#mallekweek

[theartisticapparition]

Crockercorp Mallek <3

Day 1

[dailymallek]

Babe, wake up, new Mallekweek just dropped! July 1 - 7 Remember to tag your contributions with #mallekweek or #mallekweek22 so we can share it! <3

[maybl00d]

Mallek Week Day 5- God tier

Thief of time Mallek

[heuristicallyinclined]

MallekWeek: Day 1 Crockertier

Rating T | Word Count 828

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If this were your husktop, you’d know what to do. 

Fuck, if this were your husktop, this wouldn’t have happened in the first place. 

You have have firewalls, you use secure connections and proxies, you don’t click stupid shit, you know your security is good enough that something wouldn’t just slip through and easily bypass everything and execute a file allowing remote access to your machine. This kinda of thing just wouldn’t have just happened. 

It’s different when it’s your pan though. You are becoming intimately aware of that as you can practically feel the tiaratop searing through your skull.

The first thing that you can even think to compare it to is mind control. It isn't that. Not by a long shot. you're cerulean, that shit wouldn’t work on you. It shouldn’t at least. But you can still feel that tug, the thoughts that you’re having that aren’t yours and the ones that are you can feel becoming less and less yours. It’s not the same as when you do it to the drones. They’re not the same, they’re not alive, not like you. It’s getting harder to tell yourself that when you can practically feel it embedding itself into your pan and starting to twist what’s already there. You think about how viruses work, about tech and how organic it really is, sometimes to the point of uncanny valley, how much intersect there is between the two as your heart races and your hands go numb as you try to tear it off. 

You have no idea if being aware of this rewiring of your electrical signals makes it better or worse when it doesn’t change how fucking screwed you are.

This was always a possibility. You knew this. You know how the game goes when you constantly reach into places that you’re not supposed to be in and take shit that isn’t yours, eventually someone wasn’t just going to try to grab back, but succeed. You had back up plans, plans on top of plans, but this is a situation you just couldn’t imagine was possible. Why would you even think to plan for or figure out how to get out of tech based mind control? 

Why would you ever think to plan for or figure out how to get out of tech based mind control? 

Fuck, but you couldn’t pass up at least trying to get in. It was too big of an opportunity, a direct connection to some of the empire’s most guarded information. Yes, the drones were involved and you’re not going to pretend that it wasn't an extremely tempting part of it, but it wasn’t even close to everything that you could have accessed through using it, you mean, that you can now access. 

You didn’t fail at getting it. Not really. You still got access and you can see all of it, delivery routes, movement patterns, active tasks, threat management, and resource acquisition. You can even see it and understand it in ways that you never have even dreamed of before. You just happened to get more than you bargained for and that wasn’t necessarily an issue, not if you used it right. You’ve been trying to do this, to get this level of control, for sweeps. You couldn’t just let it go to waste, Not when all of this was right in front of you, not within reach but actually in your grasp. 

Could you really just waste it?

You had never had this kind of chance before and now it was yours. How often do you really just get what you want, what you really want? Someone else was going to come along and take it eventually so why not have it be you? Would they even know what they were getting, how much they had actually gotten access to? You were the one that found it, who had been working for this, who had been lucky enough to figure out what you were working with anyways. You would never have developed the technical skill required to even come close to doing this before. You know you wouldn’t have, because now you learned exactly how much you actually didn’t know and how what you did amounted to jack shit.  

That's not an issue for you anymore though. 

What did it matter if you had to do a few jobs on the side to keep it up? Having a few side projects was the norm for you and you could actually do what you wanted to do. You were going to be stuck doing some sort of military shit for the empire no matter what you did, so why not enjoy having a job that suited you better, where you didn’t have to think so small and could have everything the empire knew right in the palm of your hand and get to use it? It was a pretty sweet deal.

Especially with how much control you have now.

[kiananah]

Trickster Mallek Shimeji Update

Google Drive Link Here

I had some indecision when it came down to it, so allow me to introduce both Nacho Cheese and Cool Ranch flavors of Trickster!

Some features:

They be hyper; Super bouncy and moving fast!

Gravity? What's that?

Little animations, two of which are shown above!

Happy Mallek Week!

