#malak fluff

[sleepingdeath-light]

kindhearted blind s/o hcs ; malak

requested by ; anonymous (11/11/21)

fandom(s) ; dark deception

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character(s) ; malak

outline ; “Hey, could you do Malak x kind blind reader? Like, the reader is too kind for their own good, and can't see any danger where they are.”

warning(s) ; brief references to canon typical violence

he has got no unearthly idea how you ended up here because by all accounts you’re the exact opposite of the type of person he expects to see

you’re kind, too kind for your own good at times, and he’s caught you trying to befriend everything from the reaper nurses and mama bear to clown gremlins and murder monkeys

and on top of that you’re completely blind, having lost all of your vision in life and kept that little trait in death

so you have no clue what you’re going to run into because he certainly can’t get you a guide dog

and you almost always run into bother — like you’re a trouble magnet or something similar

you nearly gave him a heart attack when he lost track of you in the hotel, thank satan that the chef monkey was able to lead him to you

he doesn’t even have hair and you’re going to turn him grey

so because of all of the above, malak decided to just have you accompany him when he does his rounds of the various hell portals under his jurisdiction

because he doesn’t trust you to not run head first into trouble during one of your well-intentioned meanders away from him

mama bear loves you because you help out with her babies, and she’s probably the most empathetic demon to your plight — keeping an eye on you for her darling malak and making sure her babies don’t cause you too much trouble

similarly the reaper nurses are excellent caretakers and will work as a team to keep you away from the dangerous areas of the hospital — they also find your kindness endearing and a welcome breath of fresh air so they look forward to your visits

the dread duckies, clown gremlins and murder monkeys all kind of just avoid you or lure you back to malak (or vice versa) because their realms are so dangerous and they’re not equipped to deal with you

the duckies do appreciate your soft and kind demeanour, though

the gold watchers don’t tend to pay you any mind when you visit, just doing their own thing and moving about freely — but they will pull you away from any danger when it shows up

the joy joy gang will look after you using their clone army to keep you out of trouble, but if it wasn’t for malak you’d for sure be dead and eaten

penny is the only one you get along with because she finds you adorable and you can have some lovely conversations with you

hangry just thinks you’re food and lucky does whatever malak says

agatha adores you but she does tend to play rough and she can forget about your blindness and get annoyed when you’re a bit slow or you miss her during a game

but some brief scolding from her dad will usually set her on the right path and she’ll apologise to you for being a bit mean

but all in all, malak does what he can to protect you — both your physical self and your open heart

as both are at great risk of being eroded and harmed by your time spent in hell

[aelithart]

I DREW THEM. For my favorite artist: @kick-girl

These two belong to @kick-girl, no matter what the copyrights say.

[kick-girl]

Okay! Sorry for the double-post!

I made a few edits although they’re pretty minor lol. I hope you like it!!

Jedi Revan x Darth Malak

[multyfandoms-imagines]

Got any headcanons for the daughter-father relationship between Agatha and Malak?

Well i'll try. The work has been rough and i barely had time to think about asks (oof xd)

Agatha and Malak headcanons

•Malak does not really view Agatha as his daughter, but, unfortunately for him, Agatha is. Well. A child. And children do want to have a parental figure

•so naturally, Agatha picked Malak as her dad. I mean who else would be? Who else would had joined Agatha in her nightmare maze to play with?

•Malak had to be here because Agatha, being a child that she is, would cause unnecessary chaos when its not needed. And this girl does not wanna clean up (like any child lol)

•so, to avoid having to spend time and effort into doing it, Malak kind of. Rolled along with that. But it was also wierd and fascinating thing to see how children imagined or viewed evil forces like demons. They were always so... Different from adults

•most monsters are just scared of Malak or obey him like a good minion/creation would, but Agatha is playful and just wants to make Malak proud and happy. At times he wonders if he picked another child-like monster or well, normal human even, would Agatha be jealous? Or would she be happy that she has a friend/sibling to play with?

•of course he brushes these thoughts away, i mean he is a demon. A deal making demon for crying out loud! He has an image to uphold! Not a babysitter for his very own nightmare monster!

•but in his own realm? He may as well stay with Agatha. She doesnt get on his nerves so often and it is -dare he say- nice to hear her stories about getting another victim killed in hopes that her "dad" would be proud of her (he is)

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WARNING: DARK DECEPTION AND THE CHARACTERS IN IT BELONG TO GLOWSTICK ENTERTAINMENT! I OWN NOTHING HERE! I'M JUST BIG FAN! THANK YOU!

Agatha: Daddy, will you read me a bed time story?

Malak: Yes I will, I've got just the book for you my darling. Once upon a time, there lived an arrogant and foolish man named Doug, and he was just foolish and arrogant enough to in chapter 2 of Dark Deception, only to be gutted, scraped, and scratched to death by my lovely, loving Agatha!

Agatha: *Already Asleep*

Malak: Goodnight my little one, sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite.

[mashup-writing]

Gifts & Thoughts (M6); The Arcana

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Summary: The Main 6 and the gifts they send the Main Character. [Upright Endings]

Requested? ❌

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

"Is it obvious that all of this is right?"

-Elijah Woods, 24/7 365.

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Nadia Satrinava:

Elegance, is the word for the gifts she spoils you with.

Everything she gifts you always has a connection to a certain time you have spent together.

A memorable date? A memorable day? A memorable moment? It doesn't matter;

Even the jewels that always color coordinate with your outfit palette has some sort of underlying memory connected to them.

Prepare to get showered with the finest, most intricately detailed accessories that Nadia associates with your shared memories.

Small mechanical inventions for your familiar. Like the little toys she made for Chandra.

Just as much as she pampers you, Nadia spares no expense in both monetary value and thought value to the things she creates for your familiar.

Your familiar is never going to feel bored within the Palace grounds, what with both Chandra and Nadia's little inventions to keep them company when you aren't there.

