#malak ask

[whumpsoda]

I bet roommate Malak isn’t as enthralled at first cause yk, Adrastus needs him to keep up appearances for awhile to not cast suspicion on themself.

But imagine Malak comes home and Adrastus gets one of those adult cool decorate mobiles that move constantly as a sort of chandelier esq thing and Malak just slowly goes under the more he looks at it, but it’s agonizingly slow.

Just?? Adrastus enjoying the subtle protests of Malak’s psyche

WOHEO Masterlist “I’m home!” Malak announced, as always, keys jingling as he yanked them out from the lock of the front door. Adrastus focused in on the shuffles of his feet kicking off his boots, tuning out the television they’d flicked on as soon as they’d heard him arrive home.

“I’m right here, darling!” They called back, preparing to project just the right hypnotic spiral to the screen and capture their soon to be thrall’s full, drowsy attention. “Come right over to the couch, okay, dear? I have to show you something you’re just going to adore!”

They swiped through until they found their favorite, a bright, bubbling pink that always had Malak’s mind dozing through clouds of vibrant cotton candy any time he saw it. “Malak, c’mere please!”

Realizing the room was fully silent, save for the buzz of the television, their heart dropped. It was almost as if Malak wasn’t there at all. They nearly made the effort to turn around, but-

All of Malak’s belongings slammed to the floor, a sharp thud that had Adrastus recoiling. They thought they’d find him on the floor - their mind going to the worst possible outcome - but instead he was-

Adrastus melted into a thick puddle of delight, surprise boiling down into joy in an instant.

They’d completely forgotten about the newest ceiling fixture they’d installed, a spiral looking thing that twirled in a seemingly never ending loop. Malak’s jaw was falling slack, his shoulders a drooping mass as he stared with unbroken focus and awe, completely enraptured by it.

They had hoped that would be the case, and the sight of it had them wanting to hug and squeeze him as hard as they could. Jumping to their feet, they made a quick stride to do just that.

“Malak?” No answer, just as they had suspected. He was much too overcome by a trance to even hear them. “Oh, baby, aren’t you so cute.” They grabbed him by the cheeks, pulling him to face them.

Malak blinked. “Ad…?” He mumbled, brows furrowed in sleepy puzzlement.

Giggling, they smooshed his cheeks in and out. “That would be master to you, baby. Isn’t that right?”

He nuzzled into their touch, warmth and docility seeping from their flesh. Slightly he nodded, a smile creeping onto his face. “Uh huh… master…”

Guiding him to the couch, Adrastus snaked their hands from his face to his fingers, rubbing in circular motions that only worked to put him further under.

Almost he sat to the couch, before they were able to stop him. “Uh uh, honey. Couches are for masters, not sillies like you. Sit here.” Gently they had him slump to the floor before their legs, already scratching through his hair.

“S- sor… y…” trailing off as his gaze caught on the screen, Malak sighed into mellow tranquility that he would remain in for the remainder of the night with his master.

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[oonaluna-art]

Raven is so happy to announce she got her ex-husband back, so why is everyone screaming so much???

I want to think that Revan's perspective, in this circumstance, is that she's excited to spend time with a man who she only understands was once her best friend.

Catching up on a lifetime, after memory loss, has to be rough.

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[indeepertidesif]

Could you please tell us what are the ROs love troupes?

Rune: Royal/Commoner, arranged marriage (but it’s not you they’re arranged to marry)

Thorne: Outcast/Outcast, he’s rich but his birth was a scandal, likes causing problems on purpose

Llyr/Llyra: A political nightmare, forbidden romance, second chance romance (optional)

Talya: Doesn’t realize she’s in love, cold but secretly very emotional

Malak: Suspicion at first sight, only soft for you, slow burn of the century

Aster/Astra: Doomed romance (or?)

Yan: Human/Supernatural, marine biologist exploring the wildlife

Haakon: Monster/Non-Monster, touch starved

[lady-revanchist]

And I'd give up forever to touch you,

You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be;

This beautiful masterpiece was done by the one and only @stellorc! I can't even express how wonderful the final art is - Ella as always left me speechless... The scene will be a relevant one in the a future chapter of an Alek redemption fic I'm working on (and that should be updated soon!).

[samtheplatypus]

Charles and Oliver are just a little bit too curious (much like Demien tbh)

Malak was just minding his business fr

They are grounded

[endstar]

Hiya Malak(s)!

Long time now see :3

Anyways, I’ll cut to the shit. Would you like some GOOD assistance in aiding to capture Doug & Bierce and gather more mortal souls? If so I have someone who you’d (probably) like!

Reply if interested x

-Aitnelav

He wants the rat gone

[deityofhearts]

If you would like to play dolls I have a few

I’d love to!!!

[gizkasparadise]

Hey,

I just finished 'I loved Rome more'.

I was absolutely blown away by it, if i must confess, it's something I've read again and again over the last 3 years. It's a truly beautifully heart-wrenching pain that amazes in it sweetness.

I wanted to ask how your version of Revan's story ends. How Alek's story ends (obviously he is dead, but what happened between him and Revan after this point? did they talk? reconcile?).

