#ft. mal

[bbqw1]

2025.04.21

[will-york]

@malcohen

The Sopranos Season 5 | Episode 6

[fighting-naturalist]

SG-1 + posts courtesy of this galaxy-brained individual

[spiraling-stardust]

They’re having a conversation :)

[gochujangst]

웃고 있지 말아요, 행복한가요

[pixelrhys]

Redrawing old Deltarune stuff, including OCs.

[cardinalmal]

location: serene scissors for: closed for @shadowedxcat

Glancing up at the clock mounted on the wall, Mallory rolled her eyes exasperatedly before turning back to the spray bottle and cloth she'd sat down only a moment ago. Barely 10 AM, and already we've had two cancellations she thought to herself. The flow of business wasn't something Mal had ever really worried about, especially not in her hometown of Cardinal Hill. But, recently, it had seemed as though things had been off; not just in the salon, but in the town itself. Ignoring the feeling creeping its way up her spine, Mal continued her cleaning of the salon, one eye on the door at all times for any potential passing clients or walk-in possibilities.

Just as she began to consider taking a seat and pulling out her current read the bell above the door chimed, signaling someone's presence. Turning, Mal flashed her famous 'welcome' smile and stepped towards the front, not yet having caught sight of whomever had made their way in. "Good morning, sug! Welcome! What can I do ya for today?"

[hraugur]

some rimworld folks

[citrine444]

status / closed, mal (@acosmicdisappointment) location / la fiesta de vendimia

what just happened? this had to be some sort of karmic punishment for a past life misdeed. one moment she loses aivryn in the crowd at a concert. the next, she's dealing with the emotional aftermath of the 'pretty girls' performance by mallory jade. that wink during the chorus stirred something inside abril, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. was it embarrassment? no, not exactly. confusion? yes, but there was something else simmering beneath it. anger, yes, that was it. she felt it surge seconds after their eyes locked, causing her breath to quicken and her pulse to race. who did mal think she was? abril certainly didn’t know her like that. and what if someone she knew saw? there were plenty of people around. after mal's performance ends, abril abandons her drink at a nearby table and makes a beeline for the backstage area. when no one is watching, she slips underneath a divider and maneuvers through the crowd, her eyes scanning for a blonde figure among the performers and stage crew. it isn't until she reaches the stairs of the stage that she spots mal, and her jaw clenches so tightly that it aches. she takes a deep breath before marching over to where the singer stands. "what was that?" abril demands, her attempt at intimidation faltering as a slight crack appears in her voice. "now you're writing songs about me?"

[flowergardeninthewall]

Best part about learning something new is when you suck so hard at it that nobody can really make out what you're doing

[silencedglaive]

MUSE BODY LANGUAGE.

Bold / Italicise what you apply to your muse. REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG !

DEFENSIVENESS : arms crossed on chest // crossing legs // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // karate chops // stiffening of shoulders // tense posture // curling of lip / baring of teeth

REFLECTIVE : hand-to-face gestures // head tilted // stroking chin // peering over glasses // taking glasses off — cleaning // putting earpiece of glasses in mouth // pipe smoker gestures // putting hand to the bridge of the nose // pursed lips // knitted brows

SUSPICION : arms crossed // sideways glance // touching or rubbing nose // rubbing eyes // hands resting on weapon // brows raising // lips pressing into a thin line // strict, unwavering eye contact // wrinkling of nose

OPENNESS & COOPERATION : open hands // upper body in sprinters position // sitting on the edge of a chair // hand-to-face gestures // unbuttoned coat // tilted head // slacked shoulders //droopy posture // feet pointed outward // palms flat and facing outward

CONFIDENCE : hands behind back // hands on lapels of coat // steepled hands // baring teeth in a grin // rolling shoulders // tipping head back but maintaining eye contact // chest puffed up / shoulders back // arms folded just above navel

INSECURITY & ANXIETY : chewing pen or pencil // rubbing thumb over opposite thumb // biting fingernails // hands in pockets // elbow bent / closed gestures // clearing throat // “ whew ” sound // picking or pinching flesh // fidgeting in chair // hand covering mouth whilst speaking // poor eye contact // tugging at pants whilst seated // jingling money in pockets // tugging at ear // perspiring hands // playing with hair // swaying // playing with pointer / marker // smacking lips // sighing // rocking on balls of feet // flexing fingers sporadically

FRUSTRATION : short breaths //“ tsk ” sounds // tightly-clenched hands // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger //running hand through hair // rubbing back of neck // snarling // revealing teeth / grimacing // sharp-eyed glowers with notable tension in the brows // shoulders back, head up - defensive posturing // clenching of jaw / grinding teeth // nostrils flaring // heavy exhales

tagged by: @maligns (ty<3)

tagging: @elysionhope, @blazingsourpuss, @honoosenshi, @rosahope, you !