Light silk clothes in your preferred color palette, while the Vesuvian weather makes velvet and other similar fabrics impractical-

Nadia is well versed with the versatility of silk with the heat.

The silks she gifts you are to be imported from Praka, she will settle for gifting you no other silks but the finest kind in all the world.

The embroidery on these clothing items are always customized:

A pattern of a colorful forest: When you hunted down Lucio's ghost together.

A pattern of a wheat field: For that time you screamed your grievances to the heavens.

A pattern of waves, a small island with a singular angled tree: For the time you swam with her in the High Priestess' domain.

Asra Alnazar:

Scrapbooks is the vibe that comes to mind whenever the gift is from Asra.

For his presents are a mix of both learning, and simple sentimentalities.

There are still times where he goes on his own adventures and whenever he does, he never fails to bring back a tricket (Or five) which had reminded him of you in some way.

A leatherbound journal, with a burnt in pattern. For note taking when you're working on spell adjustments.

A small gemstone imbued with a protection spell, or a spell for luck, or healing- That has been fashioned into a necklace.

Herbs that he dries himself.

Self-made tea blends that he has subjected himself to tasting before handing you the perfected blends.

Matching knitted sweaters for you and your familiar, imbued with temperature regulation spells.

Spell tomes he bought, read, and then annotated with possible helpful tips, or everyday commentary to make your learning easier and more fun.

Julian Devorak:

Tomfoolery. That's it. That's his type of gifts.

A pun book, that he had somehow managed to talk Malak into gently dropping on you.

A sealed bottle with a preserved leach inside, reminiscent of the time you both thought to bathe in a suspiciously muddled pond.

He buys small journals, and writes down his adventure stories within them before handing them over to you.

Sometimes he'd send you a "Doctor's Prescription" that contain sweet gestures such as ten hugs a day, four kisses per hour, a "Nap" with him that lasts at least 12 hours-

Julian is an actor, a performer, an artist, a man of the arts. He always comes up with a new way to make a gift unique from the rest despite them being almost the same in form.

You now have a slowly growing folder of all the Doctor's Prescriptions you have been prescribed.

Thankfully, you only have a single bottle of leech and there is no indication that there will ever be another one.

Muriel the Outsider:

Handmade. Everything he gifts you is made with love, adoration, and quiet devotion driving his hands.

Sculptures both realistic and abstract, with the wood carefully polished to bring out the unique patterns.

Spice blends foraged and dried by himself from when he goes foraging in the forest every month.

Very seldomly, he gifts you flowers that he dried himself. Whenever he finds some that he likes the colors of.

He doesn't gift you dried flowers often, he appreciates nature and it's bounty but finds it hard to see any flowers as beautiful enough to be given to you.

Home cooked meals that Muriel tries his best to perfectly season and cook to your preferences.

Whenever trading caravans pass by Vesuvia, Muriel heads into the city and does his best to peruse each and every cart. Looking for something that might "Speak" to him as something that suffices as a gift for you in his eyes.

If there is no specific thing that meets his standard, then he'll look for materials in the carts instead so that he can make you something.

Portia Devorak:

Literature; Portia learned to read and write quite late in life, those two skills have become an integral part of who she is and what she sees as art and worthy of praise.

She writes you verses, poems, short stories- and she scatters them in the nooks and crannies of your shared home for you to find unexpectedly.

The paper is always subconsciously imbued with her magic. Whenever you touch the paper, you end up getting a glimpse into what she was feeling for you when she wrote the piece.

She gifts you books of stories she always comes back to, and books about the history, customs, and culture of the places you and her are sent as Emissaries to.

She makes sure to read through these books herself first, inserting slips of paper with her own viewpoints on a particular scene, or poems inspired by the scene (and the fact that she imagined both of you in it).

She also makes sure to always get you a box of the most delicious looking and smelling treat in the bakeries you visit on your Emmisary trips.

Lucio / Montag Morgasson:

The World. (No, Lucio does not get you the world turtle- As cute as they may be.)

He is no longer the Count, he has renounced that stature in favor of being a mercenary once more.

On your excursions, Lucio takes the time to sit down and take in the sights with you. Talking about everything and little nothings all at once.

Sometimes he sneaks in a purchase when you're both in the marketplace stocking up on supplies, stuffing it into his pack when your back is turned.

He never knows where or when he's going to give it to you on your adventures, but he knows that he'll know when the time is right.

Lucio picks flowers from the paths you're walking to place it either in your hair, or he pins it to your shirt.

If you get sad when it inevitably wilts away, Lucio reassures you that it's nothing to be sad about because the memory of your happiness from receiving the flower will metaphorically be keeping it alive.

If you find a way to preserve it with magic, he'll buy a sturdy box (He also asks you to enchant it with a few spells for extra safety) in which to keep all the flowers taken from your journey.

Once the box is full, it finds a place on the mantle of your shared home.

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[vesuvianhermitcrabs]

SNUGGLING THE FAMILIARS

(A/N: i'm going through a rut and i absolutely hate everything i write at the moment so i ended up making some fluff for y'all)

Faust – Faust will wriggle up your arm and squeeze your whole entire being until your soul comes out your ears. she knows that technically you can't squeeze her back very well, but she would still like you to try. sometimes when you're with Asra she doesn't know who to hug (she'll settle for binding your arms together)

Malak – logistically it's a little hard to snuggle a bird this size. however he still tries to show affection by nuzzling you with his head at random; and if he sees Julian do it often enough he'll try to hug you. the hugs are just Malak wrapping his wings around your ankles or face (depending on what's most accessible)

Chandra – unfortunately, Chandra doesn't really do cuddles. if you really want to, you can try to hug her, but she would much prefer some head scritches or perching on your limbs. although, she might nuzzle up to you if she's feeling really affectionate

Inanna – an extremely large wolf who believes she's small after years of living with a very big man. she lays on you and crushes all the air out of your lungs like a soda can. Inanna snuggles are super comfy, as a whole lot of doggo means a whole lot of fluff. you might get poked with some of the twigs stuck in her fur when she performs some happy wriggles though

