Malory wasn’t a kid who believed in magic—the tooth fairy, Santa Clause—that was all a bunch of nonsense to her. Those things just weren’t real to her, despite how hard her mother tried to get her to believe in Santa Clause so she wouldn’t spoil Christmas for her younger brothers. When Malory was fifteen, her parents divorced, and her mother took full custody of Malory and her younger twin brothers, Simon and Jarred. No longer being able to afford their home with her income, Malory’s mom packed up the kids and moved them from New York to Maryland, where Malory’s great, great uncle had left a house to her mother. Speaking of said uncle, Arthur Spiderwick had disappeared one afternoon nearly eighty years ago, and left the house to his closest living relative. That was his daughter, Lucinda, who had been a little girl when he disappeared, but she had been put into a nursing home after spouting a bunch of nonsense about her father being taken away by fairies and goblins living in the woods around her house, leaving the house to Malory’s mother.

The first week in that house changed Malory’s life forever.

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Her brother, Jarred, discovered a book in a secret room in the attic, written by Arthur. It was filled with drawings, descriptions, teeth, claws, skin, and wings of imaginary creatures, like goblins and sprites, phenoxies and gryphons, dwarves and elves. Now, according to the book, humans can’t naturally see these creatures, they needed to look through a rock with a natural hole in it, or had to hold a four-leaf clover for a temporary glimpse into the other world. Or, they could soak their eyes in fairy bathwater or hobgoblin spit, giving them what’s called the Sight…forever. Jarred believed every word, and tried convincing his family, but, of course, no one believed him, especially Malory. And she didn’t believe him until she saw Jarred’s twin, Simon, be dragged into the woods by nothing. Turns out, it was a goblin pack, who lived within the woods around the house (also turns out Aunt Lucinda was right), thought that Simon was the twin who had the book. That book, Arthur Spiderwick’s Field Guide to the Fantastic World Around You, has more information about some of the creatures than those creatures even knew about themselves. That book…That book almost got Malory and her brothers killed while trying to keep it out of the hands of the goblins and their ogre master, Mulgarath. Mulgarath planned on using the information from the field guide to destroy and rule over all other fairies by exploiting their weaknesses Arthur had discovered.

Thankfully, with Malory now convinced, Jarred and her were able to save Simon. The three of them were given the Sight perinatally by a hobgoblin—he very kindly spit in their faces after eating a roasted cat, their roasted cat—making it easier for them to fight the battle they had gotten themselves into. Trolls and goblins sent by Mulgarath terrorized the Grace siblings, their house, their mother. The conclusion of the battle columnated at the Grace family’s new house, ending with their house completely ransacked, filled with dead goblins, and Mulgarath, thankfully, dead, eaten by previously mentioned hobgoblin.

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Mulgarath was dead, and as far as they knew, the information about Arthur’s book wasn’t spread farther than all the beings that were now currently turning into mush on their kitchen floor. The book was safe, and they were safe. Mostly. Now that they knew about this world, they were a part of it, especially Malory. With her experience in fencing and sword fighting, she became the main hunter and protector of the family. Jarred, when he became an adult, learned how to use a variety of guns, letting him help Malory hunt. Simon, on the other hand, became the researcher of the Grace kids, adding onto their great, great uncle Arthur’s research. Though this time, they kept it a lot more secretive—they didn’t want another battle with an ogre.

Now, ten years later, Malory is the only one who still lives in the house where all of this started. Jarred moved to California to keep an eye on the giant and dragon population there. Simon and her mother moved back to upstate New York. She lives alone in the house...well, aside from Thimbletack, the common house brownie. How she pays the bills? Malory down-low advertises herself as a woman who can take care of…odd problems. Getting lost for no reason in your own back yard? Your kid’s pets keep going missing? You’re flowers start uprooting themselves and flying around your yard? Call Malory Grace, and get your checkbook out. You wouldn’t believe how much someone will pay to get a troll off their property.

 

Basic Information

Age: 27

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Blue

Hight: 5 foot 6 inches (Yeah, Sarah is 5 foot 3, but my Malory is taller than that)

Sexuality: Bisexual, with a preference toward men

Relationship Status: Single (Will very between RPs)

Location: Wherever the job takes her...but she lives in Maryland

Pet(s): Byron, Arthur's gryphon

Interests: Reading, going to the gym, sparing, running, hunting, ballet, drawing, and drinking

Disinterests: Being given pet names, like 'baby' or 'dollface', hot summer days, being wrong, her nightmares, and cops

What Mal Can't Live Without: Beer, her sword, her medication

 

(Malory's face-claim: Sarah Bolger)

Rules:

FIRST AND FOREMOST: I am allowed to decline to RP with anyone for any reason, reasons that I don't have to discuss. If I start an RP with someone and wish to stop it at any point, I will talk to them about it privately. If I start getting spam messages from people I don't want to talk to, in any form, I will report you. I don't want to deal with harassment again.

