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Malice [mal-is] - noun -
  • Just your friendly neighbourhood goth
  • A drinker of obscene quantities of gin

British // Mid-twenties // Protector of Guinea Pigs
[[Death Academic :: Forensic Anthropologist]]

  • Casual/Advanced Roleplayer
  • 10+ years experience
  • Plays M, F and NB (plus all pairings)
  • Likes dark, gritty fantasy
  • Also likes dumb, supernatural comedy
  • Dislikes having character traits dictated (e.g., must play dom/M)
  • Romance optional
  • Hit me up (or don't)

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Mika wondered if her heart would ever stop thrumming in her ears; its rate had slowed to something more normal, whatever normal was, but it still pounded loud enough she fear it might burst. Try as she might, she could not stop the image of Kiyoko, torn apart and bleeding down Mika’s arms and chest, from flickering into her vision, no matter how tightly she shut her eyes.

She didn’t even know if Kiyoko was still alive.

Mika stared at her hands. She had showered since she had returned home, and her skin was clean and pink and smelt faintly of citrus soap. But she could still feel the wet, stickiness of blood between her fingers. It had been warm as it seeped from Kiyoko’s body, but had rapidly cooled on her skin, drying dark brown and cracking when she moved.

Something like a sob escaped her lips, though no tears fell from her eyes. Some how she felt as if she might never cry again, as if the ability had been robbed from her with her recent transformation into a Magical Girl. Mika curled into the foetal position, pulling her blanket over her head, a cocoon of safety. Of course, if demons had been so inclined to attack then, the thick sheet of wool and cotton would have done nothing to protect Mika, but it made her feel secure; right now, that was enough.

Mika clasped a soft, worn bear to her chest; the thing had proved a source of comfort for her since the day she was born, but tonight was the first time in her life that it didn’t feel enough. She held it tighter and, had it been a real creature, she would surely have snuffed out its life, she squeezed so hard. But the bear was nothing more than a toy, and so, not for the first time, survived her fierce embrace.

Mika was not sure how long she lay there, hidden in a sanctuary of her own making, trying to block out the memories (or where they nightmares?) but eventually slumber caught her in its spell. Exhaustion took its toll and she slept, not peacefully, but at least without haunting thoughts.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, dimmed only by the pink coloured curtains that hung there, transforming the glow into something rose tinted. An electronic beep sputtered to life from a clock on her bedside, rousing Mika. She reached an arm out from under the covers to silence the noise with a single click.

Slowly, as wakefulness descended, Mika stretched out her limbs, stiff from the way she had slept. Sitting up, teddy bear still clasped in her fingers, Mika pushed the curtains aside, peering out at the world, already bustling despite the hour. Her brow furrowed.

It was such a beautiful morning. Birds chirped in the trees, and the people on the streets smiled at one another.

“Was it all a dream?” Mika whispered, to no one but herself.

It did not feel like it. But she hoped beyond all hope, that it was.
I'd love to be part of something like this. Big fan of Poe and gothic roleplays.

I have a very specific craving as of late, that I figured warranted its own post. Rather than type out what I can offer/look for in a partner all over again, I'm going to direct you to my main IC. Do make sure you read it, so you know what you're getting with me and that you meet my requirements for a partner.

Genre: Dark Fantasy, Angst, Medieval/Victoriana
Pairing: MC - M or NB, YC - M, F or NB (MxAny)
Plot/Smut: between 100:0 and 70:30

I'm thinking something that is kind of a non-con pet/owner dynamic but not in a kink way. I have two possible routes for this.

Kingdom A (YC) invades a neighbouring Kingdom B (MC), which is home to a species of humanoid mythical creatures (e.g., lycans, dragon shifters, far, etc.). Kingdom A desolates Kingdom B, killing most of the people and enslaving the rest. Some of the 'prettier' (or otherwise more desirable) people of Kingdom B, including MC, are sold to the rich as 'pets'. Could be YC is a wealthy noble who wants to degrade this particular species, as they truly believe them to be lesser people. Or it could be that YC is gifted MC, even though they think the practice is barbaric. It's up to you.