Pepi – cat cuddles!!!! she sits on your chest and naps, making you unable to move for hours at a time. Portia gazes upon you in pity when she sees this (she's laughing her ass off). when Pepi awakes it's to make biscuits on your belly (OW.) very soft and little, honestly the cutest being to ever exist

Mercedes and Melchior – sandwich. all you can see is white fur and there are tails wagging against your shins. you are trapped in a pile of dog and there is no escape. i'm sorry if you had hopes and dreams, but you will never move again. until one of them spots a bird or a squirrel or Lucio or anything even remotely distracting. then you're free again

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Hello!! What about the M6 with an Mc who still sleep with stuffed animals?? I still need to lol

The Arcana HCs: When MC sleeps with plushies

~ I hope you're ready for some lighthearted, tooth-rotting fluff anon! this one's dedicated to Pooh-boo, my loyal dream guardian of 22 years, and his many friends. thanks for the lovely prompt! - brainrot ~

Julian

Hey, you do you! If it helps you with stress or sleep then he's not one to judge

Seriously though, does it actually help with sleep? What about nightmares, does it help with nightmares? It does? Good to know, good to know ...

He will ask you if they have names and personalities and then suggest you introduce them to him. He will also jokingly introduce himself to them and thank them for their service

He now refers to them as "the children"

If you have any kind of discussion or lighthearted disagreement he will bring up "the children" and tell you that they're on his side

No really, they think he should stay up a few more hours too! They're so invested in seeing how this study turns out, you wouldn't deprive the children of that, now would you MC?

You should really join him at the Rowdy Raven tonight, MC! The children will be fine for a few hours, they think it would do you good as well. Malak can babysit them!

Speaking of Malak, if you get a raven plushie at any point in time it's Julian's favorite child

He will threaten to replace Malak with it if he doesn't behave

He doesn't mind you bringing the plushies to bed as long as he's still the main thing you're snuggling with. He has been known to wake up holding one with no idea how it got there

Asra

They think it's the most adorable thing they've ever witnessed, please never stop, it'll make them so sad not to see you all cuddled up and cute like that

Will snuggle them with you if you're okay with it

Makes a habit of bringing one back from every trip, in all the colors of the rainbow. Sometimes he'll name them in advance and concoct a ridiculous backstory for when he introduces them to you

Back when you were still recovering, they would sometimes leave a dab of their perfume on one of them so you wouldn't miss them too much at night

When you realized that he missed you on his trips too, you went out and got him a small one to fit in his bag and keep him company

They cried a little after you gave it to them (without letting you see)

It really helped him cope with your memory loss to know that you still wanted to be a part of his life, even when your condition and his isolating habits made it difficult

They have a favorite of your plushies and will cuddle it in front of you before they leave so it's charged full of all their snuggles to share with you while they're gone

Faust likes hiding in the pile of them and playing peek-a-boo, popping her little head out at random intervals

She refers to all of them as comfy friend and will threaten anyone who laughs at them

Nadia

Very, very surprised when she finds out, to the point of being momentarily speechless

She's not judging you at all. She just figures that it's a specifically MC thing that you like to do, even if she doesn't understand the appeal

When you start sharing her chambers with her she's initially a little put off by having them in her space

Not because she dislikes them, but because they're seen as childish and she's spent the last thirty years at least doing her best to distance herself from any and all childishness possible

She still likes to spoil you though, so she will regularly purchase new ones for you until you have enough to bury yourself in them

You notice she tends to get owl-themed ones, especially when they're made of similar material to her comfier clothes

She does grow to like them eventually

There's even a few well-founded rumors that she was spotted talking to them when you weren't around for her to verbally process her thoughts

Looking at them becomes almost as soothing as meditating

She will never admit to any of these things

Funnily enough, she does feel the need to be in a different room from them whenever she wants to heat things up with you a little. Something about their innocent little gaze freaks her out

Muriel

He doesn't say anything the first time he sees you hunker down with one, but his face and his mind are both screaming "What."

Genuinely did not know that anyone past the age of five could do that

Assumes that it's because you don't have a familiar yet and this is your way of coping. He knows he sleeps much better with Inanna around

He suddenly decides that he likes your habit when Morga makes several negative comments about it on your trip South. He'll quietly suggest you put it between the two of you so it doesn't roll out

He knows they're important to you, so he makes sure to have a good spot for them in the hut when you move in

Ideally somewhere out of Inanna's reach. You both know she probably doesn't care that much but neither of you wants to find out how quickly she could rip one to shreds if she felt like playing

He does find that they're very soothing to hold and squeeze sometimes, especially after a taxing day

He'll come inside and carefully wash his hands before sitting by the fire with one, idly smoothing his massive fingers over it if he accidentally squeezes too hard

If you charge one full of your cuddles and hand it to him to keep him company while you're gone, he'll turn bright red and sweat

He will keep it nearby and safe until you return though

Portia

She laughs when she finds out

Not the mean kind of laugh, the friendly kind of laugh that thinks it's a little silly but in a good way and very endearing

She loves how cozy they make the cottage feel. Don't just keep them in a heap, put some on the couch! On the chairs to hold a place for unexpected guests! By the fire, but not too close!

She never sleeps with them herself, but she doesn't mind them joining you at all

She does like playing with them though

Most of the time it's just to tease you. She'll hold one in front of her face and wake you up with a silly voice

Other times, if she's bored and in a very specific mood, she'll go full storyteller mode and use them to act out entire epics

The last novel she read? It's being dramatically reenacted on your stomach, complete with little red ribbons for the backstabbing scene:

"Blood! Blood! Blood! And ... DEATH."