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Content can go 18+, my character(s) drink, have sex, and do drugs.

Enjoy yourself. If you don't like what I'm doing, tell me. And I'll tell you if I don't like what you're doing.

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Current RPs: Under Construction

Character Age

27


Character Species

Human


Character Gender

Female


Character Relationship Status

Single


Writer's Writing Style (OOC)

Paragraph, Multi-Para


Writer's Favored Genres (OOC)

Fantasy, Romance, Violence, Realistic, Rated R, 18+, Comedy, Action


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  • //of course. I hope we can start soon :)

  • "You sound quite alike to our dear queen, my lady." The previously quite servant suddenly spoke as she walked over, holding the plain linen slip open for her to slip into. Meanwhile, Ola cast her a dark, confused look, but didn't provide any more information, nor confirmation.

    As soon as Malory had it on, the black silk robe was put on and properly secured around her waist, although not very tightly. Ola seemed a bit timid in regards to her actual task at hand, which was probably for the best. Malory was obviously not quite ready for actual court dress. Little did she know, however, that her influence was already being spread by Gwen's sudden change of style. After the poisoning, her clothes had... darkened a bit, to say the least.

    It wasn't because of a sense of mourning (or so she claimed), but with the dampening of her spirits, the princess hadn't bothered to put on her corset in the morning or to put her hair into very elaborate hairstyles-- she prefered it to be plainly pulled back by a few pins, giving her easy access to hiding her face as she wept. Instead, her dresses became more billowy, with shorter sleeves so that they wouldn't dampen whenever she re-wet the cloth she put on Malory's then comatose forehead. This style-change was already being felt throughout her circle of friends, who would then eventually influence other court members.

    Things changed fast around here, and that was their norm.

    Malory was swiftly taken back towards Virian's apartment, and the teleportation spell was used again to spare her from the humiliating stares and whispers she'd obviously have to face if her presence was noticed on the grounds of the palace. Only Ola accompanied her there, and their environment magically changed from the muffled nature sounds of Haagh Shallows, to the soft music coming from the harp in the corner of the main sitting room. The air was different-- a sort of peaceful (yet obviously magical) aura seemed to constantly emanate from the waterfall, but Virian's apparent was, simply put, empty. It was private, but, without Virian's presence, there was a strange sort of solitary, dead feeling in there. Even the fire snapping on in the fireplace couldn't warm anything up enough to change that.

    His style-- his touch!-- was everywhere to be seen from the pillows on each settee; the stray romance novel which lay carelessly on the floor, towards the sunflowers that stood by an open window, which sent in sounds of distant birds and other creatures even the elves themselves had no record of. They were peaceful sounds, yes, but solitary ones when they had no master to enjoy them.

    Virian himself was nowhere to be seen, and Malory was soon left alone again.

  • Ola's quick yet careful hands wrapped Malory in the linen cloth quickly, knowing full well how cold it must be for her. But, the conservative servant dared herself to hope that the mystical healing properties of the lake had managed to affect her mistress. She had, after all, gone through quite a trauma.

    As her body was being dried, Ola tied her incredibly long, heavy, thick hair up into a neat bun. It was still wet, of course, and the servant scrunched her nose slightly at the feel of it. "Forgive me if I step out of place, my lady, but your hair... It might need a trim, yes?"

  • || Aw man.. She's saying please?? :( 

    Fuck. 
    Fuck fuck F U C K. 
    And a fucking' side order of Fuck.
    He hated getting into this in general,let alone with Mal. He was never really good with emotions. Just like she didn't like being proven wrong.. He didn't like being put on the spot and making his feelings come in to the lime light. Guess it's a good time as any...Right? Right..

    "I thought... I thought we did talk about this.." he murmured,stammering slightly. His brows knitting into a frown as he sucked in his bottom lip. Uncertain of what to say. Trying to drag it out so maybe she'd forget about it.. But it being Malory fuckin' Grace... She confronted him with something real and it had to be spoken about no matter how difficult.''Fuck,what do you want me to say,Mal?" he mumbled spitefully. "Yeah,I fuckin' adore you. Jesus. Is that it??" He was feeling more agitated with himself than he was with her.

