#rip to malina

[hawkp]

If Will Bailey has no fans, I am dead.

[elidelochans]

Not me sobbing uncontrollably in a Queen Malina chapter

[yuripira4e]

I love writing my characters just a little bit deranged when they like people. Like most of my adult characters are p chill if I write them in a romantic relationship but my teen girl characters especially? Genuinely just some freaks

[boombambaby]

Kuzco doesn't immediately realize what she's talking about, having somehow missed the pink while he was rubbing his head, ouch and his ears flatten against his head in offense. "Hey, I don't know what you're talking about, you're the one who-- " He lifts a hoof up to make his point, realizes that it's a HOOF and not his HAND and promptly freaks out. "AH! What happened!? What. . . why am I a llama again!?" He cries, frantically patting himself down with his hoofs.

In reality, she would ask for forgiveness in private if she had done that. She doesn't want to break his heart like that.

Hmm maybe she'll consider doing that when HE turns back to his human form. Because as he defends himself and steps back, surprisingly, a pink cloud enveloped his entire form, she retreats as she sees the cloud dissipating after some miliseconds, revealing a llama version of Kuzco standing now before her. She blinks.

"Oh well, that definitely killed the mood". She mutters.

[playboysaleen]

Kalopisa. (2)

Kalopisa: (n.) The delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are. 

Parings: Victoria Neuman x Supe!Reader (GN) (Slight AU)

Chapter One - Chapter Two

Summary: You never had the best life. Being abducted at a young age, being raised in the most wanted mafia as a weapon, hell- becoming the most feared in the gang. But…Truth is, you only wanted freedom. Being able to wake up and not have to wonder if you were going to see the sunset again. What happens when your wish partially comes true and you are offered your freedom but at what cost? Oh, you’ll see. 

Warnings: Death, Swearing, everything you done seen is the Boyz is what you should expect here.

Word Count: 3.4k (not proof read.)

Slight AU.  Slight German dialect. Reader speaks and has a french accent. I realized that in the show they are russian....its slight AU anyways they gonna be german here so bear with me lol. This chap is a little background on the reader. So you can grasp the reason why the reader is the way they are.

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A little backstory on you since now the boyz are on their toes to get you not only their wish but yours as well. 

When you were a toddler, you were taken from your family by the underground. Nina your ‘boss’ was on the table to wipe your entire family including you but when she entered the room to see you hunched over your dead mother crying she did not hesitate to create a soft spot for you. Well, it wasn’t the tears you were spilling but the sight around you. She could care less about the cries but the bodies that laid behind you. She didn’t mind the sippy cup of milk that was dripping from the nightstand but a smile grew on her face when there was the blood seeping into your clothes from the mess you made. The death of four of her men ignited a flame in her…she had a weapon. 

Weapon this. Weapon that. That was all you were. The constant urge to rip that woman to shreds but for what? To be on the run for the rest of your life? Fuck that. You remember sitting on the kitchen counter watching Nina clean the blood that stained your jaw. You kept your guard up but her hand was placed against your cheek and it sent you over the edge. You cried in her arms for a few seconds till a firm grip on your jaw caused the sobs to stop in your throat. Eyes were locked and you could smell the anger in her veins. She was disgusted with your emotions.

After that night you remembered walking back to your room with her hand giving you a reassuring squeeze every now and then till you were guided past your door down the hall. You still remember the smell of infected flesh and alcohol once her hand was placed on the handle as she opened the door. You were thrown into the room with a few other men that were quick to attack you. Waterboarded then zapped with volts that could fry a human to a crisp, then waterboarded again, strung up and beaten till your face was unrecognizable. It hardly sent you over the edge but what got you to your limit is when they would not feed you. You couldn’t go two days or more without feeding- you became submissive. Leaning against the bars, using the last of your weight to extend out your hand when Nina crouched down to your position smiling your way. This went on for years until there was nothing left in you to cry about. Till this day, you could feel the zaps against your neck when the water engulfed you whole when you stepped into your shower. You were 11. Eleven. 

Who was Malina? Ah, a story that does indeed get you riled up. On your 18th birthday you were granted to leave the underground for the night with the friends you made to celebrate your entrance to adulthood. You had a friend that wasn’t with you in the shithole you lived in. Malina. Meeting her was a bit sketchy but from the life you lived it was a simple weekly drug deal you do on the daily. You leaned against the run down building playing with your hoodie strings when the woman appeared around the corner. 

“Took you long enough,” You muttered out, pulling the wad of cash out of your pocket as she huffed, sending you a bright smile. 