You will never be able to read Hamlet the same way again

You were worried that Pepi might try to test out her claws on them but it turns out that she likes to nap in them instead. Which makes her hard to spot, because she is also very small and fluffy and cute

Portia once used an old skirt of hers to make you one for when she took an ambassador trip without you. It's your favorite

Lucio

When he first saw you holding one as a ghost he laughed so hard it made you jump

Gave you so much grief for it at first that Asra finally snapped and threatened to shove one up his -

- you know what, that would be too cruel to the plushie in question

He didn't comment on it again, and later apologized quietly once he had more practice acknowledging his mistakes

He still secretly thinks it's babyish until you ask him to hold one for you while you're juggling your traveling pack

It's so ... soft. And oddly comforting

Tries to hide the fact that he's reluctant to give it back when you're ready to hold it again

But now he reminds you to bring it to bed every night, because you sleep better with it, right? Yeah, no other reason

Except that you keep waking up with it missing, only to find it snuggled under his chin

He claims every time that it just got there because he was cuddling you, and doesn't say anything when you start bringing at least two to bed instead

Throws a fit when you get him one of his own because he's scared that his gauntlet might tear it. He names it five minutes later and now they're inseparable

He got one each for Mercedes and Melchior so they aren't tempted to chew on any of yours. Or his

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Nevan, what was the first time Malak said your name?

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Nevan hadn’t meant to get sidetracked from his thrall duties, but when Malak had gripped to his dress with those muscled arms of his, pleading to Nevan with big, round, puppy dog eyes, how could he ever resist?

Carefully Nevan sat beside Malak over the fuzzy tickle of the rug, delicately folding his skirt under his knees. “How… how do you play…?” He asked, taking one of the toys from the other thrall. His master didn’t allow him dolls, or any toys at all for that matter.

Malak, swaying, lazily pointed to his own doll propped upright in one of the chairs inside of his dollhouse. “Mine… mmmm… ‘s sit…” his brows furrowed, teeth gritting as he made the attempt to spit out whatever was failing to translate in his mind. “Pay, paying… um, um…”

Nevan nodded thoughtfully. “Is she… paying something…? Is, is that what she’s doing?”

“Uh, uh huh. Mhm.” Fists clenching, Malak took a breath as his expression dropped cold for a flicker of a moment, something shining through his hazy gaze.  “I… I… did. T- tax… t-,” 

“She’s paying taxes?” Nevan chuckled. “That’s silly. You’re so silly Malak.” He patted the other thrall upon the head, Malak’s wide, giddy smile returning as whatever flame lit inside of him was put right back out. “What’s your doll’s name?”

“Uh, ummm…” Malak thought for a moment, gears turning before his face brightened joyfully. “Nngh…! Nev- …aaan…! Nevvvaaaann!” He sang, cheeks squishing as his smile strengthened.

“Oh.” 

Malak giggled. “Nevvv… aaaaannnn…” 

“You said my name.” Nevan paused, clasping his gloved hands together as warmth blossomed to his face. “You said my name!”

“Nevan! Nevan!” Malak repeated, evidently overwhelmingly excited by his friend’s delight. He was overcome with magical, unstopping laughter, a mixture between a light giggle and the gravel of a hearty laugh lying underneath.

“Malak!” Nevan pulled the other thrall in for a tight hug, one Malak easily melted into with a drowsy grin. “This, this is amazing! You’re amazing!”

“Real… reallyyy…?”

Pecking Malak on the forehead, Never eagerly allowed Malak’s laughter to grace his ears. “Of course.”

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Vesuvia Weekly: "Not How That's Supposed to Work"

It's fluff time let's goooo!

In which Julian tries to be helpful and ends up causing a bit of a mess, but it all works out okay in the end. Featuring Julian, Malak, my apprentice Damian, and a cameo by his familiar Oswald the bat. And once again partially inspired by another amazing headcanon from @iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia

About 2650 words. No warnings, just a whole lot of fluff and Julian being the amazing drama king he is.

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If that night proved one thing, it was that Julian should never be trusted with cleaning up the magic shop. 

Particularly not with sweeping.  Sweeping things only ever led to disaster.

True, Malak was partially responsible for the latest disaster.  But Julian would never blame him.  Not when it was his own move that caused the current catastrophe.

All Julian had wanted to do was attempt to be helpful.  His work had—blessedly – ended earlier than expected.  But, as was the way of the universe, he had wound up stopping by Damian’s shop at almost the exact moment that Damian was on his way out.  So while Damian was off getting more stock for the shop, his trusty bat Oswald along for the ride, Julian took it upon himself to do the one thing he truly could do to make Damian’s job a little bit easier.  Cleaning up a bit, he thought, would be a simple but important gesture.  

And something that he couldn’t possibly mess up. 

He was right.  For a little while.  Julian was able to sweep up the actual shop floor without too much trouble.  It helped that Damian always kept the storefront clean.  But their shared living quarters upstairs were an entirely different matter.    

In their shared quarters, Damian had a shelf full of little treasures that he had collected over the years.  Some were Damian’s own finds or creations.  Others were gifts: Asra’s finds from his travels, gifts from Nadia, little abandoned things that Portia had found around the palace… things of that nature.  Julian always had to be careful when dusting these shelves.  One false move would lead to something crashing to the floor, shattering into a million pieces. 

Which was exactly what happened. 

One of the trinkets was from a young woman who Damian had once sold a good-luck charm to.  Julian had been rather perplexed and incredulous at the idea.  Luck couldn’t possibly be altered by magic.  It was too great and powerful of a force. 

Julian had expected Damian to argue with him.  But he’d actually agreed.  Good-luck charms, Damian had explained, were far more often protection charms.  They simply worked better if the person wearing the charm believed they would be lucky. 

That hadn’t exactly clarified anything for Julian, but he was starting to learn to roll with it.  Mostly. 

Either way, the charm had apparently done what the young woman had wanted it to do, since she had thanked Damian with a handmade little porcelain animal: a striped orange cat playing a guitar.  How she had found out that Damian liked cats in the first place was simply one of the universe’s great mysteries.  Knowing that Damian played guitar was far less confusing, since he and Julian had done a few impromptu performances together, particularly in places like the Rowdy Raven.  Whatever the case, Damian was certainly enamored with the trinket.  Julian couldn’t help but agree.  He loved the silly little cat guy. 

