#mal oc

[distracted-obsessions]

Can't You Hear Me Scream? Part 1

Warnings: Shock collars, calling Whumpee 'Puppy', mild disassociation (I think), mild sleep deprivation, TV show hosts.

Please tell me if I need to tag anything else.

Part 2 | Masterlist

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Knock, knock.

Mal groaned at the knock at the door, far too tired to actually get out of the pile of soft blankets and plush pillows that made up his little nest on the floor. From the long day of press releases and photo ops with 'the city's greatest heroes' to a long, overcast night fighting supervillains and getting his ass kicked while he hoped for a glimpse at the moon, he had barely been awake when he crawled into the nest last night. That hadn't stopped the nightmares but then again, nothing would.

"Mal?" A far too chipper voice said through the door. Liam. "Mal, you're going to miss breakfast! Wake up!" a couple more knocks at the door.

Mal rolled over and covered his head with a pillow. He just wanted to sleep. Preferably without dreams.

There was an uncomfortable buzz from the shock collar around Mal's neck, a warning of pain that shocked him awake in a moment, making him sit up in the nest. "I'm awake!" Mal shouted, hoping to avoid a real shock. "I'll be out in a minute!"

"You better be! You know how the captain gets when our puppy doesn't eat!" Liam laughed, not unkindly, but Mal flinched at the nickname anyway. He really should have been used to it by now. After 5 years at Camp Rainer and 3 different teams after that, he should have been used to being called 'puppy'. But it made his inner wolf growl with irritation every time, self-preservation be damned.

"I'll hurry," Mal said, reaching to pull on some clothes. He didn't dally but he still expected it when a second warning buzz came 5 minutes later, this one probably from the captain. He trudged out of his room and headed to the dining room, ignoring the happy chatter as he sat at the table and laid his head on the cool wood, closing his eyes.

"You tired, Mal?" Maya asked with a gentle smile.

Mal smiled back out of habit and nodded. "Just stayed up too late last night. I'll be fine."

"Good," the captain, Simon, said, putting a plate of food down for Mal and petting him in between his wolf ears. "We have an interview with Callie so you need to eat up and be well-rested so that you don't try to bite people's heads off."

Mal fixed his hair and dutifully ate the food set in front of him. He hated interviews and Callie specifically. The fake smiles and cutting remarks made him want to bang his head against the wall. She wasn't any worse than any other TV show host but she seemed just as equally upset that the team treated Mal like a dog as she was likely to treat him like one herself. The hypocrisy itself was enough to make Mal's head hurt.

Mal ate quietly while the team ran over test questions and rehearsed answers. Mal didn't need to participate. He didn't technically have to be there at all. He was just there to show how good the rehabilitation centers like Camp Rainier were at taming wild beasts like Mal and he was already an expert at that. He hadn't even realized that he had zoned out until-

"And before we forget, we should probably change Mal into his public appearances collar."

Mal glanced at Kate, carefully keeping his face neutral as twin waves of anger and anxiety ran down his spine. His 'public appearances' collar was about four times more sensitive than his normal collar and the shocks ramped up in intensity much quicker. Even on his most careful and obedient behavior, he still got shocked at least once every time he wore it. If he didn't know this team better and didn't know the policy he might have assumed that they were just cruel for the sake of cruelty. Sadly, he did know better and no amount of begging would change policy. He had tried.

"Thank you, Kate," Simon said, pushing Mal's plate closer to him in an effort to make him eat more. He knew from experience that just being in that collar made Mal lose his appetite. Mal took a moment to indulge in some healthy annoyance at that before shoving everything back into their respective boxes in his head and forcing down a few more bites. "Liam, since you're done eating, can you go grab that?"

"Right away, Captain!" Liam left whatever he was tinkering with today on the table and left the room. Mal managed about four more bites before Liam came back. His fingers tightened around the fork, the thought of stabbing Liam with it and bolting entering his head and immediately being directed towards the appropriate box as he slowly put the fork down and pushed away his plate.

Simon stood and walked around behind Mal, turning off and unbuckling his current collar and putting the new one on. It was sleek and black, the 'corrective measure' more hidden but easily seen when pointed out. Mal's shoulders tensed when Simon switched it on, the tell-tale beep almost making Mal flinch. Simon rested one hand on Mal's shoulder and pet him with the other until Mal could force himself to relax back into his calm mask.