“Tony did not shut up about what to wear for tonight, I completely lost track but hey! He is coming and he is bringing along his friend.” She spoke out reaching for the money when you pulled your hand back sending her a look. She chuckled, removing the backpack and unzipping; showing you the product. You nodded waving the cash in her face, 

“Tell Tony I’d give him a big fat kiss if I was not gay.” You joked out earning a laugh from the girl in front of you. She grabbed the payment without her fingers running over your own. Her smile faded as she took a step towards you, 

“I’ll make sure Tony keeps all this under the rug for tonight.” She whispered, you stayed silent feeling her breath against your lips. Your eyes ran across her face but stayed on her plumped lips when all you could do is nod. You always felt this bubbling feeling in your stomach when you met her two years ago, but you couldn’t do much about it with you being 16 and her twenty-two. You heard the men from the underground mention women and it was safe to say you had a little crush on the woman but throughout the two years, you were coming to understand maybe you did like her. 

“See you tonight Malina.” You whispered, taking a step back making your way out of the alley. You opened the backpack taking another glance to make sure the supply was correct knowing Malina she just grabs and runs your way. The small box labeled ‘Red River’ sent a huff out your mouth but you took a peek to see the blue vials knowing it was another successful deal. 

“Je ne vais pas boire, j'ai dix-huit ans, pas vingt et un, idiot” (I am not going to drink. I am eighteen, not twenty-one dumbass.) You scolded the man slapping the back of his head. Dani pointed his beer your way when another bucket was placed on your table. Music softly rang throughout the poolhall when all you wanted to do is go slam your head against the concrete wall. You were babysitting these connards (assholes) instead of actually enjoying yourself. 

“How about this,” Danill laughed out, placing a beer in front of you. “You drink with us and I will take the next name tomorrow. Have time with that mutterloses mädchen (motherless girl) of yours.” You rolled your eyes but gave in when you grabbed the bottle taking a long swig. Danill and the goons cheered, patting your back as you huffed, grabbing the pool stick, walking to the table. 

“Qui va se faire botter le cul ensuite?” (who is getting their ass beat next?”) you sang out swiftly hitting the 8 ball into the pocket. Alexi grumbled out some German swears plopping down the seat next to Danill. 

“I got next.” You turned to see Malina removing her coat, you noticed Tony whispering to the girl next to him. ‘No one is going to see you.’ His friend nodded, releasing a shaky breath. Her eyes locked with yours and everything stopped. You could hear her heart beating in your ears and you couldn’t stop the small grin that painted your face. You found your next meal. Malina pulled you into a hug when you wrapped her arms around her waist as the feeling disappeared from within you. You leaned back but your body froze when her lips were placed against the corner of your mouth. 

“I got twenty on V.” Tony blurted out, Danill raised his beer his way adding, 

“I got twenty on your friend then,” Tony chuckled, waving his bill, slapping it on the edge of the pull table. V was your alias name to everyone you knew but the truth is, you don't even know your real one. The night was spent betting on you and Malina plus a couple rounds of booze. It was safe to say you were indeed having a good time. 

“Oh my god, this is my song!” Malina gushed, grabbing your hand that was focused on hitting the solid ball when it sent the 8 right into the pocket. Some groaned and most cheered getting money into their hands but you were more focused on trying not to trip over your feet when Maline dragged you through the crowd. You were freaking out, you didn’t know what to do- hell, you didn’t know if you could even dance. Your thoughts went silent when your hands were placed on her waist pulling you in. You followed her movement but soon slowed down when your eyes flickered to Tony's friend starting your way. Tony was too focused on trying to get the same treatment you were getting. He was in love with his best friend, huh good luck with that. You hummed softly when you smelled the nervousness from the girl in front of you, she wanted to kiss you…and she did. You let yourself get lost in this feeling but the sad truth about it all was that it wasn't yours. It was hers. 

“Nadia!” You heard Tony yell out over the music when you turned your head breaking the kiss. Malina chased you down for another kiss but you pulled away following a very stressed Tony. Exiting out the back, you walked down the alley to find Tony with his hands in the air shouting. 

“What do you want from me Nadia? I gave you everything and you’re already head over heels for the fucking kid?” 

“It’s not that Tony, please just stop.” She pleaded, Malina stood next to you watching the sight unfold. Tony was jealous? Do you? You took a step when Tony gripped her arm when she tried walking away. 