    "But you're never fuckin' here. You didn't want to fuckin' be here in the first fuckin' place,so now you're back.. And what? You want endless profession of fuckin' feelings for you? Okay. Yeah,I'm fuckin' cool with that,I guess." Negan didn't feel like himself. She had made mention before that she couldn't stand him,that she hated being in the apocalyptic realm and she sure as fuck seemed happier than a pig in shit to be back and now creating a family with Zozo. He spent his whole life fucking everything up for people. He didn't want to fuck it up more for her. In good conscience.. He didn't want to. Negan knows himself. He would in a heartbeat. Maybe it was the wives,or maybe his children had given him a sense of hope in humanity. One he hadn't felt in far too long. He can't restore faith in himself,however. Why she cared for the Alpha male,he'd never fuckin' know.

    So,why now? Why would she want to dredge it up? To prove that she was right? Or was it something else? She must've wanted something. A reason. But that lingering why echoed in his cerebellum. He thought they were fine with the unspoken truth about one another. He didn't understand it,or why she wanted to talk about it all,this time around.

  • //Yes I would love to.

  • She locked up the car, got something from her pocket,  as she got out and walked over to Malory. She placed a hand behind her head and one behind her waist and pulled her into a hug and slowly began to rock side to side as she just began to hum. She would hold Malory in this vice grip of an embrace, a tight hug as she sung a line for a moment. 

     

    What I really mean to sayyyyyyy. Is that I’m sorry for the wayyyyyy.  I ammmmmmm.  Never meant to be sooooo colllld.  Never meant to be so colllld. “

    She kisses Malory’s head and held her tighter and slowly began to rub her back as she just held onto her. In a moment , she spoke softly. 

     

    “I didn’t call you stupid. It just sounded like you acted without getting all the data. Like a reporter that publishes a story without getting all their facts straight and information together.  There is no training manual for this job of yours. So I guess mistakes will be made. I’m sorry you have a fear of oceans and boats or the sea because of the Merfolk. But no need to be scared. No whenever I’m around. About the sex thing. There are things I want to ask but you won’t do because you think it’s too forceful or may be borderline into that other unpleasant territory.  I’m sure you know what I’m referring too.  Your species, namely the females, suffer this the most.  I do take charge but often because I wonder if you can be dominant.  You got an attitude on you, you can be sassy, bitchy when you don’t get your way or can’t control everything, grumpy and other tudes. But mmmm I’ll just say this once. I think you might be timid in taking charge? I mean. You know I want you to be rough and brutal, whips and chains, tie me down and force yourself on me. But I don’t know what to ask of you that won’t make you feel uncomfortable.  

    Remember, I am a demon.  Virtually nothing is taboo with me. Maybe I just want you to have your way with me in my sleep and not think it’s rapey or something. You really can’t rape the willing.  The mind reading thing is funny. Since I been inside many of guys head and I can recall times their girlfriends were mad at them for something that they couldn’t remember and their girlfriends just magically expect them to know what they did wrong or remember what they can’t remember. All the while not realizing that men can be pretty fucking stupid when it comes to relationship stuff. Not to mention if a guy says or does something that offends a woman. How a woman expects them to magically know what they said or do wrong or somehow read their mind. 

     

    Going by the countless memories from all the men and women I have possessed. I kinda thought your gender could read minds. Since they often expect guys to be able too. Too bad they all can’t have that Mel gibson female mind reading powers. Men would really dominate the planet then. Hahaha.  Being able to read the minds of women, undermine and manipulate them to perfect. Kinda like what we demons do. “

     

    She eased up her embraced and placed her hands on the side of Malory’s face before she slide a snickers bar into her hand.

     

    “You’re not yourself when you’re hungry. Have a snickers. Like in that tv commercial. I think you will feel better once I get some food in your belly. You are always in a better mood once you have been stuffed and fully filled and satisfied, totally pun innuendo tending here. “

     

    She said with a grin  and kissed her  on the nose. Even if Malory tried to fidget and get away, she know that she couldn’t unless Zura let her. But she hoped she would calm down now.

     

    ” Humans are selfish. Yes. So are we Demons. We love all of your bad qualities. It makes our jobs of damning your souls to hell, all the more easier.  Don’t apologize for how you are. I love everything about you sweetheart.  No matter how bitchy or grumpy or sassy you can be. I’m always going to love you and be turned on by you.  You can hate me, bite me, fight me, hit me, scream at me, at the end of the day, I will never love you any less. 