"Good boy," Simon said in that same deadpan he said everything in. Mal knew it was just the conditioning that made him preen at the praise but that didn't make him stop. Just sent an undercurrent of frustration through his head. Simon gave him one last pat and sat back down, leaving Mal to figure out how to breathe around the collar.

They finished breakfast quickly and piled into the armored car to head to the studio. When they got there, everyone got into their makeup and headed to their spots, having small chats with Callie and the staff. Mal mostly just sat quietly in his chair and started weaving in his head to calm himself down.

In. Out. Over. Through. Add another color. First color in. Second color out. Second color over. First color through.

The music that signaled the start of the show played and Mal made sure he hadn't forgotten to put on a smile before going back to his weaving. Add another color. Second color in. Third color out. Carry first color. Third color over. Second color through. Carry first color.

"So Mal, how has working with the city's greatest heroes been treating you?" Callie asked in her blindingly bright voice.

Mal looked at her and then glanced around at the team. The captain's serine smile and eyes that stared right through Callie, Liam's bouncing leg and hands signing the conversation to the crowd, Kate's calm, neutral expression and subtle 'get on with it' gesture, Maya's expectant look and encouraging smile. He heard his own screams playing from one of the boxes in his head as he turned back to Callie with his own calm smile.

"Better than anything else in the world."

[wyked-original-writing]

Mal's intro

Picture from Pinterest

Name: Malleren O'mal

Nickname: Mal...she's cranky if you call her anything else

Kind of Being: Human

Age: 24

Sex: Female

Appearance: red wavey hair, hazel eyes that are prone to browns and greens. 5'5

Occupation: surgeon, cook, trying to keep her best friends out of trouble.

Family members: Oisìn and Taz, she may eventually claim a few pirates.

Pets: she has always wanted an owl.

Best friend: Taz, Oisìn, Morana.

Way of speaking: she doesn't threaten she promises. As for language pattern it depends on who she is talking to

Physical characteristics (posture, gestures, attitude): Graceful and elegant but not afraid to jump in a mud pit. She is quick to put her hands on her hips. She takes very little shit when she has an option to avoid it. Quick tempered and protective. Will not hesitate to add your head to her slowly growing collection if your a threat.

Items in his/her back pocket/ purse: scalpel.

Hobbies: terrorizing people and trying to keep her friends out of trouble although by now she sees them as brothers.

Abilities/Talents/Powers: surgeon. Great at stitching things up. Also if she has a blade or not she is rather lethal.

Relationships (how he/she is with other people): highly depends on things. She is slow to trust.

Fears: The death of those she considers family other than that the royals and Cutthroat and a few of the gods although she's not so sure of the why on the last one.

Faults: she might be a little kill happy at times for a healer.

Good points: she is highly protective of her friends. Loyal and to the point. She doesn't bother to hide it if she doesn't like you.

What he/she wants more than anything else: her family to be safe and the ones that they have chosen. Perhaps also a pet owl although she's not certain why she likes them so much.

@thatuselesshuman @gioiaalbanoart @lychhiker-writes @thecomfywriter @evilwriter37

@saebasanart @the-golden-comet @mauannacreates @kind-lion @alinacapellabooks

@kuebiko-writing @kaeru483 @theink-stainedfolk @mysticstarlightduck @demon-sneeze

@fromthenortheast @smellyrottentrees @honeybewrites @the-letterbox-archives @illarian-rambling @paeliae-occasionally

[wyked-ao3]

out of context line tag

TPKODR lines that need a little polishing

Mal said “hand me the shovel.” Oisìn handed it over without question, Just as he wondered why she needed a shovel she swung it as someone ran by smacking them in the face. Taz caught the person and dragged them out of view.

time skip that would tell you what the guy did to deserve the shovel to the fave

He took the shovel from her as he still needed to return it to the pirates but he had one more good use for the shovel other than to kill a guy, he had three holes to dig with it or one very large one.

Tagging @gioiaalbanoart (the shovel scene went from a shovel talk to wait no my ocs want to use the shovel 0_o no talk needed this time I guess?)

[squidthechaotickid]

A quick doodle/sketch of mine and @incorrect-fnaf-quotes OCs who r both called Mal :3 ft Venus

[ephemii]

𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚! 📸✨

Grace finally has a Magicam account, and what better use for it than immortalizing their friendships?

.𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ.