[streams4bytes]

Mallek week 2022 day 1: Trickster/Grimdark/Crockertier

I don't know why but when i first saw this prompt when the list came out i became obsessed with the idea of grimdark Mallek. JUST LOOK AT HIM, HE'S SO COOL!

[hi-i-do-stuff]

SHIT I'M MISSING MALLEK WEEK

[pinktatertots99]

mallekweek day 5: sgrub/godtier

tbh after re-listening to his routes i started getting seer vibes. -and for context on the snek tail its like...probably along the lines of how jade’s godtier happened maybe-

[kaioken16]

A Test

MallekWeek 2022 Day 5 - SGRUBS/God Tier

Rating T

Word count: 1054

Character(s): Mallek Adalov

AO3 Link

Summary: The Rogue of Time, feeling a little bored decides to test some of his powers across his planet. (Mallek’s POV)

You sometimes wonder if this was all a dream, that any moment you were going to wake up and realize that none of this was real and you were still on Alternia when the worst thing you had to worry about was being shipped off–planet and not taking part in a universal game that shapes reality and gave you godly powers.

But here you were, the official Rogue of Time, doing nothing but playing with your new powers. You were bored and there was nothing to do but kill time, ironically enough as a time player that was something you found funny. So you decided to start messing around with things on your planet.

Your first test was on some of your robots who were performing their daily tasks around the area, you had positioned them all over the planet to assist the denizens and keep a look out for intruders. Your attention is drawn to one of the drones setting up one of your many apparatus, the machine like the other born of your likeness and your sign.

It wasn’t a narcissistic thing, you didn’t have an ego about it. It was more of your unique brand if nothing else, this was your way of distinguishing them as your drones and it made your denizens a little comfortable.

Keeping your distance, and hiding behind a boulder, peeking your head out you point your finger at the robot, it glows red and above the robot’s head, a gear symbol appears, slowly moving to slow the natural flow of time. You then open your hand before balling it into a fist.

“Suspend.”

As soon as you spoke that word the gear floating above the robot stops moving, and so does the robot as if you turned it off but it wasn’t natural, you froze its time as if you hit pause on a video. You then slowly open your hand again and make an opening gesture with your hand.

“Resume”

On your order, the gear starts moving again and the robot unaware of what happens continues moving. You then decided to let it be and continue with its duties.

You now find yourself before a large oak tree it looks like one of the trees for your friend’s world, you were just focusing your attention on a large tree positioned in front of you, raising your hand out, a large red gear icon materializes over the tree, your hand glows a similar red hue, and with the twirl of your fingers in a counter-clockwise direction.

“Rewind.”

At your command, the tree’s outline glows red and as if the image was on a screen, the tree was beginning to grow smaller, the large branches that stretched out were shrinking and retreating back, and the tree was becoming younger until it becomes a simple sprout that was no bigger than your thumb.

“Huh. Cool…”

You were genuinely amused by this action, it was very surreal how effective your powers were, but you also understood that they were stronger here on your planet, your dominion. You then start twirling your finger in the opposite direction, and the gear over the sprouts starts moving in the same direction.

“Flash Forward.”

Now the sprout was growing becoming taller, the branches begin to shoot forth, and the leaves begin to bloom, until it returns to its original majestic size, dwarfing you as you look up at the wonderful sight. You wave your hand away to deactivate your power over the tree, standing up, you extend your blue wings, letting them stretch out before you take flight.

You had already tested your quote-on-quote standard time abilities, but now you wanted to see your specific powers as a Rogue. This would be a little drastic but you could always reverse it afterward, you just wanted to see how and if it would work.

You make your way to another location on the other side of LORAS. Here you found those two creatures again, was a large reptile-like beast with rock-plated scales, it was eating boulders and minding its own business. On the other side was a large bird creature that was dressed in armour plating, its feathers were grey and it looked very old and tired, it was sleeping.

You keep a good distance away from these literal titans as from previous experiences, they weren’t very friendly when compared to other denizens that lived here. Staying high in the air, you extend both arms out, each one aimed at the creatures.

The symbol on your chest begins to glow bright, along with your whole body as two large red hourglasses materialize over the two creatures. This was dangerous but you were confident you knew what you were doing, and you could use your restore ability if anything goes wrong.

“Exchange: Give and Take.”

