#paladins mal'damba

[darealsaltysam]

I'M WRITING A BIG PALADINS FIC!!!

do you like paladins?? do you like superhero aus??? HOW ABOUT A PALADINS SUPERHERO AU???

this project has been in the works for about a year or two now. ive been planning chapters, figuring out roles for all the champions, and bringing it all together. the final fic will include most current champions as characters - but maeve, lex and ying are the three protagonists, while corvus is the main villian :3

additional major secondary characters include evie, octavia, lian & rei, androxus, bomb king, mal'damba, kinessa & cassie... and many many more !!

i am extremely proud of this opening and i am beyond excited to show you all where this fic will go from here. please, give it a read if it interests you, and leave a comment if u enjoyed! any and all support is appreciated <3

[sgnarl]

ive been meaning to do this ever since that ask reminded me of it, especially since i deleted my pcotr blog pretty much without warning, but here’s some of my old pcotr from the end of 2019 . i was @gaystrix

[coniferrose]

i made a dumb thing for a discord server joke

[mrslugdemon-art]

A gift made for my bestest boi!

[toonsy-doodles]

😳💨!!

[pizdoglazka-blog]

лапуся<3

[nunus-space]

Damba is daddy material...you can’t change my mind

[lazygreedyjim]

[tulogako]

snek

[paladinsficsandpieces]

Realm High - Chapter 4

Realm High is a High School AU fanfic series for Paladins, with a central focus on the Malfern ship.

This is Chapter 4. You can read the last chapter here, or start the series here.

Mal’damba awakens on his couch the next morning to the sound of his telephone ringing. He groans, throwing off his blanket and standing up with a long stretch. The sun outside had only just started rising, and Mal’damba only knew of one person who would call him this early: his mother, Wekono. He also knew that if he didn’t answer, she would just keep calling, so he moved at his own pace.

When Mal’damba finally makes his way over to the ringing telephone and takes it off the hook, he immediately hears his mother say, “Mal! How is my favorite child doing?”

Mal’damba smirks and wearily rubs his eyelids with his free hand. “I’m alright.”

He hears Wekono laugh from the other line. “Oh, that’s perfect. And how is your friend? What was her name?”

“Ying, mom. She’s just as… Ying as ever.”

“I miss her, but not as much as I miss you.”

Mal’damba feels a sting of guilt in his chest when his mother utters the line. “I miss you, too.” Mal’damba lets an awkward silence hang in the air for a moment before he clears his throat and asks, “Mom, how do you get a guy to notice you?”

A hearty giggle comes from the other line in response. “Oh, Mal, you were always one for romance. I love it. Well, I suppose I must ask, who’s the lucky fellow? What kind of a person is he?”

Mal’damba sighs. “His name is Fernando. He plays football and he’s a really kind-hearted guy. At least to my knowledge, pretty much everyone has a crush on him, so… how do I stand out in the crowd? How do I get him to choose me?”

Wekono thinks for a moment before responding. “I think you should try a little bit of flirting. Show him you care. Do little deeds for him and let him take the hint that you like him. After a while, if he says nothing about it, then you should just tell him outright. Understood?”

Mal’damba nods and sighs again. “Yeah, I got it. Thank you, mom. I love you.”

“Love you, Mal. See you soon, I hope.”

Mal’damba reattaches the phone to its hook. He ponders the conversation for a moment before walking to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee.

He had a long day ahead of him.

. . .

Tiny snowflakes fall around Mal’damba as he walks through the streets of his campus. The temperature outside had grown so cold that Mal’damba could see his breath when he exhaled. Bundled up in his sweatshirt and shoving his hands in its pockets, Mal’damba wanders back to the bleachers where he sat the day before. The only difference on this day was that both the football field and the bleachers were completely empty due to the weather.

Mal’damba blissfully smiles at this and takes a seat at the highest point of the bleachers. Using the sleeve of his sweatshirt, Mal’damba wiped snow from his desired seat and took the seat afterwards. The cold steel of the seat he sat upon sent several shivers through his body.

At the highest point of the bleachers, Mal’damba gets to see the the entirety of the football field in all of its glory. When covered in snow, it seemed to look like the most beautiful and breathtaking part of the entire area. Mal’damba sighs as he begins to imagine him and Fernando kissing in the middle of the football field. Snow would cover the pair and freeze them both near death, but they would keep each other warm with their love for each other.

When Mal’damba snaps back to reality, he pulls his notebook and a pencil out of his backpack. He turns to the page with the drawing of Fernando that had been ruined by the team’s football.

“It’s salvageable,” Mal’damba says aloud, referring to the lengthy line drawn through Fernando’s arm. He erases the line as best as he can, and it becomes near invisible, just enough to ignore. Mal’damba blows the eraser shavings created down into the snow beneath him. His pencil slowly traces down the length of Fernando’s arm, and when he draws Fernando a hand at the end to press against his hip, Mal’damba considers the drawing done and closes his notebook.

A loud, deep voice yelling from afar startles Mal’damba enough to make him jump. “Damba!”

Mal’damba looks to its source and finds Strix standing alone in the street he’d walked just moments ago. Strix wore a large, white-feathered jacket, with the hood up around his head making him look like an owl.

Strix throws his arms up, vaguely resembling a confused shrug. “The hell are you doing out here?”

Mal’damba throws his backpack around his shoulders and begins to walk towards Strix. “Needed someplace quiet to concentrate,” Mal’damba replies.