🦐 yuur_grace

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 I finally made an account!! First pic, tea party preparations with housewarden of Heartslabyul! 🌹🫖

❤️ 𝗮𝗰𝗲_𝗼𝗳𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 LMAO? HE'S SUCH A PRUDE LOLL

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬♠️ 𝘀𝗽𝗮𝗱𝗲_𝗱𝗲𝘂𝗰𝗲 @ace_ofhearts dude you're aware that housewarden Rosehearts owns a magicam account right?

♦️ 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗱_𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 totes adorbs!! but kinda bummed u didn't pick me for such a cute pic idea... (ㅠ‸ㅠ)

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @diamond_mind Oh I'm so sorry!! I got so busy with preparations that it slipped my mind u_u; I'll save you a spot next time, promise!

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🦐 yuur_grace

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 ....okay so this MIGHT turn into a series. I pray to the Seven that Leona isn't active on magicam or else I'm migrating (he looks so peaceful tho, doesn't he?!)

🐺 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗹__ Grace.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @jackhowl__ Jack...... 5 replies

🐆 𝗿𝘂𝗴𝗴_𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗰𝗵𝗶𝟯𝟵𝟳 you owe me a deluxe cutlet sandwich now btw 😇

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 I don't recall that being on our TOA?? 1 replies

🐰 𝘀𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗮_𝗻𝗽𝗰 ????? LEONA KINGSCHOLAR???? ISN'T THAT THE PREFECT WHAT. 1435 replies

🦁 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗺_𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝟮𝟱𝟲𝟯𝟴𝟮𝟵𝟮𝟱𝟮 Sevens you narrow minded idiot.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬ 🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 is that literally fucking leona kingscholar 34572 replies

➻oh, except.... maybe they forgot one little detail...

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🦐 yuur_grace

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 Decided to pay our octobuddy a little visit at the @mostrolounge this afternoon 🐙🍹What a face! (also, wow where did all of you come from?? Was Leona's sleeping visage that baffling of a prospect? ùᴗu,, actually, I'm now realizing that I hadn't even set this account to private...oops.)

🐬 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘀.𝗮.𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘆 ahahah!! oh man look at his face! little shrimpy's got guts~

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 thanks for being the cameraman buddy ùᴗu ͙͘͡★ 7 replies

❤️ 𝗮𝗰𝗲_𝗼𝗳𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 I'm surprised you didn't get ptsd just from walking into that room LMAO

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @ace_ofhearts hm okay how about you join me next time

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬❤️ 𝗮𝗰𝗲_𝗼𝗳𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 @yuur_grace no thank you <3

🐬 𝗷𝗮𝗱𝗲.𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗰𝗵. hahah. how swift. perhaps i may join you one day to capture such riveting images. 3 replies

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 ok no I'm actually so invested we can't just move on from the fact that this guy showed up all of a sudden and just KNOWS Leona kingscholar personally?!?? 200 replies

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 Another face cradled! And a dear friend hugged! Had a blast at this wonderful get-together in Scarabia dorm ☀️🏮🎇 I think I'm ready to sleep for a week though hahaha ^^;

☀️ 𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗺✪ I'm so glad you came! I don't think I've had that much fun with friends in a while! You're always welcome whenever you feel like visiting 😊✨

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬ 🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @kalimalasim always!

��� ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬ 🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME 1240 replies

🐍 𝗷𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹_𝘃 There's still some leftovers if you'd like to take some for Grim. Or yourself, really. 2 replies

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 oh okay so there's even MORE. why not. SURE. 212 replies

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🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 Nothing better than a long evening spent with the beauty queen himself @vilshoenheit. And look, he reciprocated! How sweet~ 💜✨ A wonderful idol, an even better friend.

👑 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗲𝗻𝗵𝗲𝗶𝘁✪ How precious. Do take good care of that manicure.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬👑 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗲𝗻𝗵𝗲𝗶𝘁 Wait, Grace, is this a private post?

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 will do! 🤍 2304 replies

🍎 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗹_𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗺𝗶𝗲𝗿 man you're better than me, i can't stand a second doin any a this balderdash

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 your loss,, it's sooo relaxing 🙂‍↕️

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 YOU GUYS I CANT COPE ARE YOU KIDDING MEEEEEEE 784 replies

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 is this guy some sorta undercover cop or sum?? how's he got all these crazy ass ties??