Alternatively, could be MC is more nomadic, but the race is hunted to near extinction, because they are highly valued. MC is captured by a Bounty Hunter and sold to YC (as above) at a regularly held creature market.

For this, YC can be whatever you want. Human, vampire, elf; any race is fine by me. Also, as I want to focus more on the oppression of a race, the angst, and those sort of themes and dynamics, more than smut (I'm happy for there to be no smut at all), there isn't really a need for either character to be dom/sub unless we choose to bring that in ourselves.

All of this is very open, with space to bring your own ideas, so as to better develop something that we both want to write.

If interested, feel free to shoot me a PM and we can discuss this further. I look forward to hearing from you!

Okay, so I absolutely adore WoD as a setting, but in regards to lore, is this based on oWoD or nWoD?
**kicks some life into this old thing**

And yes, I know I still owe people replies. Bare with me!
Mika dropped to her knees, oblivious to the red that pooled on the ground, that now stained her legs and the hem of her dress. Her sword fell from her hands, landing with a splash before transforming back to its staff form. As quickly as Mika had dispatched of the demon, she had forgotten it, forgotten the way its head fell from its body, forgotten the feeling of power that sizzled in her veins as her blow struck home. All thoughts of demons and evil vanished, replaced by only one, more pressing matter.


Mika felt her heart pounding in her chest and the sting of tears prick hotly behind her eyes. She reached for her friend but had no idea where to put her hands. Should she try to stem the wounds, that were far too grievous for one young girl to treat? Should she stroke her cheek, offer her comfort and a promise of life that she couldn’t keep?

Mika choked back a cry of anguish. Never had she seen anything so visceral; but this was to be her reality now, as a Magical Girl, as a saviour of humanity, despatcher of demons.

“Kiyoko…” her words were little more than a whisper and betrayed the helplessness she felt.

Mika clutched a hand to her chest, tearing her gaze from what remained of her friend to stare at Eshu, orange light still bobbing merrily, the jubilant colour at odds with the grimness of the scene. Blood looked nearly black and shone like a moonlit lake.
“You promise?” Mika asked, swallowing hard. “You promise she’ll be seen to?” Mika knew she couldn’t ask Eshu to promise Kiyoko she would live; Mika didn’t believe even this magical creature could promise that and mean in.

Mika steadied her breath, grabbing the staff at her side and tucked it into a loop at her belt. Then, with the care of a mother attending a new born, Mika gathered Kiyoko in her arms; blood dripped from the body, staining skin and silk alike. Before tonight, Mika would never have been able to carry Kiyoko like this, but now she felt as light as the feathers at her back.

“Keep her safe, Eshu,” Mika pleaded, though the look on her face was one of sheer determination. “Keep her safe, and I will do anything you ask.” Casting one last look at the creature, Mika set off at a run, so fast she barely felt her feet hit the ground, headed towards the hospital where she would, as bid by Eshu, leave Kiyoko at the door before returning to the shadows without so much as word.
Though nothing physically hit her, the wind was knocked from Mika’s lungs. She felt like she was drowning, suffocating. Her body felt hot, but never quite uncomfortably so; somehow, though she could not say how she knew it to be so, she felt as though she were being reborn. Reborn as a stronger, less fearful version of herself; her fingertips tingled, not only with newfound power, but a need to act on it.

The blinding orange cleared from her vision, and the air no longer felt like it was crushing her body. Mika inhaled deeply, desperately and noisily, filling her lungs. The entire experience might only have taken seconds, but the difference she felt within her bones, within her very soul was that of eons.

Mika Mori was dead. Long live The Magical Girl.

Mika glanced down at herself; it was not just her mind and body that had changed, but her school uniform also. The simple sailor’s outfit had been replaced with an abundance of ruffles and lace in delicate, rose shades.

Mika had no time to stand and admire her new clothes, not with the pitiful cries that still echoed from inside the school. Mika set her jaw, meeting Eshu’s gaze with her own, determined one and nodded sharply, both hands gripping tightly at the staff(3) that had appeared with her transformation.

She would be Eshu’s lantern and she would burn brightest of all.

