alear could still appreciate the reassurance his presence brought as they regained their strength. While they had lost a majority of the rings, it was best to keep looking forward as they gathered the ones that hadn't been claimed by the Four Hounds or Sombron's daughter (the girl he had once thought was a friend).

Part of looking forward seemed to take form in the act of getting to know his new recruits, and the manakete had gotten the chance to see the dark-haired thief's secret place that held a vast collection of trinkets, books, and contraptions that helped him kill time, as he said in his accented form of speaking. It was no secret that Alear had found the place awe-inspiring. There was different things to occupy time, and he had found himself drawn to one of the books he had caught sight of within that collection.

Zelkov had mentioned a book he had penned himself about culinary delights. Although such a topic was mundane and hardly useful outside of sneakily attempting to cook in the Somniel's kitchen, knowing that a new ally of his had written these recipes made Alear think that maybe he could learn a bit more about him.

Except said book author decided to catch him right as he grabbed the book from the shelf to begin reading.

❝ Hello, Zelkov, ❞ Alear greeted him, barely holding back a stammer from the unexpected showing. His eyes widened in surprise as he turned to face the other man, and he intuitively hid the book behind him as if he was caught doing something he shouldn't have. Sure, Zelkov had allowed him to browse and handle the items his collection, but for some reason, the manakete couldn't help but feel a little guilty about taking something and using it without updated permission.

❝ Can I help you with something? ❞

The default question, yes. Most usually came to him with concerns, so what harm would it do if he posed that question?

[tomoshibi]

@maligns. starter. @ sylvain.

' Don't look at me like that. ' Felix huffs, disgruntled a touch more than usual ; they frown, too. ' It's your fault I even got hurt in the first place. Why should I stop training just for a stupid idiot? '

[beaft]

can anyone tell me why i enter the grocery store a normal person and emerge as some sort of vile ravening monster

[deputyrook]

“It is women who love horror. Gloat over it. Feed on it. Are nourished by it. Shudder and cling and cry out-and come back for more.” ― Bela Lugosi

[pctaldrunk]

"...No, you must have mistaken me for someone else." The voice is RIPPLESS, calm, polite - almost toneless in its indifference. The young man in question, dressed unassumingly in crisp button down and slacks, like any other office worker, not very tall and yet seeming elongated by the sharpness of each joint at which slender limbs are bent - seems RELAXED and at home, even stretched across the hard cushions of the long and low sofas set out in the police station waiting area, the book in his lap opened lazily, unread. In his smile there is no trace of the man who had been standing at the roof of the now destroyed Rose Perfumery in the central city but days ago, demanding that his threat be broadcast to surrounding inhabitants. A cruel but kind JOKE played on the city's supernatural task force - resulting in a moment like this. B.ai L.iu had only wanted to clear the surrounding area of human victims before he blew the supernatural inner factory to bits, and there after been let off free - but unfortunately, the context of such events was rendered UNEXPLAINABLE to the regular person, by virtue of some universal law. "I'm only here to deliver Lu Y.izhan's lunch, which he most definitely left at home on purpose." Waves the little bag sitting beside him, as if to prove his point. "His fiancée made it with love...and her rather poisonous culinary skills." And of course, Dian-jie, entirely without realizing the way his face became suddenly blank and expressionless, gave him the bag to deliver.

@maligns liked for a starter from an obscure internet novel muse from Ro's collection feat. b.ai l.iu

[barrenstars]

curious eyes observe @maligns as he plays with the white ball of fluff known as bonbon; her ever so adorable feline familiar who often likes wandering too far away and making roselle stroll aimlessly into the night to find her. it wasn't uncommon to stumble across strangers, but crossing paths with a being like this was a new one for her. " a demon who likes cats? what a curious creature you are... "

starter call!

[gohjuo]

taken from x

a cheeky smile dances on his lips since gojo is aware that him & nanami know the true horrors of jujutsu society. they were raised in this system, with bright eyes & the youth in their faces until it was ripped away from them. in place of that is gojo's mask, the one thing he relies on his strength & the strength itself to be the titular most powerful. gojo has to be built like an impregnable fortress, he has no time for openings or else someone could launch their own counterattack. as for the other one, gojo sees the tiredness that hides in the lines of his face. his fingers reach over to his blindfold, taking the time to slip it off his countenance. ❛uhuh. nanamin, i never said it's a bad thing to be honest. some people need that.❜

he waves his hand dismissively now. ❛i think i could be a perfectly good liar. but that aside, you couldn't stay away from me, huh? ❜ there's a hint of a playful tone in his voice, for the most part people discount him as someone who doesn't take things seriously. that could be true for most things, but not all.

@maligns for nanami !