“Tony stop,” Malina shouted, Nadia's head turned your way when you stood there matching her gaze. A static voice sounded in your ears but you were quick to flinch at the feeling of warmth splattering against your face. You turned to face Malina but all you saw was red. Blood invaded your nose but the overwhelming feeling of pain struck you deep, you turned to see Tony with his hands behind his head panicking.

“Oh god Nadia, we need to go.” He pleaded yanking on her coat when all she could do was stand there frozen under your emotionless gaze. 

‘This is Beta-2, Suspect 2 has been neutralized. Please evacuate the scene, FBSA will arrive at 5.’ 

You watched Nadia’s eyes turn white but for some reason she couldn't do it. You were the target and she failed. Tony yanked her one last time till she turned on her heels fleeing the scene. You took one last glance at what was left of Malina walking back into the pool house. 

“Ils sont là (they’re here), We have five minutes.” You spoke out grabbing your coat, Danill whistled and everyone was quick to gather their belongings heading out the backdoor. 

“Scheisse, is that-” Danill started but you walked past him hopping onto your bike roaring it to life. 

“I will meet you there. I need to handle something.” speeding out towards the main road, you kept your head low when the flashes of those american colors flew by you. You knew the saying from the underground. "You take one, we take all.” 

You killed an entire FBSAs safe house that night. Unlatching from the last soldier you leaned back into the wall watching him crawl away from you. Heavy breaths were heard from you when you felt something sliding down your cheek. You were crying. Why the fuck where you crying? Quickly wiping away the tears, you grabbed the soldier as he whimpered under your stare. 

“Tell this Nadia that I will kill Tony and she will be next.” 

The man nodded as you let him scurry away heading back to the vought tower. You looked around the room at the lifeless, shredded, and drained bodies and it still didn't…help. The survivor did what he was told running into the main office crying out what had been done but once questions were asked the man dropped limp to the ground with black ooze sizzling its way out of his nose and mouth. With the venom you left in his bloodstream gave him enough time to say his goodbyes to his family and well… to get your message across. 

They couldn't find you since then. You went dark. Your face couldn’t be found on any security or satellite cameras but you did fulfill half your promise. Two years after the loss of Malina, you found Tony running another grimey team for Red River. You left witnesses so Nadia and her little team can clean up their mess but you only wanted one person. 

“I will give you anything V, please.” Tony begged as he cradled himself like an innocent fetus. You could see his vein pulsating on the side of his neck, but you did not want to drink from him. The small room seemed to shrink with the rage you felt once you found him but you knew what to do. You walked further into the room with your hands in your pockets clicking your tongue, 

“Oh Tony, Tony, Tony…” you sang out crouching down to his side, grabbing his jaw. You looked over his expression when in truth, his fear was all you needed in this moment. 

“Malina was your friend, no? What makes you think she won’t burst you to bits too?” You cooed out aggressively letting go of his jaw. You stood to your feet walking to the center of the room clasping your hands together. 

“Here is the plan- you have two options.” You started pointing your finger his way. 

“You can tell me where your friend is and I will make this quick, or if you still think she feels the same way and you do not tell me…then I will make sure you can feel death pulling you out of your body when I drain every last drop of your blood- your choice.” Tony cried out a bunch of ‘no’s’ to which you pouted grabbing the broken bat that laid against the night stand placing it softly on his jaw. He whimpered once more when you lifted his head up to face you. 

“It is a shame that you think that monster is going to love someone like you. She could have saved you by now but…” His eyes caught the blinking red light of the camera that was hidden in the corner of the room. “From the looks of it, I think she is enjoying the show. Now, any last words to her before I decide myself on what I shall do for you?” You hummed at his silence but soon smiled when he started wailing out his pleas to the camera. Backpedaling to the door, you placed your hand on the light switch waiting for his cries to die down but the man kept going. 

Clapping your hands together, Tony looked your way, 

“Oh shut the fuck up, you talk too much.” You mumbled, flicking off the light. His screams were music to your ears and you haven't even started yet. You stalked your way to him but stopped when you stood in front of him. You turned your head to face the camera flashing your blood-coated fangs. Little did you know, she was watching the entire time. She did not feel anything for the man that pleaded for her aid but the heat that pooled between her legs when your red eyes hued on her screen was so wrong but…fuck did she loved the feeling. 

“No, no nonono Please! Please V! Plea-” A gasp was heard from the woman when she slapped a hand over her mouth at the crunch that echoed from her screen. The loud gulps could be heard from the way you drank him dry. A moan slipped your mouth at the taste of his fear igniting the fire in her chest. A masked cough slipped from her when all she wanted to do is go along with the sounds you were making, god how she wanted to feel your fangs piercing her neck with your hand wrapped around her thro- 

“We will get a team down there-” a voice interrupted her fantasies, she lifted her hand shaking her head. 