What happens to Revan?

Would you ever see yourself touching this work again?

Thank you for such a kind message! "Rome" is one of my most favorite fics I've written so I'm glad you enjoyed it!!

To answer your questions (going to add the message Qs too!):

1. How does their story end?

I left it open intentionally, since that way readers can interpret their end journey in a way they best feels fit: want a tragedy? Revan keeps trying to achieve something impossible because her pride and her inability to stop moving won't let her rest and attempt to work through the closure of Malak's death and his ghost becomes an albatross around her neck. want something more hopeful? revan finds a way to bring Malak back in the unknown regions and gives the universe a cosmic middle finger.

My personal headcanon, which you definitely don't need to subscribe to because death of the author, is somewhere in the middle: revan finds happiness in having a purpose again, Malak finds peace in no longer having to fight anything and accompanies her, as always, for the ride. There's a kind of simple happy ending in that, I think!

2. Would I see myself coming back to this work?

This particular fic is 100% complete in my mind and I'm happy where it went! I do, one day, want to get back in and finish the story's sister fic about exile and bao-dur, "give place to better," which will follow kotor 2 (and will likely include this version of revan and Malak in flashbacks)

3. What's the title mean?

The title is from the Shakespeare play Julius Caesar, where Brutus says (paraphrase) "it's not that I loved Caesar any less, but that I loved rome more" regarding his decision to assassinate caesar, his close friend. I feel like the statement really sums up their dynamic in the fic--Malak might be the person Revan loves most in the world, but she loved her purpose more than him until it was too late

Thank you again for the message!!

[whumpsoda]

For the Malak-roommate au I’m imagining if Malak works as a wood worker or construction worker will come home absolutely exhausted

cut to Adrastus having dinner ready and thralling him as he eats and leads him to a warm bath. It’s violatingly gentle, and Malak will not remember it in the morning, but in the moment his battered overworked body will sink into Ad’s arms

(Also it’ll be so so strange to hear Malak speak confidently with little to no stutters—as from what I’ve gathered the stuttering stems from long term enthrallment, correct me if I’m wrong though)

WOHEO Masterlist

Chilly and sniveling in the silent, night air, Malak pulled out his keys with clammy fingers, clamoring to turn the lock as soon as possible. The knob was cold to the touch, freezing up his clammy fingers as he stepped inside, hit with a wave of warmth. “‘M home!”

He could’ve melted into a puddle of bliss as soon as he walked in. After hours upon hours of hard work and labour, finally coming home to his cozy, shared apartment was a blissful feeling. He was so immensely tired he could have keeled over into sleep right then and there. Overwhelming the sickness soon coming over him, radiating heat seeped into his skin.

Though, it seemed he was hit with something along with the heat, something flavorful and vibrant to his nose.

And maybe-

Maybe something else… something that made his head just a little fuzzy… maybe he was just tired…

“In the kitchen, dear!” Adrastus called back - always with the pet names, no matter if he was older or not - leading him along with their voice as he ignored any urge to put down his things or rid his feet of wet boots, mind overcome with a hunger that rumbled up a moan from his belly.

The countertop, along with a table fit for the two of them, were lined with plates and platters of the most delicious looking dishes Malak had ever laid eyes on, drool slipping over his lip as he took it all in.

“Well hello there, my darling.” Adrastus swiped the oven mitts from their delicate, slender hands, a perfectly pink apron tied around their midsection. They strode with confidence, taking him by the cheeks. “I made this all for you. Feel free to dig in, please, honey.”

Jaw falling slack, their touch had his jaw going slack with a pleasurable numbness, slurring out, “All… for me?”

Trailing their fingers tenderly down his arms, they took his hands in theirs and guided him to a seat, taking all the time his heavy, weighted feet needed to get moving. They pulled out a chair and gestured for him to sit. “Yes, of course.” As he sat, slumping into his seat, they rolled their palms over his shoulders. “Feel free to get cozy now, okay, baby? Nice and warm and drowsy and cozy.”

Sighing out a breath of air he sunk into his chair, sipping in a smell of all the food that sat before him, a smile strung over his lips. “Mmm….”

“Dig in.”

Tummy groaning out once again, Malak looked for silverware, yet couldn’t seem to locate any. A hand snuck into his curls, scattering his thoughts in an instant, prompting him to simply cut through what looked to be a pan of sticky macaroni and cheese with his hands. Adrastus giggled at that, and a giddy blush crept onto his face.

“Do you like it?” They whispered, breath blossoming over his ear as did a liveliness in his tastebuds. Vigorously Malak nodded, spooning handfuls of whatever was in reach into his mouth. “Don’t go and choke now, baby.”

Shoveling more between his teeth, he lazily gave them a nod. “‘Course not… uh… um…,” their name - or… title - was on the tip of his tongue, it always was when he got home and everything was all light and bubbly, yet he couldn’t seem to unblock the thought.

“Master.” They supplied, helping Malak like they always did, and his smile widened into a toothy, dopey grin.

“Master…” he mumbled around chunks of food, delicious flavors bouncing up and over his tongue, so many so good he couldn’t name them all with his brain running so slow. That seemed right though, in a way.