Of course, that was exactly what the broom handle knocked into.  

Malak had chosen the exact wrong moment to try to steal something shiny.  Admittedly, that was a near-constant hazard when doing much of anything upstairs.  Though by now Malak had learned which things his chosen human would be actively angry or upset about him stealing, he still tried to scoop up a few other things.  And Julian’s retaliation was instinctive by now.  He whirled around and started shooing Malak away.  And that was when the broom handle officially got out of Julian’s control. 

Julian dropped the broom the moment he heard the crash.  And he swore when he saw the mess that he had made.  The poor little orange cat was headless now.  And the arm or paw or whatever-it-was was nearly halfway across the room.  The guitar had snapped so convincingly that Julian was almost surprised he hadn’t heard the twang of broken strings.  The poor cat’s tail was in four different pieces. 

“No, no, no, no, no…” Julian blurted out.  “Oh, Damian’s going to be heartbroken…” 

Glad he was still wearing his leather gloves, he scooped all the pieces up as best as he could.  Then he stood, carrying the shattered remains of Guitar Cat, and looked helplessly around the room.  

“I have to do something about this…” he said to no one in particular.  “He can’t see this mess, he can’t… aha!” 

The first thing his desperate search found him was the wardrobe.  It was a rather small wardrobe, and felt even smaller with all of Julian’s coats taking up more than half of it.  So cluttered that it would be very hard to find some pieces of shattered porcelain.

He quickly stuck the broken pieces into a pocket of one of his coats.  He practically slammed the wardrobe door behind him.  And he leaned against it, letting out a long sigh. 

Now what? 

Guilt was starting to creep in before Malak cawed reproachfully.  Julian was still getting used to listening to the weird magical voice in his head that was apparently Malak just talking to him and not imitating words like corvids could do.  But the message was clear enough this time. 

“Gah, you’re right, that was a stupid, stupid plan…” 

Still in pure panic, Julian tossed the wardrobe door open and fished the remnants of Guitar Cat right back out of his pocket.  Then he returned to frantically pacing around the room in hopes of finding a solution.  Perhaps by some sort of divine intervention.  That seemed the only way to solve this at the moment. 

Especially with Damian bound to be home any minute.  

“Maybe… maybe we can fix it,” he rambled at last.  “Damian has thousands of magical things down there, one of them has to put things back together…” 

Malak cawed again.  Another very clear message. 

“Right… right, glue of course…” Julian mumbled.  “But, gah, there will still be cracks everywhere won’t there?  It won’t look nearly as wonderful, and Damian will find out that I made a mess of things, and—” 

Another caw from Malak.  Julian stopped in his tracks. 

“Uh, yes, right, of course,” he blurted.  “Fix first, worry later.” 

Without further ado, he sped back down the stairs and started looking for some way to piece Guitar Cat back together.  

He didn’t find much.  Not much that he actually knew the function of, anyway.  He’d had one too many instances of accidentally causing large problems by touching Damian’s alchemy stuff to risk doing it again.  Particularly in the midst of an entirely unrelated crisis.  

So Julian resorted to trying to stick everything together like a puzzle.  Maybe that would buy him some time, at least. 

He was so focused on fitting all the tiny pieces together in any way that he could, that he didn’t even register the fact that said pieces were actually staying put.  He didn’t notice the little sparks of magic trailing from his fingers.  He didn’t see the way the cracks and shattered edges all sealed up.  He was that lost to his own guilt-stricken panic.  

Malak, on the other hand, saw it all very clearly.  And if Julian had been paying attention, he might have seen the decidedly smug pose Malak had taken up. 

After a few more minutes of frantically sticking Guitar Cat back together, Julian was abruptly brought back to reality by a now-familiar hum.  Damian was using his magic to open the shop door.  Julian’s usual teasing about simply using a key without all the other fuss was far from his mind.  He whirled around, paler than usual with guilt, instinctively attempting to hide Guitar Cat behind his own form. 

The door clicked open.  Julian’s heart seemed to shoot to his throat.  There was a familiar little squeak as Oswald flew in first, immediately dangling from his favorite rafter.  Malak fluttered up to perch right above him.  Julian was sure they were engaged in some silent conversation between familiars.  Probably laughing about how stupid Julian had just been.  But he couldn’t afford to focus on that. 

Not with Damian walking through the door. 

“I’m home,” Damian called. 

The adorable habit would have made Julian smile on an ordinary, non-disastrous day.  And he would have responded with a “welcome back,” and then an increasingly elaborate story about his day.  But this time, entirely different words flooded out of him.

“Oh, Damian, my love, my light, please forgive me.” 

Damian paused halfway through the door.  He raised an eyebrow at Julian. 

“Okay...” he said slowly.  “Forgive you for what?” 

A dagger in the gut would have been less terrifying.  And more deserved.

And of course, Julian immediately proceeded to do an absolutely terrible job of explaining the situation. 

“I was only trying to sweep the floor,” he rambled, “and Malak swooped after something shiny-- but no, no I can’t blame Malak, and please don’t be mad at him, this is my fault entirely...” 

“What’s your fault?” Damian asked.  He was starting to look a little alarmed.  “Julian, whatever you did, it can’t be worse than the glittering slime incident, can it?” 

Julian flushed.  “Ah... well... the mess caused by the glittering slime was at least fixable...” 

“You broke something?” said Damian, more trying to solve the puzzle than accusing Julian of anything. 

Julian let out a sigh.  He stepped aside, head bowed. 

“I’m sorry, my darling,” he said soberly.  “My foolishness led Guitar Cat to a terrible fate.” 

Damian walked right up to the shop counter.  His shoulder brushed against Julian’s.  Julian had to fight the urge to hurry away.  Or to cry out that he was undeserving of Damian’s touch.  Neither would be helpful, but both felt appropriate in the moment. 