[mortissez]

v. esra ocupa la única mesa de la sala de estar. ¿qué hará mortisse? @ezkaya

cuando vio la unica mesa estaba ocupada por la chica de los brillos, pensó en irse, no causar problemas y buscar su propio lugar en cualquier lugar del hospedaje. se quedó ahí parada, sabiendo que ella notaría su presencia porque eran las unicas en el silencioso lugar. " no tu de nuevo. ¿ya estás más calmada o todavía estás enojada por el glitter? " dio media vuelta, como preparada para irse dependiendo de la respuesta.

[astrvia]

— 📍 residencia de draco * privado ( 1/3 ) ft. @as4hie

' para ser alguien que supuestamente no juega tan a menudo, reventaste a mi personaje como tres veces seguidas. di la verdad, ¿ocultaste tus habilidades para destruirme en silencio, no?' cuestiona con dramatismo, resoplando cuando falla la última partida y su personaje termina pereciendo en manos de aquel que controla su compañero. luego, con un suspiro, deja que el control caiga en su regazo y e inclina la cabeza un poco hacia atrás. tiene una diadema sobre el cabello que hace que su frente esté descubierta, y su crema para los poros está salpicada en tres puntos distintos de su rostro, el pómulo, el mentón, y cerca de su ceja. un look completamente hogareño. ' descansemos un poco, no estoy soportando tantas derrotas' le pide, mirándole desde allí. ' ¿todo el mundo tenía planes hoy? hace rato que no escucho a nadie ' comenta.

[vittoretti]

lobby lounge ⸺͏ "¿te encuentras bien?" @nilomrt

su mirada viajaba inquieta de rostro en rostro, intentando localizar a alguno de sus hermanes en la oscuridad. familiar tonalidad es recibida con pestañeos lentos por parte de la rubia. la forma en que el alivio la embriagó con el reconocer de otras facciones se mostró en un jadeo, que le aguó los ojos. " me encuentro bien. " responde con un hilo de voz. quién más le preocupaba, por alguna razón, era nilo. el temor se apoderó de ella cuando nombraron a las personas que estuvieron presentes en el lugar que astor murió. quizá fueron sus propias palabras que le hicieron sentir culpable o el hecho de que, su hermano, que a pesar que tienen la misma edad, le hacía sentir el deber de preocuparse por él. " sólo dame un abrazo, coglione. " exhaló sin fuerzas, antes de dar pasos apresurados para acercarse al más alto, y darle un abrazo apretado, aferrándose a la tela que cubre la espalda impropia. " estaba tan preocupada por ti. ¿viste a los otros? " cuanto todo estalló, se había separado de su familia, sintió como casi se le escapa el corazón de su caja torácica en el largo momento en que buscó a ciegas.

[ssylasd]

PRIVADO 1/2: exhaló el humo de su cigarro con tranquilidad, dejando que la noche lo envolviera mientras apoyaba la espalda contra un árbol cercano. después de socializar durante horas, necesitaba un momento para sí mismo, lejos de grupos y grupos de personas. el crujir suave del césped bajo unos pasos ajenos captó su atención, haciéndolo girar ligeramente la cabeza para ver quién se unía a él en el exterior. no había mucha gente afuera debido al frío, lo cual le parecía un beneficio más que un inconveniente. "¿te molesta?" preguntó con un gesto hacia el cigarro entre sus dedos. no quería incomodar a nadie con el humo. "hubiera preferido que el evento fuera aquí otra vez." comentó, mirando el jardín, aunque entendía que no a muchos les gustaba el frío. "no me gusta estar demasiado tiempo adentro." @ceydaoz.

[cardinalmal]

location: hometown grocers for: closed for @wcirdo

"Thank you sug, have a great day!" Mallory commented to the cashier behind the counter, giving a final nod before adding, "And don't forget to give the salon a call this week- if I let you walk around too much longer with those roots of yours showing, I'll lose business!" Chuckling, she shook her head and began making her way out of the store. Just as she stepped out over the threshold, Mal felt a bit of give at the bottom of the paper grocery bag she was carrying. While she did her best to act quickly, she barely had the time to utter the word "shit" under her breath before the bottom of the back burst, sending her freshly bought bread and produce scattering along the sidewalk. "Oh for fuck's sake!" Mal exclaimed, pressing the heel of a hand to her forehead. Just as she bent to begin collecting her items, the appearance of a nearby figure drew her attention. "You know, I would make some comment about me and my clumsiness, but this time....I think I'll blame the bag." She said with a laugh and a shrug. "You wouldn't mind helping a girl out, would you?" She asked, gesturing to the orange that had rolled its way halfway down the walk.