🏹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗸 oh, là là... quelle beauté, the calm before the storm~

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🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 Seems like I've been graced with this nice little picture from @0r1h0_shr0ud2 during a visit to Idia's dorm! No face hold unfortunately, but it's quite cute!🩵🤍 Very rare, it seems Idia has yet to realize the photo being taken ^o^. Peep the adorable little PreMo gacha figure I got for him...? 👀

🩵 𝟬𝗿𝟭𝗵𝟬_��𝗵𝗿𝟬𝘂𝗱𝟮 I was so happy that you decided to stay and keep my brother company, Grace Alexander-san. Idia doesn't show it, but you really made his day!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @0r1h0_shr0ud2 awww! I'm always happy to spend time with you both! 🤍 3 replies

💙 𝗴𝗹𝟬𝟬𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗶 woah when was this?! you can't just spring such a rare event out of nowhere! delete, delete!!! 5 replies

♦️ 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗱_𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 oh my Seven!! you both look so dope! truly inspiring— and can we talk about how *adorbs* you look with that biscuit hanging from ur mouth?? (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @diamond_mind brothaaaa keep this up and you'll be fighting off rumors for days LOL ùᴗu ahuahu

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬❤️ 𝗮𝗰𝗲_𝗼𝗳𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 @yuur_grace OH U WANNA HEAR ABOUT RUMORS??? HAHAH

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 Am I tweaking or is that like. *The* Idia Shroud from the family Shroud part of the largest technological pioneers in Twisted Wonderland. Or am I insane.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 this HAS to be a social experiment atp?? What in the world is this guy's power??? 467 replies

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🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲

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𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 it felt almost special, leaving my vest off. Maybe it was the winter breeze. Tsunotaro helped me with his cape, though, despite my insistence. What a sweet personality! 💚🐉 We took a long walk through an abandoned woods, found some gorgeous gargoyles. To end my little series, I asked to hold him as well. He doesn't own a magicam account so I can't tag him... But at least he can keep the pictures :) Hurray! It ends! 🤍✨

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 THERE IS NOOOOO FUCKING WAY I REFUSE NO NO ABSOLUTELY NO WAY THIS IS AN EVIL PRANK WHAT WHAT WHATTTTATSYSYTHJDHJ WHO IS THIS GUYYYYYY 1204 replies

🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 OH YES DROP THE BOMB ON US WHY NOT. OKAY. THREE OTHER CELEBS WEREN'T ENOUGH I GUESS. 762 replies

🦇 𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗲𝗲 Grace, you must know I have never been so entertained in my long life. Why, Malleus himself sits beside me and stares down at the screen in bafflement!

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @vanrougee ???? Explain?? ToT

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬♦️ 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗱_𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 @yuur_grace you sweet summer child 😭✋

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎¬ 🐊 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴.𝘇𝗶𝗴𝗯𝗼𝗹𝘁 @yuur_grace YOU ARE ENTIRELY UNCONNIVING. YOU PLACE MALLEUS UNDER INTENSE SCRUTINY FROM THE MASSES AS WELL AS LADY MALEFICIA! YOU SHOULD BE MORE MINDFUL, HUMAN!!

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HEHEHE I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS AS MUCH AS I DID THIS WAS SO EXHAUSTING BUT SO FUN TO MAKE !!! 🩷🤍🩷✨✨ Also pls don't look too hard at the numbers ik a lot of them are wrong I'm sleep deprived and high on 3 monster cans 🤍

[distracted-obsessions]

Mal: "Just let go and go with it."

Simon: "Eventually it stops hurting."

Kalek: "just don't bother with him."

If your Whumpee could say one sentence to their past self, what would they say?

Rule: they can't change where they end up.

[girberta]

GIVE ME MORE FAE'S TWST AHHHHH

[eemamminy-art]

I am thinking about them a normal amount.. I only spent the last 2 months lovingly drawing this doodle page 🥴

[qrowscant]

When a house is both hungry and awake, every room becomes a mouth. 

(poem is “ash”, by tracy k. smith)

[wyked-ao3]

I love this share!!!

✨️Seven Sentence Sunday✨️

(or Monday, lol) Also doubling this as a last line tag from @lychhiker-writes who is bravely alpha reading for me.