“No, they will continue to come back and we have bigger things on our hands.” A loud thud sounded from the laptop as you dropped his body back onto the ground. 

“Oh Nadia…” you sang out, leaning against the wall waving at the camera. She turned her full attention to you. You were a killer. A monster and she was into every single bit of it. 

“One day, I will find you; pray to the gods that I am having a good day…and I’m fed.” You breathed out, moving closer to the camera waving the head of her beloved decapitated friend displaying the biggest fanged smile. 

“Until then mon amour.” 

You weren’t a child. You couldn’t even consider yourself being one since you had your childhood stripped away when you could barely walk. You were the devil. The boogeyman of every adult's nightmares. You were FBSA most feared. 

It’s been five years since then. The way your fingernails dug into the spade table when you saw her enter the screen with her navy blue pants suit. Who knew she’d be a dangerous super holding hands with the federal government. Her smile made your head want to explode but for some odd reason, you enjoyed the little rush of needles that poked its way into your dead heart. 

Now you had nowhere to go, Frenchie was the only person you could trust so here you were in a donut shop with Frenchie gawking over the glazed donut. 

“You have to try this one, Kimiko requested it for you!” He beamed pointing at the strawberry covered donut. You hummed as he took that as a yes, asking the lady for two. You stood watching him smile at the lady receiving the change. It was 5 in the morning, just an hour after the incident with Victoria. Butcher and Hughie suggested that it was best for you to take a breather while they find a way to get some sort of drug from this hideout Victoria once owned. 

“I did not know the Frenchie was a little chatte.” (pussy) Frenchie playfully shoved you when you stumbled back a bit. A laugh spilled your lips when you swung your arm over his shoulder. 

“Kimiko showed me a side to life I did not know there was. It is a nice cauchemar, you should visit that place sometime.” He playfully defended. You scoffed, shaking your head at his antics when he shoved a bottle of chocolate milk into your chest. You inspected the drink as a smile fought its way to your face. 

“I remember you used to steal these from the corner store for me.” You laughed out, opening the bottle taking a long sip. A satisfied sigh was heard from you when you both made way into the elevator. He patted your shoulder smiling softly, 

“Well, now you can get as many as you want.” He assured you, he opened the door and walked in but he gave you a smirk, “not too many we don't need un gros démon, what is the point?”(a fat demon) you shoved him once he placed the bag of treats on Kimiko's desk. You wandered deeper into the office making your way up stairs to the loft area entering the bedroom. You took a seat on the small sofa that sat next to the bed, you fought between the urge of snapping her neck and…running your finger through her hair. 

She starred in her sleep moving her head turned to face you when you leaned back into the sofa letting it engulf you whole. Your eyes raked over her face when you tried everything and anything to look away but you couldn’t. You wanted her dead. 

“I’m surprised I didn’t burst to pieces while I was asleep.” She spoke, fluttering her eyes open to meet your threatening stare. You leaned deeper into the sofa open your legs a big wider, 

“I like to play with my food before I feed.” 

Her heart sped up with what came out of your mouth and you caught it. She moved onto her stomach as the sounds of the cars now driving to work were heard outside the window. Her eyes never leaving yours, 

“Why didn’t you kill me?” She whispered. Tilting your head, you moved from your position leaning closer that you were only a foot apart from her. 

“Where is the fun in that?” You whispered as your eyes flashed the red that has haunted her dreams from years ago. You wanted to kill her but something about her led you to wanting to see a certain side in action and…it wasn’t to kill Homelander. 

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One thing i am going to say... there will be alot of tension in this. Im not only teasing yall, I am doing this to myself lmfaooooo.

[remembrancer-of-heresy]

Sleep

AU Reverse Therapy

Summary: Virgil is left alone with Malina at night and decides to take advantage of this opportunity.

Pairing: Chaos!Lamenter/fem!OC/Chaos!Flesh Tearer

Characters: Malina (fem!OC), Luka The Angel (OC Chaos Lamenter), Virgil (OC Chaos Flesh Tearer)

Warnings: yandere, forced stolkhom syndrome, dubcon

Word count: 2160

Author's note: Dilf finally tastes Malina too ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Song: London After Midnight - Your Best Nightmare

Tag List: @druidwolf21, @pluvio-tea, @kit-williams

It had been only a few days since the Feast. Everything had returned to normal. The Red Corsairs were about to return to discipline (like the Chaosites had). Luka, to his dismay, had been officially promoted and was now training with the squad he was supposed to lead. Poor, poor puppy. Virgil didn't feel sorry for him at all. Finally, he could get a break from him for a while. Finally, he was alone.