Damian hummed thoughtfully.  “He looks fine to me.” 

Julian’s chin dropped.  “Uh... what?”  

Damian picked up Guitar Cat.  Julian’s heart skipped a beat.  He instinctively reached out to catch the pieces that were absolutely not attached to each other in any way and were sure to plop right back to the counter.  But somehow, like a miracle, Guitar Cat stayed whole.  Damian even twisted Guitar Cat around to give it a full inspection. 

“He looks fine,” Damian repeated.  He looked up at Julian, confused and slightly skeptical.  “Did you drop him on the carpet?  Does he have a chipped ear or something?” 

It took Julian a full three seconds to form words.  And even then they were far from coherent. 

“I... wait, wait, no, this is not... this isn’t possible,” he stumbled.  “It shattered.  I saw it.  I was sweeping upstairs, and I hit it with the broom cabinet, and... I decapitated Guitar Cat!” 

Damian’s eyebrow crept higher.  “Sounds a little extreme, doesn’t it?” 

“Damian, I swear to you, with Malak as my witness, that Guitar Cat was headless before you walked in,” said Julian.  “I almost hid his remains in the wardrobe!  Malak talked me out of it, and then I tried to fix it, but I didn’t know if there was anything like glue around here, so I started piecing it back together in some vain hope of--” 

“Love, you’re rambling,” Damian said gently. 

Julian instantly snapped his mouth shut.  A blush crept all the way to his ears. 

“Uh, sorry...” 

“It’s alright.”  A hint of a smile tugged at Damian’s lips.  “This is a mystery, though... let me test something.” 

He must have been testing something with magic, since Guitar Cat was covered with a faint glow.  When the glow vanished, Damian gave a rather firm nod, as though the entire mystery was solved already. 

“I thought so.”  

“You, er, you thought what?” Julian asked. 

“You fixed it,” said Damian. 

Julian could only blink at him.  “I...?”

“You used your magic,” said Damian.  “I’d know your handiwork anywhere, Julian.  I’d guess your doctor instincts kicked in.  You were so determined to save your porcelain patient that you used magic without thinking about it.” 

“I... that’s... but, uh... that isn’t...”  Once again, Julian’s words utterly failed him.  He shook his head and made another attempt.  “But that’s not how this works.  That’s not how magic is supposed to work!”

“Actually, that’s exactly how this is supposed to work,” said Damian. 

“But... but there wasn’t any spell circle, or incantation, or fancy hand gesture, or magical regents, or... or anything!” 

Damian slowly put Guitar Cat back on the counter.  He turned to face Julian, looking him directly in the eye.  Julian started blushing again.  

“Julian.” 

“Y-yes, love?” Julian stuttered. 

“What am I always telling you about magic?” said Damian. 

Oh no.  He was using his Teacher Voice.  Julian had absolutely zero defenses against his Teacher Voice.  The only thing he could do was attempt an answer, even if he had no real idea what that answer was.

“That... you have to be careful what you wish for, because of what it will cost to get it?” Julian said hesitantly. 

Damian’s smile crept higher.  “No.  Good job remembering the first rule of magic, though.  What’s the other thing I keep telling you?” 

Julian was absolutely certain his face had actually caught fire at that point.  But he tried again.   

“That... magic comes in many different styles and it’s alright that I don’t master every single one of them?”  

Damian laughed fondly.  Julian adored that sound.  He found himself smiling, his expression equally fond. 

“Closer, but no,” said Damian.  “At its core, magic is all about intent, remember?  You must have really wanted to fix Guitar Cat.  I’ll bet that was the only thing you were focusing on.  And your drive led you to using your magic.  Even if you didn’t notice it.”

“I assure you, I did not,” said Julian. 

Malak cawed from the rafter, startling Oswald.  The poor little bat nearly lost his grip.  Damian made sure that Oswald was happily dangling again before speaking up once more. 

“Malak clearly noticed,” said Damian.  “And I noticed.” 

Julian couldn’t help it.  He tried to protest.  “But I can’t...” 

“You can,” said Damian.  “And you did.  Look at it this way.  Fixing things is similar to healing, isn’t it?  And your healing magic has grown in leaps and bounds since our first lesson.  It’s even better than mine by now.”

Julian ran his hand through his hair.  “I’m, uh, not so sure about that...” 

“I am,” said Damian.  He caught Julian’s hand.  “Julian, for as long as I’ve known you, you’ve wanted nothing more than to fix things in any way you could.  No matter what that meant you needed to do.  And it looks like that meant doing magic you’ve never really done before.” 

Julian tried to argue with that.  He couldn’t.  So he sighed instead.  “You always did see the best in me, Damian.” 

“That’s because there’s a lot to see,” said Damian.  He kissed Julian’s cheek.  “Come on.  Help me put all this stuff away, and then we can have another magic lesson.  I want to see if you can fix that old pot we keep meaning to replace.” 

Julian grinned like a little kid.  He playfully saluted Damian.  “Yes, sir!” 

Oswald, watching the proceedings, shook his head at this familiar banter.  Malak still managed to look very smug, almost as if he were about to launch into a very long I told you so to Julian. 

But Julian was thoroughly distracted by other things.  He did actually help put Damian’s things away.  And then they both tackled that ‘fixing magic’ again.  Julian struggled at first.  He couldn’t stop getting in his own head, and trying to recreate the panic that led to the resurrection of Guitar Cat didn’t work. 

Then Damian tried motivating him with cheek kisses.  That turned out to be the best teaching method yet. 

By the end of the night, they had a perfectly pristine pot, a very smug looking raven, and a thoroughly embarrassed little bat.  

And Julian was thoroughly looking forward to his next magic lesson.   