I'm re-writing one of my early chapters based on their feedback and this is a clippet from 🌐7 Circles Ch2: A Fallen Star (the rewrite):

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“Y-You’re a mermaid- a merman?!” Seeker blurts out in return, staring in awe at the scales at their hips and the giant fan of his tail that has come up from the water to halo behind his head, all striped in orange and red and white. That large tail slaps down on the water at Seekers utterance, spraying droplets of water into the air as Leo goes from excited to agitated.

He leans forward, still partially out of the water and previously unseen spines flare up from the line of his back, sharp and connected with more webbing. “You’re not from here, clearly, so I’m gonna do you the favor of educating you,” he says with an overly-patient grimace. “We’re called sirens. The words you used are old, extremely rude, and aren’t to be spoken by those with legs. Savvy?”

Seeker's four hands clasp together in pairs, "I-I’m terribly sorry, Leo. I wasn't aware that.. That those words contained such offense." Their upper-left hand comes to rest over their heart and they look to the siren, honest as anything. “Please forgive me. I won’t say them again.”

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Tagging @wyked-ao3 @katenewmanwrites @smellyrottentrees @fortunatetragedy and @the-golden-comet (no presh) +Open tag.

(Hmu to be +/- to my tag games list)

[distracted-obsessions]

Can't You Hear Me Scream? Part 4

Warnings: Collars, kidnapping, conditioning, titles 'Master' and 'Sir', tell me if I need to tag more

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Masterlist

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Sitting by Simon's side had felt like a relief.

After avoiding Simon for a full day for no reason, being able to walk with Simon again felt amazing. All the anxiousness and worry from the fight were gone and now, Mal could breathe again.

But Simon was in a meeting. A meeting that Mal wasn't invited to. Mal knew that Simon didn't like it any more than he did but it still felt like torture. What if something bad happened during the meeting? What if they tried to transfer Mal again? Wasn't he behaving this time? Why would they-

A hand clasped over his mouth and an arm around his waist dragged him back into a dark room. Mal screamed and tried to claw at the hand with his dull, useless nails. It wasn't Simon. It wasn't Simon. Someone was touching him, and it wasn't Simon. It was-

"Shh, calm down, Puppy. I've got you. I'm not going to hurt you. I just can't have you screaming and alerting everyone. Can I trust you not to scream?"

...The Deceiver?

Mal nodded slowly, trying to wrap his head around The Deceiver's presence as he took his hand away from Mal's mouth. "Deceiver?" He asked quietly.

The Deciver let Mal go but kept a hand on his arm. He turned Mal around to face him and smiled, looking perfectly calm for being the city's enemy number 1 in their greatest heroes' base. "Kalek, actually. How are you doing, Puppy? I couldn't help but see you getting a little banged up after our fight."

Why was The Deceiver- or Kalek- being so nice to him? He was evil. He was scary. More than that, Why did Mal feel so calm about it? "I'm fine. Why are you here?"

Kalek gently took Mal's hand and poked his head out the door, making sure no one was coming before calmly walking out into the hall with Mal in tow. "I came to see you, silly. We're going for a drive."

"Why?"

"Because I have a few questions for you. And Ollie has been begging to meet you."

"Ollie?"

Kalek smiled. "Ollie. You'll love him. Very sweet and kind, especially to the strays I bring around."

Mal didn't try and pull away as Kalek led him down the hall. Why didn't he try to pull away? "Where are we going?"

"Home." Kalek squeezed Mal's hand comfortingly and turned a corner, running straight into a hero that Mal didn't recognize. Mal held his breath as the hero shook her head and opened her mouth to say something, maybe apologize, but froze upon recognizing Kalek's face. She pointed a shaking finger at him, about to scream.

"I'm Simon," Simon said.

The hero stared at him for a moment before she shook her head, giving Simon... Not Simon a sheepish and slightly nervous look like they all did when Simon was looking at them. "Oh! I'm so sorry sir, I thought I saw something on your face. I was just on my way to a meeting with a supervisor so..." She waved awkwardly and left as fast as she could. Kalek frowned at her back and kept moving.

"You're not Simon," Mal said after a long moment. Kalek glanced back, surprised.

"No, I'm not. How do you know that?"

"You don't feel like him."

Kalek didn't say anything to that.

Kalek led Mal down to the street and into a non-descript SUV. He helped Mal into the passenger seat and even buckled Mal in before pulling back with a slightly sheepish look.

"Sorry. I'm not used to people being in my car when they're... you know... awake. Car rides put Layla to sleep instantly and no one else likes going to the grocery store so..." Kalek laughed at himself then closed the door and got into the driver's seat.