Your voice echoes as an energy current flow from the hourglasses creating an infinity shape, both creatures glow red and the reptiles become larger, their scales become more dominant over their body, their skin becoming more wrinkling, their claws becoming longer. On the other hand, the bird becomes newer, its grey feathers return a white hue, its armor that was worn out and cracked was becoming shiny and pristine, and the creases along its body disappeared as it spreads its wings being reborn again.

“Whoa… It works.”

You were amazed at the results, and even more, surprising neither of the creatures was harmed. They were the perfect test subjects for this ability due to their large lifespans, as you knew these two were hundreds of sweeps old. The reptile creature was in the adolescence of its life, and the bird creature was near its elderly stage.

Exchange, give, and take. This ability was your primary skill to steal the time for one and give it to another. You could use this ability on living and non-living things, you stole the reptile’s time and gave it to the bird restoring its youth. In combat, you can steal time from your enemies and give it to your teammates.

It was very powerful but also dangerous as you could potentially kill someone with this technique. But you already knew if it came down to your friends and the enemy you know you wouldn’t hesitate to do so.

“Alright, that’s enough testing for one day, time to go eat.”

[mallekweek]

MALLEK WEEK 2021!

[Writing and Drawing Prompt List]

@dailymallek we’ve decided to host a Mallek week again!

Thank you all for your support throughout this past year~~ [all mods]

March 8th - 14th

Day 1: Robot

Day 2: Sacrifice

Day 3: AU DAY [Bloodswap, humanstuck, trickster...)

Day 4: Fashion

Day 5: Love

Day 6: Sburbland

Day 7: Free day!

Tag as: #mallekweek or #mallekweek2021

[plasmashark]

Happy mallek week! Day 1: robot

[felinedynamite]

So mallek fucking died and now he's a pissed off bot

Plus some doodles

Mallek stop your scaring your moirail.

Kuprum and Vikare helped him make the bot, Folykl's just along for the ride.

SnakeDad is SnakeSad :(

[popcorn-kitten]

Mallek Week Day 2 - Sacrifice

Rating: T+ Warnings: melancholy, pailing mention, death mention Summary: Drabble - Nobody Knows Mallek's thoughts on drone season. @heuristicallyinclined Read on ao3

Drone season comes and goes each sweep like an obnoxious plague. The forced break from progress almost throws him into a fit each time as those on his ship are absorbed with quadrant mates. They come and go and others arrive on his deck only to make a mess before absconding.

If there was one thing Mallek truly felt hate towards it would be drone season.

Not to say Mallek was a prude by any means, he was more than happy to fill a pail when stressed like any other adult troll with such proclivities BUT when it came to collection time his mood soured.

Mallek didn’t think of himself as someone who had time to entertain a relationship. His last pale relationship was cut short due to distance and the difference in aging leading to the little rust passing several sweeps ago.

Mallek had done his best to keep Diemen safe but he couldn’t get a transfer approved and truly didn’t have the pull he wanted when it came to other ships. He would never know what happened to Diemen. Not really. The wiener-obsessed troll sometimes didn’t seem to understand when he was in a bad situation and even in the deepest of feelings jams he wouldn’t open up about the abuses he suffered.

Mallek hadn’t taken another diamond and had no plans to.

Besides, he was too busy.

He had a revolution to assist with and it wasn’t safe to be open about that work with anyone. It wasn’t fair to put that danger on another troll.

As for flush and pitch, there was no way Mallek could give the time and effort it would take to sustain that type of relationship. He wouldn’t be able to chat idly and his schedule didn’t allow for dates. Not that he needed it. Mallek didn’t need anyone and no one deserved the type of troll he’d become.

There was a time when someone had gotten close. They’d made him shiver and flush when they smiled at him. Showed him that they cared with a simple squeeze of his hand. But they left with no goodbye and he had to move on.

So, moved on he had.

He had gone off-planet, fought in battles, clawed his way to his position where he could work with what he loved, and was blessedly left alone.

Mallek’s musings were brought to a halt when his husktop dinged. Another troll in need of a pailing partner had matched with him.

Mallek glanced at the other’s pictures and information and shrugged to himself before accepting the match.

It’s not like it mattered much. They would meet up to awkwardly tangle themselves together enough to produce some slurry and never speak again.