“Oh, you cutie pie.” His master cooed, pinching his cheeks and planting a peck to his forehead. “Aren’t you just a little mess now? Eating with your hands like a little baby. Maybe it’s time for a bath.”

Lighting up, Malak’s expression brightened impossibly further. “Batthhh…?”

“Yes, darling, a bath, I just know you love those.” Hoisting him up with minimal effort - an action that seemed strange for a flicker of a second before it was brushed away by the cloudiness of his mind - Malak’s master carried him out and into the bathroom.

“You just sit here and watch the tub for me, okay?” They instructed, plopping him to the floor beside the tub.

His attention was quickly caught by the run of the water. “Yes… masterrr…”

It seemed almost like hours that the water trickled from the spout before it was full, but if Malak was all there he would’ve recognized it only being minutes.

“Alright, you climb right on in, it should be nice and comfortable for you.”

He did as told, crawling into the bath, letting free a pleasant shudder at the magical temperature that coated his flesh.

Their hands suck their way into his locks, frizzy and unkempt, caressing around the heavenly scritches and scratches of their nails. “Mmm…” sinking into their hold, Malak’s eyes fluttered quick to a close, nearly asleep.

“Sweet and sleepy, are you baby? It’s alright, master will keep you nice and safe while you doze. Sweet, sleepy, and docile you are. Sweet, sleepy… and docile.”

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[curtain-caller]

hi if youre still into dark deception im very glad bc i have insane rambling to share.

ao. theory for why doug never says a fucking thing out loud even when a) actively getting beaten to death or b) inside his own goddamn head (besides flashbacks that prove he DOES have a voice actor, so there'sno doylist explanation): you have to pay a toll to do the ritual to confer with a demon/bierce.

bierce, ofc, paid using agatha's life. doug paid with his voice - communication is power, especially for a lawyer and someone who relied on charisma like he did. idk i like the idea of doing Anything with demons coming with a hefty price, whether whatever happens goes good or bad for you.

HI HELLO ANON YES I AM HI HI HI Yeah, I've heard that theory tossed around quite a bit, and I can kinda see it! I have like, one or two doubts that could probably be disproved regarding it (mostly due to lack of information that might be revealed later), but otherwise, I see the vision, and it would make sense for his character. Something something all he's used his words for was to manipulate and deflect his wrongdoings, and actions speak louder than words. It also reminds me of when Doug was yelling for Bierce to open the portal at the end of Bearly Buried, and now that scene is 10x funnier to me. Just the image of Doug standing there at the portal, mouth agape in a silent scream while his mommy issues creep up behind him fucking sends me. Alas, I do wish we had a version of Dark Deception where Doug was able to talk and contribute to the conversations. I know it ruins the reveal of who we are and all that comes with that, but I just need to hear Doug talking shit to Malak ONCE please. You KNOW he'd taunt the hell out of him, tell me I'm wrong. Also, him telling Bierce to fuck off mid-level would be pretty funny. Oh well, at least we've got Monsters and Mortals.

[probayern]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY‼️‼️‼️‼️ I WISH YOU ALL THE BEST i love seeing u on my timeline ure one of the funniest people on this app wishing u all the best and sending u all the love 💕💕

malak thank you 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 ilysm <333

[valen-dreth]

I must know what malacath smells like

wood smoke, heavy iron, sweaty clothes smell, something bitter and organic and like leaf rot in the fall

[foxybluejazz]

I've made a decision! Naming her Lola Foxx

(my Dark Deception oc)

[hythlodaes]

Hello! I never forgot that one fic you wrote years ago, with Revan and Meetra and Malak. Do you think you will ever write more? It comes up in my thoughts randomly <3

hi you are so sweet!! i really do hope to finish it someday, i completely second guessed where the plot was going and lost motivation x.x but honestly i always come back to my fics and update, even if years pass, so hopefully i’ll find some inspiration for it soon!

[cutecatdoodles]

Sorry I’m late to respond but yes! I started following you during your peak Flowey ask blog times, I ran an ask blog with my OC “Vanilla Flower” and we did interact a few times! Out of curiosity, is there another platform you’re more active on that I can follow?

Oh! Vanilla!! I remember Vanilla Flower, she was so cute and I liked her a lot! I've wondered what happened to her in the end, so I'm happy to hear her creator's still hanging around!

And ... I suppose there is my twitter? I post some doodles on there that feel too minor to post on here, so it has just a bit more activity. It is currently being flooded by all the artfight attacks I have to post though. (aaaaaa why did I draw so many of those, help)

[cjbolan]

I want you, dear human, to imagine that you live this...Hi, I need urgent help and donation. The situation is very urgent.

I am Mohammed from North Gaza💔

I have an explosive bullet wound in my hand and I need immediate treatment, injections and bone grafting and I have no extra money

My house is completely destroyed and we need to build a new life

Basic needs

Help me buy winter clothes for the little ones and the family, mattresses and sleeping covers to protect us from the extreme cold.

My two children, my sister Amir and Malak, need weekly for each child

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