“Let’s do this!” Mika cried with a conviction she did not know she possessed, before setting off at a sprint towards the source of noise. She couldn’t just hear their need, she could feel it. And she, Mika Mori, would be the one to offer them the hand of safety from the darkness that engulfed the city.

Mika dashed through the school gardens, faster than she had even run before, round toward the back where she knew the entrance to the basement lay. The doors, blue paint peeling with age, were thrown open, the padlock laying discarded on the ground. Only blackness lay beyond, so dark Mika was sure she would feel it cling to her skin when she entered.

The old Mika would have frozen still, would have wept and not known what to do. But she was not the old Mika.

The crystal in her staff glimmered, illuminating the area if a soft, lilac shade as Mika pressed forward. Her new body, her new eyes, were able to penetrate the gloom with more ease than before. Her heart leapt into her throat as the light landed on the demon and-

”Kiyoko!” Mika gasped. With a shimmer, and with only the barest of thoughts, the staff in her hands remodelled itself in a flurry of petals, forming into a blade(1) with a razor sharp edge.

The monster was horrific, a thing of nightmares, but even more terrifying was the blood- so much blood. It pooled on the concrete, inky black in the dim light, slick under Mika’s feet.

With a scream, Mika swung the sword at the demon’s head, aim true.
Christ, I wasn't aware it had been nearly two weeks since you last responded. Huge apologies. I'll get working on a reply for you ASAP.


Mika's breath caught in her throat, her heart hammering in her chest. The light from her phone flickered, as if low on battery though she knew it was not.

As if demons were not confusing and terrifying enough, Mika now found herself face to face with a cat-like creature. A stranger, though the glow from its lanterns felt comforting in the oppressive darkness. Somehow it felt familiar. It felt safe.

How was Mika to know that was her first mistake?
“Are you… Are you the one who sent the messages?” Mika’s voice was soft and wavering; her unease was as clear as crystal on her soft features, her eyes wide with fear and… Hope? She clutched her phone to her chest, as if the small device could somehow quell the pounding muscle behind her ribs.

Could this creature truly offer her the power to save lives? The power to push away the darkness, to bring back the light?
There was another noise, perhaps a growl, perhaps just the wind, from somewhere deeper in the school grounds and Mika flinched involuntarily.

Why her? She was nothing special. She wasn’t a hero.

Mika pulled her rain coat tighter with a whimper, though the movement was futile as she was already thoroughly soaked. She shivered, but it wasn’t just the cold night air that caused her skin to prickle.

Demons weren’t real. This creature couldn’t be real. And yet Mika knew differently; she could feel it in her bones. She knew it with the same sureness that she knew her own name and her friends’ smiles.

All she had to do was take the creature’s tail. She reached out hesitantly; what if she hurt it? What if she grabbed too hard and made it yelp? Mika had never been one for violence, and she loved animals. She was the kind of girl who wept at animated movies when the cute, animal sidekick got injured.

Someone yelled for help again, and Mika gave a cry of surprise and panic. Was that-? No, it couldn’t be; Kiyoko wouldn’t be on school grounds at this hour. The night was getting to her, that was all.

Mika could feel terror welling in her chest. Eyes wide, she looked about her, frantic, trying desperately to place the source of the sound in the gloom, but the light from the lanterns ruined what little night vision she had. Everything outside of their glowing ball of orange light was an inky black, that seemed to undulate with evil.

Mika swallowed.

She had to be brave.

“I- I-“ She stammered. Logic told her not to trust the creature; she was a sensible girl, she knew not to blindly trusts strangers. But logic also told her that demons weren’t real.

There was no place for logic in this world.

“O-okay.” Mika whispered, resolute. She nodded, setting her jaw. She could do this. Even if the caller wasn’t Kiyoko, they sounded desperate. They needed help. Her help.

Mika was a good person. She always tried to help where she could; she was always running fundraising events for local charities at the school, offering to help younger students with homework, doing chores around the house and garden for her parents and neighbours.

This was no different right?

“I trust you.” Mika said with a conviction she did not feel.

She reached out, wrapping her fingers around the creature’s tail.
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