[kick-girl]

time for some more quick fanarts of my fav ship! 😋 Darth Malak x Jedi Revan

[arcanarubinaito]

Short Story Taglist

I’ve been meaning to compile a list of content tags I will commonly use, and their meanings. This both gives me a handy reference to use when I’m finalizing everything to post—because honestly I blank out on how to tag it once I get to that point, lol—and I figure I’d post it as both a reference for my own readers and a potential resource for other minific authors here on Tumblr.

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mally presents…

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LOVE PLAY!

- cupid’s competition

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☁️ - summary: y/n’s highschool is known for their advertisement community, excellent students and grades, great opportunities but mostly clubs in all genres. the competition between those clubs was intense for the only reason: the best club year award between all of them. going from ballet club, to photography, art, but most importantly, drama club. y/n being part of it and finally getting the main role in the new school’s play “Cupids”, and even better the group in mainly formed with her friends. even if everything seemed to go well, the play was the perfect opportunity to make their last year of highschool a win for the theater club before leaving it behind. but the dancing club thinks otherwise. the two groups having the best actress y/n l/n and the best dancer, nishimura riki. both of them have big dreams and this competition is to the first step to achieve them, which will make them despite eachother. but, what will they do when they’ll be forced to work together to win?

☁️- pairing: student!nikixfem!student!reader.

☁️- genre: fluff, angst, crack, highschool au, enemies to lovers.

☁️- warning: cursing, mentions of food, fights, mentions of blood, talks about anxiety, stress, rumors, school toxicity, tba…

☁️- status: slow updates, coming soon!

☁️- taglist: open! ask to be added.

feat (some) members from: ENHYPEN, ive, le sserafim, p1harmony, red velvet, txt, itzy, &team…

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profiles: dramatic bitches | da boyz 🥶🥵

dancey dance club

episodes:

1! “new play?”

2! “wonyoung x y/n 4ever 🤞🏻🤞🏻”

more tba…

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-> author’s note: hiii! this is my very first work and smau so please be kind, I’m still learning of to use most of this stuff and I’m kinda scared if y’all will like it or not so yeah no mean stuff 💔💔 also I’m happy to take any kind of advice!! thank you very much, this was malak.

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[forsungie]

pairings. park jisung x female reader

genre. fluff, mature content

warnings. oral (male receiving), unprotected sex (practice safe sex!), spanking

halos alas diyes na ng gabi nang umuwi si jisung galing sa laro nila chenle, inaya kasi ito ng mga kaibigan na maglaro ng basketball. dahil minsan lang naman, hinayaan mo si jisung, ngunit hindi mo inaasahang masyadong gagabihin ito.

pagdating ni jisung sa condo na tinutuluyan niyong dalawa ay madilim na ang loob, patay na ang mga ilaw. paniguradong tulog ka na dahil may klase ka pa bukas.

nang mahubad ni jisung ang suot na sapatos ay dumeretso ito sa loob at saka binuksan ang ilaw, halos humiwalay ang kaluluwa ng binata nang makita kang nakaupo sa sofa habang nakakrus ang braso.

“baby naman, nagulat ako sayo!” sabi pa nito habang nakahawak sa dibdib.

pinigilan mo namang matawa sa reaksyon nito, “bakit ngayon ka lang? parang wala kang pamilya ah,” biro mo.

natawa si jisung, “ngayon lang kami natapos maglaro, baby, sorry.”

lumapit si jisung sayo para humalik, “maligo ka na muna, pawis na pawis ka.”

“hindi ka sasama?” nakangising tanong sayo ni jisung.

“park jisung! tumigil ka, anong oras na,” tulak mo sa kaniya. “doon ka na, dalian mo, maligo ka na.”

at dahil si jisung yan, hindi mo matitiis. kaya ito kayo ngayon sa loob ng cr habang binoblow job siya.

“tangina, baby.. haah..” ungol nito habang hawak ang buhok mo.

subo mo ang kalahati ng tite niya habang jinajakol ang natitira. ayaw ni jisung na pilitin kang pagkasyahin sa bibig mo dahil hanggat maaari ay ayaw ka niyang saktan. nakatingala si jisung habang sarap na sarap sa ginagawa mo sa kaniya.

“ahh!– stop.. baby, stop.. i want to come inside you,” pigil sayo ni jisung.

itinayo ka ni jisung at saka ka hinalikan nang mariin.

“mhmm, let me prep you first.”

you shook your head, “i'm wet enough, it's okay..”

tinitigan ka ni jisung, “sure ka?”

you nodded. hindi na nag dalawang isip pa si jisung na ipasok sa puke mo ang tite niya habang nakaharap ka sa nakatiles na dingding ng cr niyo. ilang linggo rin kayong hindi nakapag sex ni jisung dahil sa studies ninyong dalawa kaya medyo naninibago ka sa pakiramdam ngayon.

hinihimas himas ni jisung ang dalawang pisngi ng puwet mo habang nag aadjust ka pa sa kaniya, hanggang sa napunta ang kamay niya sa dibdib mo. pinisil ni jisung ang utong mo gamit ang hintuturo at hinlalaki niya habang hinihimas naman ang isa.

“mhmm.. you can start moving,” sabi mo.

dahan dahan namang bumayo si jisung sayo habang ang mga kamay ay nasa bewang mo. hindi mo naman mapigilang mapaungol nang malakas dahil alam na alam ni jisung ang ginagawa niya, alam niya kung nasaan ang kahinaan mo.

habang patuloy sa pagbayo si jisung ay pinosisyon niya ang kamay niya sa clit mo at saka sinimulang irub iyon.

“jisung! ahh, fuck.. haah.. oh my god! faster please! malapit na ko, baby.. hmm..” ungol mo.

jisung doesn't need to be told twice kaya naman lalo niyang binilisan ang pagbayo sayo habang nirarub pa rin ang clit mo.