Well, almost alone. She had always been here.

Malina had had a hard time with the Feast, but she had shown her best side. She had cried a little, but then she had calmed down. She had clung to him like a protector. She had even fed him from her hands. The Flesh Tearer wasn't going to fool himself. He liked it. In some ways, it was even better than the drugs from Baphomet.

But that wasn't enough. He wanted more.

Virgil had no intention of torturing the girl. She had a hard time adjusting to the Astartes. She had to gather strength and rest. Of course, Luka was upset, but he calmed down right away. Of course, his beauty needed to rest, he could wait a little longer. The veteran just grinned. The lamenter would have to wait even longer.

"Night" had already come and it was time for the girl to go to bed. Virgil gently stalled for time, asking her to clean the bathroom and take a shower. Of course, she was tired and just dreamed of falling asleep on a soft bed. The Flesh Tearer did not want her to sleep that day. But he wanted her to be softer, more ordinary. More defenseless. More tender. His complete opposite. But at the same time, the perfect complement.

Malina had just gone to bed, wrapped in a blanket like a caterpillar. She had just closed her eyes, hoping to fall asleep. But suddenly the feeling of someone else's body on the bed did not allow the girl to fall into darkness. Instead, she was met by a dark room and Virgil's bright red eyes almost next to her face.

He had been looking at her greedily before. If Malina could deceive herself before, then after the Feast, there was no point. And yet now Virgil's eyes were burning with desire. With anticipation. Suddenly realizing what was about to happen, the girl trembled. The veteran only grinned.

"How you trembled," the man giggled, causing his shark teeth to sparkle. As if he was preparing to bite into her artery. - "Are you scared?"

The man slowly rose from the corner of the bed to completely position himself above her. He did not even have to bend over. The girl's bed, oddly enough, was just right for a space marine. Malina felt her cheeks tan as soon as she realized that Virgil was only wearing a bandage. The veteran tucked a lock of hair behind his ear, looking expectantly at the girl. She had to give an answer. Malina nodded uncertainly. She was scared. Virgil only smiled, leaning towards her face.

“Good.” - the man whispered languidly, before leaving an almost ghostly kiss on her cheek. And then another on her throat. And another on her chest, going lower and lower and even. Very small and short kisses. But even they burned the soft olive skin. Malina shuddered at such moments, trying to behave quietly as a mouse.

Let her scream. Tear her throat and scratch his skin until it bleeds. Let her enrage him. Let rage cloud his eyes and he howls with anger. He will rip her face apart, turn her into a bloody mush. And then howl from what he did. Let her resist, hate him. And let her call her savior angel. Call him.

But she does not do it. She is quiet and vulnerable. Malina is a very good girl. Too good for him. Virgil would even feel sorry for the poor girl that she fell into the clutches of bloodthirsty killers. But she is also too good for the Imperium. And the slaves of the Corpse on the Throne will not be as charmed by her naivety as he is. And now, even more so. They will simply burn her and brand her a heretic. And it does not matter that Malina, like a good girl, prays to the God-Emperor every time before going to bed.

But for not losing faith in such a nightmare, only the highest reward is due, right?

The veteran almost gently lifts the girl's nightgown. Hooking her underwear with his claw, the man slowly pulled the fabric towards himself. The poor girl was shaking like an aspen leaf, and yet she could not tear her eyes away from Virgil's face. His red eyes also followed every facial expression. Even when his black tongue touched the feminine sex.

Malina was dry. It's hard to get aroused when a terrifying looking and characterful space marine is leaning over you. It's even good. Virgil wasn't averse to breaking through someone else's defenses. And his tongue was wet enough to fix the situation. Long enough that he could simultaneously touch her clitoris and push inside, pressing on the right spots. Preparing and stretching her for him.

Virgil almost growled, enjoying her delicious taste between her legs. How the girl breathed intermittently, trying to suppress her moans. He felt her fatigue, the desire to cling to the bed and fall asleep. To let the Flesh Tearer do whatever he wanted with her body. But the growing pleasure and at the same time fear kept Malina from the long-awaited sleep. A bittersweet combination, a great drug for a bastard like Virgil.