Strix nods his head. “Yeah, I get that, but it’s so cold out here.” Strix takes off his jacket and puts it around Mal’damba instead. Mal’damba immediately feels a surge of warmth and comfort flow through him.

“You don’t need to do this,” Mal’damba says quietly.

“My pleasure,” Strix smiles at Mal’damba. “Come on, let’s go get you some hot chocolate or something.”

. . .

Steam emanates from the cup of hot chocolate Mal’damba held. He sat across from Strix inside of the school’s cafeteria, still bundling in his friend’s jacket. Mal’damba takes a sip of his drink, and feels himself getting warmer almost immediately.

Strix takes a swig of his coffee in response. Afterwards, Strix clears his throat amidst the awkward silence. “Anything you need to talk about?”

Mal’damba thinks for a second. He figured if there was anyone he’d want to confide in, it would be Strix. “My mom called me this morning.”

“Oh?”

“I asked her for advice on how to talk to Fernando.”

Strix chuckles at this. “You could’ve asked me.”

Mal’damba frowns at Strix’s words. “I know, but… I didn’t. I know what I’m gonna do now.”

Their attention is shifted to the entrance of the cafeteria when the doors get slammed open by a few members of the football team. Their loud voices carry throughout the entirety of the facility. Mal’damba easily recognizes the few that came: Fernando, Khan, Barik, and Viktor.

Mal’damba hides his face in Strix’s jacket when he sees Fernando. Strix laughs at this. “Really? Is that how you flirt?”

Fernando, Khan, and Barik all pass by Mal’damba and Strix without a word, or even a glance, but Viktor decides to take a detour to their table. Viktor clears his throat to grab their attention. Mal’damba looks up at Viktor, but notices that Strix doesn’t.

“Gentlemen,” Viktor greets.

Mal’damba nods at him. “What’s up, Vik?”

“Just thought I’d come by and check out what’s up with you two.” Viktor’s eyes dart between several of the things presented before him: Mal’damba, who wore Strix’s jacket and held a cup of hot chocolate. Strix, who stared blankly into his cup of coffee despite their visitor. Viktor clears his throat again and asks, “Are you two on a date?”

Mal’damba’s eyes widen at the question. “What? N-”

“Yes,” Strix interjects. “In fact, I think we might be at the point of being each other’s boyfriend.”

Viktor nods and gives a short salute before speedily walking away.

Mal’damba grabs Strix by the arm and forces his friend to look at him. “What the hell was that?”

A cheeky smile covers Strix’s face. “You don’t win a man by flirting with him. You make him jealous.”

Mal’damba shakes his head in disbelief. “Wh-”

“Here’s my proposition,” Strix says, shaking his arm from Mal’damba’s grasp. “You help me with Viktor, then I help you with Fernando. We both walk away from this with profit.”

Mal’damba bites his lower lip while he considers Strix’s deal. After a moment, he says, “Fine. I trust you, Strix.”

Strix smiles at this. “Good man,” he says, standing up from his seat. “Well, I’ve gotta get to my first class. If I miss it again they’ll probably kick me out.”

Strix walks away before waiting for a response from Mal’damba. Mal’damba covers his face with his hands and groans into them. When he drops his hands back to the table, he looks up at a nearby clock. Seeing the time makes him groan again. Mal’damba gathers his bag, his hot chocolate, and both Strix’s jacket and the coffee he left and carries it all in pursuit of his first class.

[queezlejones]

This was meant to be for day one of malfern week! I took ‘first meetings’ a bit more literally and redrew the first malfern comic I ever sketched. This was way back before we had any lore or anything; I mainly got the idea based on interactions I had duo queue’n with friends; most of them prefer mal as their support and fernando is my boy so it really just kind of started from there. I guess you could say its more in game than lore based, really. Anyway, the rest is under the cut due to length. Enjoy!

[home-of-the-ascended]

The Problem

Mal’Damba: Alright Fernando, I’m ready. Tell me, what is it that’s been bothering you so–

Fernando: I don’t understand why no one will date someone as hot as me.

Mal’Damba: Um...

Fernando: I am a masterpiece! Why, my physique rivals those of gods!

Mal’Damba: F-Fernando...

Fernando: But nooo, the women would rather fawn over Zhin and Jenos and Strix and—

Mal’Damba: Fernando.

Fernando: Hmm?

Mal’Damba: ...you do realize we’re dating, right?

Fernando: ...

Fernando: ...

Fernando: ...So you’re the problem.

[paladinsconfessions]

“So I was just looking back through this page. And I saw Mod Maldamba, was from the states too where we ride to school on eagles. I was just imagining instead of riding a horse into battle Mal flying in on an eagle with his snake.”

-submitted by yoshifw34

~created by Mod Mal’Damba 🐍

[mochivous]

Sleepy heads

[paladinchampions-react]

Any s/o headcannons for Mal'Damba? Specifically if this said s/o wanted to learn more on gourds/wekono?

-The moment when his s/o asks about learning, his heart swells up. Mal’damba loves it when people wish to learn about his culture because it means so much to him. Yet at the same time, he has to be careful of who he is teaching this to. However, since this is his s/o, he is eager to teach.

-It was the cobra that liked s/o before Mal’damba. Even when they started dating, she would appear out of thin air when s/o is around. 

-Mal’damba loves being held; either him sitting in his s/o’s lap, laying on them or being pulled into a hug by them, he just loves it. He doesn’t say this though since he finds it rather embarrassing. After all, he does steal his s/o’s body heat, so what is there to complain about?

[toonsy-doodles]

-throws confetti- sound design is my passion