    Also, food for thought Malory. Some of what I say and do are actually tests.  Tests to see how that temper of yours is. Have you forgotten that one day soon we will be parents? I will always get under your skin, baby. Directly as I do now, or indirectly. By indirectly, I mean our daughter.  Cause remember. Half of her is me after all. She will for a fact, do things that will Try Try Try your patience and test your self control. Kids always push their parents buttons, and a demon child will be wayyyyyyyyyy worse then any human kid could be. I mean a human kid will scream, maybe toss a plate or two. Our kid, going to set things on fire, cause earthquakes,  lightning storms, make all the fine China fly all over the kitchen and smash into the walls, cause the furniture to go flying everywhere , and so forth.  If you can’t handle me on my best day. How will you handle our daughter on her worst?  Think of this as training. Preparations for your impending motherhood.  Do you even have any thoughts on what you will do when the Terrible twos happen? What to do when our kid lashed out and has a demon version of a temper tantrum. 

    Lucifier had a temper tantrum once and he got kicked out of Heaven and sent to hell, because of it. Also tried to bring the End of Days on your world as well, all because he got so emo and Aggro.   I didn’t mean to make you feel shitty for the bedroom stuff. You know that. As far as the clothes thing. You always cover yourself up. Who wears turtle necks and pants in 100 degree weather?  For me. Just wear the clothes. After this trip. You never have to wear that stuff again........ well in public at least.  In the house, oh yeah, big time. Maybe also for my birthday. And Halloween, and Christmas. 

    Now. Let me feed you, so we can enjoy the rest of this trip. Then tomorrow or the next day. We can have angry, hateful, makeup sex, like normal couples do, after they had a big fight or arguement. “

     

  • (I think by now Zura is probably use to it. I mean she has gotten under her skin, many times before I’m sure. What with her pranks and public embarrassments of her and other things.  She just sees it as Malory having a “temper tantrum” much like a child.  Lol. Course she probably won’t tell Malory that, cause she might take it the wrong way and get even more upset. Haha.   Zura likes all of Malory. Malory being bitchy, grumpy, sassy, etc it’s just all part of the Malory package in Zura’s eyes. She takes the good with the bad, like someone truly in love does :)

     Vice versa too I guess with Zura’s unruly mouth and behavior. Hah.  It doesn’t phase her as much as it might have use to in the past. She knows Malory will calm down eventually and can’t be mad the entire trip. Well if she tried to be. Zura will think of something to change her attitude.  In a way, she likes when Malory gets in a pissy fit, cause it makes Zura think about their future child and how she will deal with the kid when she acts up.  Especially at two years of age. They call it the Terrible Twos for a reason :p

    )

  • “You and I are going  to have a long discussion about all these adventures you have been on. As I want to hear about them and then mention what you could have done different. Seems that whole dragon, giant, Merfolk fiasco, could have been avoided if you did your research first.  As for Merfolk hating humans, geeeee. I wonder why?!.

    Oh maybe the fact that humans have been using the ocean as their personal landfill for ages now? Dumping trash, toxic waste, nuclear waste materials, dead bodies- like that Dexter Morgan fellow— man I love that guy! My all time favorite serial killer! Oh not to mention oil plantforms exploding and oil tankers capsizing- releasing all that harmful oil into the ocean and Over fishing.  

    Not to surprising that the fish people hate your guts. Only makes sense when you think about how humans have fucked up the oceans like they done the rest of the planet. I’m surprised Atlantis hasn’t risen yet to wage war on the surface dwellers. “

     

    The car was shut off and Zura removed the keys, undid her seatbelt and turned to look at her girlfriend. Sighing a bit as she ruined a line of hers that she wanted to say, regarding her ass.

    ”Speaking of toys. I have been doing most of the work in bed.  Pretty much always giving while you are always receiving. For the most part. I give, you take.  If you plan to use those toys then you should put some more work in. Course to be fair. I do get overzealous in bed and leave you far too tired to return the favor.  Mainly cause I can’t help myself but you can afford to be the Dom every once in a while. I would like to play the role of the sub on some random occasions. Moving on, your clothing. 