[quiddie]

Just had a friend show me a conversation in a fan discord about Suvi as a Black American woman in the context of the fallout from the election. And honestly? Yeah. The blueprint is simple: Black women are expected to put their own priorities and emotions on hold to show up for everyone else's battles and hold endless space for everyone's feelings while simultaneously weathering attacks on our character (oh she's so angry/aggressive/violent/rude) and authority (she's a woke hire/affirmative action quota/nepobaby) without complaint. We're expected to save the day under nigh-impossible circumstance, and with fewer resources and support that is AT BEST, conditional.

So yeah, relistening to Suvi's speech in The Witness hurts now. Because that's exactly the feeling I'm wrestling with, and what I see mirrored in the Black women around me. We are exhausted and angry and sad. Those voter percentages are a betrayal of "we" that was promised by other marginalized groups when speaking of the interconnectedness of our liberation. And the unexamined expectation that we immediately rise from the depths of our despair to prepare for the next fight is a cruelty. Suvi isn't real, but if this helps lend empathy toward actual Black women in the world, then I'm glad.

[mostlyghostlyy]

[goryhorroor]

horror movies + my favorite posters

[alealueur]

"You were hiding this from me?" (from Zephia!)

MEME ┊accepting.

Hiding, she accused him of—yet he didn't think of it as hiding. Rather, Alear did not quite understand exactly what she was upset about. What had he hidden? Was there something amiss that he was not aware of? Zephia was not one to become angry unless he had truly made a mistake or failed her expectations, neither of which the manakete recalled doing.

❝ I don't understand, ❞ his monotone voice replied, hinting confusion. His eyes shifted to take in the mage dragon's furrowed brows, subtle glare, and down turned lips. Ah, she wasn't pleased. Shaking his head, he denied her accusation, ❝ I have not hidden anything from you. ❞ What he stated was truth. He had not concealed a thing as far as he knew... but the other? He could not speak for that person, the one that kept getting in the way.

Then he followed the elder dragon's gaze toward his feet. Pausing at his ankle, he caught sight of a white cloth tied around it. Was this... where had this come from? Such a color did not belong on his clothing. Assuming this was what Zephia was referring to, Alear crouched down and untied the out of place cloth, holding it in hand as it revealed the presence of a relatively fresh wound trickling droplets of blood down his leg.

But he had not recalled stepping into battle to obtain such a minor injury (why was Zephia so perturbed by this insignificant wound?). Paying no mind to the stinging sensation along the cut and the fact the wound was susceptible to infection now that the bandage had been removed, Alear stood up and straightened out his legs, preparing to head off as he saw no other pressing inquiry from her to address.

Clutching the cloth in his hand, he spoke to relieve what he assumed were her concerns, ❝ I will go treat this. You need not worry about such a trivial injury. ❞ Surely Mauvier could quickly mend this wound with a staff, and then Zephia would no longer worry for him.

[pctaldrunk]

"...I've seen flashes of fire, heard the echoes of screams." Something she GLIMPSED that perhaps she was never meant to, the precipice of danger, unavoidable, terrifyingly large. Instants that vanish when she blinks, when she wakes in the morning, when the alternately more peaceful days drip one another into a stream. Presses her lips togeether. "But I still have this faith in the truth of my dreams."

@maligns liked for a starter ! feat. h.aibara a.i

[frownyalfred]

hello. this is a PSA. ao3 is NOT releasing your browsing history, despite what you may have heard on tiktok.

if you’re signed into ao3, your history is viewable in the dashboard tab. it always has been, nothing is changing. please don’t believe everything you hear on tiktok.

no one is able to view your browsing history unless they are signed into your account.

[shitpostingkats]

Man I've been playing through dual destinies and the visceral Apollo and Athena contrasts are making me go insane.

Your name is Apollo Justice. You are a lawyer. You're a pawn. You're a weapon. Your mentor is a jackass and your rival only sees you as a ghost of his brother. You're pushed around town to run chores you aren't being rewarded for. You are volunteered to deliver revenge on behalf of your jackass mentor, who refuses to tell you anything because it might spoil his game. When you falter, everyone tells you to learn to stand up on your own. Your mother finally learns of your existence, but she isn't ready, so everyone agrees not to tell you. After all, it's her feelings that are at stake. Apollo? It's never about Apollo.

Your name is Athena Cykes. You are a lawyer. You got here all by yourself, clawed your way to it all on your own. Your mentor set aside space in his life to take you under his wing, to offer advice and security. He takes over when you falter, and walks you through everything he's doing, so you can one day stand without assistance. You keep working, so so hard, because everyone in the courtroom is a familiar face. Your childhood friend. Your mentor. Your coworker who is slowly losing it, and you're not sure why, but you're pretty sure it's your fault. The man who gave up everything for you. Athena? Everything is about Athena.

Neither of you is okay.

[benevolenterrancy]

Zhuzhi-Lang, sincerely, what the fuck do you think gratitude means? I'm just curious. I just want to talk.