“mhm.. sabay tayo, baby, haah..” hingal na sabi ni jisung.

dahil sa gigil, hindi na napigilan ni jisung na ispank ka. hindi naman ganun kalakas pero bumakat pa rin ang malaking kamay ni jisung sa puwet mo.

sa huling bayo ni jisung ay sabay kayong nilabasan. iniharap ka ni jisung at isinandal sa dingding saka ka hinalikan. nanginginig pa ang mga binti mo kaya binuhat ka nito at ibinaba sa bathtub para linisin.

matapos niyong maligo ay nanood kayo ng movies habang magkacuddle sa kama hanggang sa umabot ng madaling araw.

[commander-krios]

Happy KOTOR Exchange treat @alyssalenko! Thank you so much for your help on the Exchange and pinch hitting when I needed it. I made this little fic for you as thanks.

Title: My Sweet Predictable Pilot

Summary: "You’re a good man, Carth. Always have been, even if you don’t believe it.”

She always knew him better than he knew himself. Carth wasn't sure if that was a Jedi thing or if it was just Triya. But one thing he did know was that he loved her more than he ever thought possible.

Words: 1081

Rating: T

Relationship: Female Revan/Carth Onasi

Additional Tags: Fluff, Marriage, Post-Canon, Family, Teasing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

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When Carth returned to the helm, he found her sitting in the copilot seat, humming something under her breath. A song, perhaps, but it wasn’t one he knew. For a moment, he leaned against the wall by the navigation system, arms crossed and a smile on his lips, listening. It was wrong to spy on her, he knew that, but there was something about her that made him calm, made him… dare he admit it: happy?

No, that was ridiculous. He was a grown man who didn’t need anyone to find happiness should he want it.

But dammit it was tempting to credit her as his reason for being at ease and at peace for the first time in his life.

The humming stopped a few seconds later, leaving the cockpit in silence and he realized he’d spent too long standing there, spying on her. 

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to come fly this thing?”

That weird Jedi Force thing she did always creeped him out, but then again, Triya was more than just a Jedi now, wasn’t she? 

She was his wife and even now he couldn’t believe it.

“Tell me where you want to go, beautiful, and I’ll fly you there.”

He inwardly slapped his forehead at the response, unable to help the things he said when he spoke to her. Even now, after learning her true identity and coming to terms with everything that happened in his past, after fighting by her side and taking down Malak and the Sith, after marrying her… He was still unsure how to handle her some days. She had proven herself time and again that she was no longer the Sith Lord, but she had become so much more. She was everything. 

Her kindness was chief among the reasons he fell in love with her in the first place.

Triya glanced at him from around the side of the copilot seat, a smirk curling her lips, her wide light eyes bright with laughter that she didn’t give a voice. Her dark hair was still wet from the sonic, curling around her face in a way that only made her more beautiful. He could barely make out the freckles on her face in the darkness. 

“Oh you will, will you? Don’t make promises you aren’t willing to keep, Onasi.”

He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped. No matter what plagued the galaxy, Triya found some light in the dark to keep everyone sane. Even if it meant teasing him to get a chuckle.

“Why? You don’t think I’m a man of my word?” Carth moved further into the room, sinking into the worn synthleather seat he’d claimed the day they’d stolen the Ebon Hawk.

She leaned back against the cushions of the copilot chair, closing her eyes with a sigh, smile lingering. “You’re always a man of your word, Carth. It’s predictable.”

That wasn’t what he expected to hear and it definitely wasn’t something he wanted to hear. Especially from her. “Predictable? I don’t think anything about our lives has been predictable.”

“Perhaps. But you’re a good man, Carth. Always have been, even if you don’t believe it.”

Triya spoke so plainly, but it meant everything to him to hear those particular words. Because at the beginning of everything, revenge was the only motivator he’d had. Now he had Dustil. He had a new chance at life.

And he had her.

“Yeah, yeah. I get it. That doesn’t mean you can call me predictable and not get called out on it.” 

She smiled again, the teasing in his voice reaching her. “Pre-dict-able.”

Carth had to fight another laugh, refusing to rise to the bait and start an argument with her over it. No, he had a better idea and one she’d probably see coming, damn Jedi tricks, but it was the only thing he had that could compete.

Predictable, my ass.

Carth lunged across the space between them, grabbing her by the hand and pulling her to her feet. She collided against his chest, her hands settling against the warm soft fabric of his jacket. Her eyes opened, grey-blue in the light of the ship’s interface. He could see those freckles better and he took the moment to trace them with his lips, kissing the dimple in her cheek when she smiled, and the tip of her nose.

“What are you doing?” She asked, raising an eyebrow as he pulled her even closer, arms wrapped around her waist.

“Didn’t see that coming, did you?” He said as he went for the spot on her neck that always drove her wild.

As soon as his mouth touched her, he could feel her legs go weak and he had to hold her tighter to keep her from falling. When he returned his lips to her mouth, she took his kisses greedily.

“Carth, there is nothing wrong with being predictable.” She murmured against his lips. “My sweet predictable pilot.”

He laughed again, moving away slightly so he could meet her gaze again. “You don’t find it boring?”

Triya’s fingers gently touched his cheek, the expression looking back at him as enticing as the hooded eyes she got when they were tangled in their sheets. Or as beautiful as when she laughed with every bit of herself. Or the appreciation when she watched him cook in the mornings, wearing nothing but his underclothes.

God, he was helplessly in love with her and he didn’t want salvation.

“Nothing about you could ever be boring, Carth. Because I love you with every ounce of who I am.”

Carth couldn’t help the rush of love he felt at her words, at her gaze, at the feel of her warm body pressed along his, her fingers clutching his jacket. He loved this woman in ways he’d never loved anyone.

Resting his head against hers, he whispered his confession into the darkness, letting them touch her lips and her heart in the same way she had his. “I love you, Triya. Since the day we met, you’ve had me on my knees and I will spend every day begging you to love me a little more.”

Triya stared at him, unblinking. Her fingers gripped his jacket tighter before she pulled him to her, her lips on his before he could even breathe. If he lost all ability to breathe at that moment, he wouldn’t even miss it. Not with the woman he loved in his arms.