Mal watched him as he drove. He seemed so... normal. Like the civilians Mal saw in line at the coffee shop or the grocery store. He was a little awkward, a little nervous, and completely ordinary.

"Are you lying to me?"

"No. What's your name, Pup?" Kalek asked, not seeming surprised or insulted at all by the question.

"Mal. How do I know you're not lying to me?"

Kalek glanced over. "Do you think I'm lying? Then I'm not. If I was lying to you, there would be no doubt in your mind that I was telling you the truth."

"That makes no sense."

"Ok," Kalek said, "My name is Abraham Lincoln."

"Really?" Mal asked before he could stop himself.

"No," Kalek said, laughing. He had a soft, self-conscious laugh. It was so extremely ordinary. "Oh, before I forget..." Kalek reached over and, with one hand, undid the clasp on Mal's collar and threw it out the window.

Huh.

Mal stared at him in shock, not sure how to react. He... he wasn't supposed to do that. The only one allowed to remove his collar was Simon. It was policy. It was the rules. It was written in blood and stone. It just was not allowed.

Kalek must have noticed Mal had frozen, trying to decide if he should let it go or have a meltdown, because he rested a hand on Mal's knee, squeezing it comfortingly. "Shh, Mal, it's ok. You're ok. I just can't have them tracking you. Does that make sense, Puppy? I have more collars at home if you need one. Jayne needs one most of the time and Lexi can't leave the house not wearing one without having a breakdown even if it's just out to the yard. Ok? But we have to make it home. Can you make it home like a good boy?"

Good boy! Mal could be a good boy. He was really good at being a good boy! Mal yipped like a puppy and nodded, wanting nothing more than to please his temporary master.

Kalek flinched at the noise then something in his expression shuttered closed and he put both hands on the steering wheel. "Good."

Master didn't say anything else for the rest of the drive. Mal whimpered softly, convinced that he had done something wrong and displeased Master. He was reaching over to paw at Master's shoulder when Master drove up a long driveway and parked in front of a huge house. He turned off the car and gestured towards the door.

"We're here. I trust you know how doors work?" Master jumped out of the car, not bothering to wait for Mal. Mal whimpered again as he took off his seatbelt, wondering why Master was so upset with him. Hadn't he done exactly what Master had asked for?

Mal climbed out of the car and walked up the steps to the door. The order was finished and he was coming back to himself quickly enough that, by the time he got to Kalek, he had buried the feeling of failure under a few layers of calm and was mostly collected as he walked into the house, finding Kalek looking into a box with a raised eyebrow like something about the box was profoundly disappointing. Mal didn't say a word, too fragile to handle that look pointed at him.

"You're home!"

Mal watched as a man- a hybrid- ran down the hall, skidding to a stop a few feet away as Kalek slowly turned his head to fix his stare on him. Suddenly, that thing that had shuttered closed opened again and he smiled, holding out his arms for the hybrid.

"Ollie! Hey, sweetheart! I missed you!" The hybrid smiled and ran into Kalek's arms, letting himself be scooped up and spun in a circle. Kalek put him back on the ground and pressed a gentle kiss to Ollie's forehead, pushing his hair out of his face. "Do you know where that blue collar is, sweetheart?"

Ollie frowned and shook his head, his ears twitching almost constantly. "No, Sir. Why? Is someone in trouble?"

"No, no, of course not, sweetheart. Our guest is just not used to the finer things in life yet."

Ollie frowned in confusion and looked around, finally seeing Mal who was staring at him with eyes so wide they were starting to hurt. Ollie suddenly smiled brilliantly, his tail wagging as he bounded over to Mal, wrapping his arms around Mal's neck before he could step back. He leaned in and nuzzled at Mal's scent gland.

White hot pain ran down his nerves at the touch. It felt like lightning hitting an open wound. He whined in pain and shoved Ollie away from him as hard as he could, backing up as Ollie fell to the floor.

"Hey now!" Kalek said, walking over and helping Ollie up off the floor. "Ollie, I know you're excited but I've told you before, you have to be gentle with the guests."

Ollie's ears drooped and he nodded then looked over at Mal. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you."

Mal nodded. What else was he supposed to do? His neck was still throbbing, the pain keeping time with his heart rate, and Ollie's tail was still moving.

"Ollie, why don't you go tell the others about our guest? I'll help Mal find a collar."