That’s what Mallek wanted and what he liked. Something quick with no strings or commitment.

Mallek liked being alone.

Mallek was used to being alone.

Mallek deserved to be alone.

[kiananah]

Mallek Adalov Shimeji

Mallek Week - Sburbland

I wanted to contribute at least one thing to Mallek week, so I finally got around to finishing the alternate version to my shimeji, Rogue of Time Mallek! 

I tried getting some little details in there, he falls slower compared to his other version, his landing is softer, and I changed how the climbing animation works a bit. 

Learning how to do a wing flutter certainly was an experience too! Speaking of, I tried to keep his similar to butterfly wings like how the dancestors had them, but also tried to get his sign into the design as well.

Google Drive Download - here

When the shimeji is running, right click the icon in the tray and select “options” > “choose shimeji” to switch between them or have them both out at once

Shimejis run using Java

[streams4bytes]

Mallek week 2022 day 4: angst

Everything is simply a shape, a form, an identifier to let other's recognize me as me, but then what.

I literally couldn't see him sad so i just shinji chaired him.

[heuristicallyinclined]

MallekWeek2021 Day 4: Fashion

600 words | AO3

"Is this you?" you ask, holding up a photo.

In it is a young cerulean boy grinning widely at the camera. His hair peeks out from a beanie swooshing out to the sides until it reaches his neck. He is wearing wide, baggy pants with large side pockets and a shirt several sizes too big with a familiar zigzag on it. He looks much scrawnier than he is with how he's basically swimming in all that fabric. Flat, chunky skate shoes press against his board, angling it up in what looks like either the beginning of a sweet trick or sweet plant.

It's pure fucking gold.

He looks up from his own stack of clutter he was sorting and takes it from you, chuckling when he sees it. "shit; this one = from when i was starting to learn how to skate; i haven't seen this in a while;"

"How old were you?"

"about six;" he thinks to himself "yeah; that was when i had my tohnee hawkke phase;"

"More like starting it," you tease.

He shoves your shoulder, smiling. "i have some more stuff going on now; not just boarding;"

"I’m just surprised you didn’t hatch with a mohawk. You really committed to the skater look."

"becoming a pro skater means looking the part;"

"Sure. You looked real fucking gnarly.”

He snorts.

“How'd the actual skating go?"

"this picture; was taken moments before my first heel flip;" he says proudly.

"Nice.”

He continues in the same tone, "and minutes before i fell off the rail i tried to grind on;"

"No helmet either," you frown.

"yeah; != my best move; luckily i just got a little scratched up; the worst part was my lusus was so pissed when he found out; he confiscated my skateboard for two wipes; it didn’t really teach me a lesson; but i did have some time to pick up some a new hobby;"

He gives you a conspiratorial grin.

“Wait, that’s why you started learning how to hack?”

“no; that was way before that; i watched a lot of grubtube videos and gave myself a shitty little poke and stick;”

You recall how much of Mallek you’d seen since you met him. You don’t recall a shitty tattoo anywhere there, but granted, you might have been distracted.

“Where?” you ask.

He pulls up one of his sleeves, revealing what looks like a small smudge.

“my wrist; i had no idea what i was doing so it didn’t really take evenly and it ended up looking terrible; it’s mostly faded now so at least i don’t look like a dumbass; plus i = getting a sleeve done soon and that = going to cover it completely;”

“Cool. Any idea what kind of design you’re doing?”

“yeah; i have a few sketches;” He looks around the debris caused by the two of you attempting to organize his shit. “somewhere;” He frowns, “i think they were on the coffee table;”

“We moved shit off the coffee table onto the couch to wipe down the table.”

“and the couch = covered in clothes that used to be in the kitchen;”

“Why?”

“because of spills;” he states, borderline alarmingly plainly. “so they’re going to be buried until we finish this; this = why i don’t clean;” he sighs.

“This is because you don’t clean,” you state, putting the photo off to the side for safekeeping and returning to your stack to continue sorting. “Come on, I want to see those sketches.”

“sure;” he resumes as well and the two of you resume your previous rhythm, making steady progress through the mounds.

Until you find another picture of him, slightly older, sporting what looked like the unfortunate bastard child of a mullet and mohawk.