    Notice how what you describe, basically means only your head is expose? What with turtle necks and if you ever wear a hat or those things Muslims wear or a nun habit, only your face would be exposed and by then you might as well wear a mask and complete the whole “”I show No skin at all” look.  The reason I never had an issue with your attire before is very simple once you think about it. As I mention. We hardly ever go out in public, which is what made me feel like some dirty little secret.  The skinny jeans and such that you wear, when I’m at your place, you are not wearing them or any article of clothing, for very long. Thus, your clothes were never a problem because they didn’t stay on your body long enough for them to be a problem for me. When I was around that is. “

     

    Zura didn’t have too much of an issue with Malory’s clothing because whenever she was with Malory at her place, those clothes came off pretty quickly.  Which she never really objected to all that MUCH.  Not after Zura got her ready to roll.

     

    ”Yes. There is a bomb. Your ass is da bomb. Course it’s  it funny, since you just ruined my line and delivery. Noooo, course there is not a bomb under your seat, front seat or the back. What kind of person do you take me for?  I keep the bomb in the trunk like normal people do.”

     

    She said all matter of fact like, dismissing the whole having a bomb in  car thing, like it was no big deal.

     

     

  • It took about two hours until the servant finally decided that it was time to walk over and open the door, interrupting Malory's alone time. But, surprisingly, the servant wasn't alone. Following behind her, Ola walked in as well.

    Both of them bowed once they reached the edge of the water, with the unknown one's eyes cast firmly downwards and Ola's-- who was blind, as Malory already knew-- somehow managed to direct themselves towards her mistress. There was a hint of a smile crinkling them up, but her lips stayed as plain as ever. "My lady," Her voice cut through the muffled sound of the water, "Are you ready to go?"

    Ola held a long, thick, fluffy linen cloth, outstretched to greet and wrap around Malory. The other servant had in her arms a stack of clothes. A silk robe was in there, just after the simple linen slip. The robe had long sleeves (although, unfortunately, they did hang down) and even a hood-- but best of all, it was all completely black, and there was no corset. It was just a robe, after all.

  • Okay, so Virian wasn't actually stupid enough to leave Malory completely alone. The servant he had told her about strolled past the entrance every couple of minutes or so, glancing in through a small crack to see if anything was amiss or not. It wasn't to be creepy or anything-- far from it!--, it was only for her own safety. And besides, there were always servants everywhere, with their eyes and ears noticing all they could, whether the court liked to acknowledge that or not.

    Virian, of course, had allowed no servants in his private apartments except for dressing and occasional tidying up, since he and Malory had quite sensitive subjects to tackle in there. Before she had arrived (and before he had been banished to Earth, of course) his apartments had been alive with the hustle and bustle of friends and family as they constantly came and went, while the servants did their immense duties hiding in the shadows.

    Now, he arrived back to his apartments to find them empty. They were silent and cold, and Virian hated that. It reminded him of his childhood. Quickly, he set out to make it as perfect as he could for his intended.

    He had the fire-places stocked and lit; Malory's dress and necklace hung magically by themselves in the air right by her vanity; a spell was cast onto his pianoforte to make it continuously play a very soft melody. This was all quick work done by Virian himself (and he was proud of managing it all on his own since it had been so very long since he'd last used his magic) but the real challenge was the food. 

    The rational thing to do right then would be to call upon a servant who would then take the message down to the kitchens, where hundreds of magical creatures would prepare all of the food necessary to replenish Malory as much as possible. But, let's be honest here-- Virian wasn't feeling very rational right now, and set out to make the food himself.

    It... kind of went as planned? 

    The prince had made his way down into the kitchens full of confidence, which wasn't anything new for him, and told the workers to get out. Simply put, they were shocked. They were all in the middle of preparing several different meals-- some counts' late breakfast; stew for the king's men, etc.--, but none could protest. Eventually, one managed to, as politely as she could, ask the prince if she could take him to one of the private kitchens and help him there, instead of him having to overtake the entire area. A feat which was 1) impossible, 2) stupid, and 3) unnecessary. These things were put to him in a much more cordial way, of course, but Virian understood the meaning behind it anyway and his ears blazed up in embarrassment. Because of this slight miscalculation in his mind, his stubbornness took over completely.

    He protested, scoffing and flicking some of his hair back before continuing insisting that he'd have the entire area to himself, and everyone else simply had to wait for their turn. He barely cared about anyone else, just the fact that he was going to prepare this food alone, with no chance of it being poisoned or altered or anything of the sort.

    Virian waited a little while for the workers to quickly stop their process safely; so that nothing was ruined, only stalled. Once the kitchen was cleared out, Virian was met with the sudden realisation that he had no idea what Malory liked. Except for soldisks, he guessed, but he wasn't really going to bore her with just those. After all, he had promised there'd be enough food for a lot to go to waste.

    And so, the prince began to cook.

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