"Yes, Sir." Ollie sent one more apologetic look towards Mal before nuzzling Kalek's shoulder and walking deeper into the house.

Kalek came over to Mal and gently took his arm, pulling him back into the house and closing the door. He went back to looking through the box. "Please forgive Ollie. He sometimes forgets what it's like. Well, they all do, but Ollie especially. The wolves can be a little... rough and tumble but if you tell them to back off they will, ok? You just need to remember to use your words. I'll try to keep an eye on you while you're getting used to them and I'll give you a separate room if you want. There are also two bunnies around, Layla and Tae. They're shy, especially around wolves so I don't expect them to-"

"Why were they moving so much?" Mal asked, not meaning to interrupt but too shaken up to pay attention.

Kalek tilted his head to the side and brushed a lock of Mal's hair behind his ear, turning Mal's head to look him in the eyes. "Why were what moving so much, Puppy?"

"You know!" Mal gestured to his ears and tail then down the hall.

Kalek sighed and ruffled Mal's hair. "Because they're allowed to move. You're allowed as well but only if you want."

Mal frowned, confused as to why they would move just because Ollie was allowed to move them. Still, he uncurled his tail from around his leg and wagged it once. He winced at the ache just from moving it and curled it around his other thigh, instantly regretting his actions as his tail started to tingle like it was getting stabbed by thousands of tiny needles.

Kalek found a collar and stood in front of Mal, holding it up for inspection. "Do you want me to put this on you?"

Mal nodded and lifted his head, letting Kalek fasten it around his neck. Kalek ran his fingers over the leather for a moment before speaking in a soft, almost hesitant tone. "I have a question for you, Mal. What do you think of Simon?"

Mal blinked, started by the question. "Simon? I love Simon. He's kind. He would never hurt me. He's better than any other team leader I've ever had."

Kalek said nothing as he continued to trace patterns into the leather. Finally, he gently cupped Mal's face between his hands and pressed a kiss to Mal's forehead in the same way he had done for Ollie. "Come. Let's get you settled in."

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@risk606 | @fleur-a-whump

[kenchann]

some recent twst doodles

[squidthechaotickid]

I love these two SO MUCH. They should kill each other

[ephemii]

late-night talk, late-night impulse...✨🌙💌

passion brings about passion, what a warm presence you are! (Grace, don't be mean!🤭🤍)

see, maybe that was a bit ambitious, for the hour....

hiii besties i apologize for the long absence, I got swamped with college work and midterms are currently happening, so I barely had any time for myself,,,, this is all I could manage to cook up after the lil hiatus and with my slight burnout, so hopefully it tides yall over until I can make more elaborate drawings,,, thank you for all the love! you're all wonderful🥰🥰

[qrowscant]

eek ok one more wip

[wyked-ao3]

thank you @the-letterbox-archives for the tag this is last line written at the moment for TPKODR chapter 15

yes I will edit it into slightly more pirate language later I was writing while extremely tired so I didn't do that yet 0_o although they are Tarak fleet so slightly different speech patterns

Taz raised an eyebrow and said, “I'm warning you, just because she heals doesn't mean she won't put you into her care by the end of the fight.

Skip a few spoilers

Mal gave a shark-like grin and said, “this is going to be fun.” Oisìn said, “Mal, it's a sparing match..not an escape.”

np tags @the-golden-comet @gioiaalbanoart @jev-urisk

archival file 3114006 (tag game)

thank you @nczaversnick for the tag!! this is a last line tag, so i'll share a small snippet from chapter 2 of dulcinea is dead!

By all accounts, Dulcinea was present up until the moment she laid down on her bed. The ship was small enough that navigating it was like recalling a simple pattern.

tagging @introchasingstars, @honeybewrites, @paeliae-occasionally, @ominous-feychild, @the-golden-comet,

@noxxytocin, @moltenwrites, @tc-doherty, @the-ellia-west, @theverumproject,

@thecrazyalchemist, @laylathewordwitch, @dragonedged-if, @leitereads, @autism-purgatory,

@gioiaalbanoart, @drchenquill, @fenmere, @leahnardo-da-veggie, @melpomene-grey,

@yourpenpaldee, @corinneglass, @agirlandherquill, @willtheweaver,

@davycoquette, @glassfrogforest, @princeofhags, @wyked-ao3, + open tag!