Malina tightly closed her eyes, being on the verge of falling apart. The veteran had to grab her trembling hips sharply, leaving bruises on her tender skin. But she didn't make a sound. Only the liquid splashing onto his mouth was proof of her pleasure. In truth, Virgil wouldn't mind licking her pussy clean again, so that it would be harder and harder for Malina to hold back her moans each time. He wasn't at all averse. But the pain in her crotch was already making itself felt.

It's very easy for Virgil to penetrate inside. Her walls squeeze his cock tightly, but he doesn't want to rush. He always took it by force, hard and fast. He liked it. At least he thought so. But now he wants to torture himself. Virgil just wants to prolong this wonderful moment.

Malina's gaze is blurry, as if she is in a fog. Perhaps because despite the invasion of her body, she still fell asleep. Or perhaps it was all about the heavy tears gathering in the corners of her eyes and sliding freely down her cheeks. At least until Virgil wiped them away with his thumbs from the girl's enemy.

"There is no reason to cry, you are doing well." - the man whispers sweetly, but the girl does not trust him. Malina sees that Virgil likes her tears. - "You can sleep if you want. I will not hurt you."

Malina only nodded, pursing her lips, feeling new tears flowing down her cheeks. Partly it hurt, partly it was shame for the pleasure her body was experiencing. Partly she was afraid to look into those cruel red eyes. And at the same time, Malina was grateful to the Flesh Tearer for allowing her to fall into the saving blackness. Although he does this only because he likes it.

The girl laid her head on the pillow, closing her eyes. Trying to get used to the sensations, to the sounds of flesh on flesh. Just like the night of the Feast and yet different. This was her second sex, she could be given a break, she would soon get used to it. The Flesh Tearer seemed to understand this too. Virgil was silent, swaying his hips and periodically leaning uncomfortably towards Malina, kissing her temple. At moments when her walls gripped his member tighter, he cooed over the girl, who was on the edge of reality and sleep.

“Do you like it? Do you want more?” - but she did not answer, tired and exhausted. This only turned the veteran on even more. - “Sleep, darling, sleep.”

And yet Malina could not completely fall asleep, feeling how something was hardening inside her. Filling with heat and twisting before pressing on her insides. The body of an Astartes is much warmer than that of an ordinary human. The same applies not only to his blood, but also to his sperm. The girl realized this back at the Feast, when she screamed in surprise and pain, having scratched Luka's shoulders. But he, without taking offense, only helped her clean up the mess and apologized for a long time.

So now, she opened her eyes in horror when she realized how the veteran was releasing his pleasure. Filled with chemicals and too hot for her body, it immediately brought Malina back to reality. The girl's brown eyes immediately filled with tears, and a long groan came from her throat. Malina grabbed Virgil's shoulders like a drowning man, hoping that he would stop his torture. He stopped. Although not right away.

Virgil leaves the pliable body, pitying the poor thing. She will have to adapt to the Astartes for a long time, but she will cope. She's a good girl. But while the veteran can easily leave her divine sex, getting out of bed was much more difficult.

He just... wants to look at her. To imprint her innocent, sleepy image in his mind. As if he's afraid that if he blinks, she'll be gone. Malina is the best thing he ever had, and he would never have met such a girl in his life if it weren't for Luka. Virgil has grown attached to her. He wants to take care of her. He wants to protect her.

For the first time in hundreds of years, he understands what it means to be an Angel of the Emperor. But as a loyalist, he's never felt this way. But the Flesh Tearers loyal to the Imperium don't love mortals the way he loves Malina. Hell, they don't even seek to protect people, preferring to kill more. Virgil is even worse. But for this girl, he will be an exception.

The veteran slowly leans towards Malina before leaving a long, gentle kiss on her forehead. He doesn't want to tell her everything that's on his mind or in his hardened heart. He doesn't want to. This gesture will be enough. Seeing a small, embarrassed smile on the girl's face, he finally gets up from her bed.

But even after returning to his bed, he still can't close his eyes for a long time. Even if his body feels great, and his irritation has subsided. But Virgil simply cannot stop watching her sleeping appearance. Guarding her like a faithful dog from all the dangers of the world. Except for himself. 

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Luka pouts like a child, crossing his arms over his chest and stamping his foot. But he won't say a word to the veteran while Malina is in the room. And she's always here. The lamenter wants to drag Virgil outside and complain about having to wait another week before he can take the girl to bed again. But he can't, to Virgil's delight.

"Everything is delicious. Thank you very much, Luka." - Malina thanks the lamenter, gobbling up cheese with both cheeks. Her mood has noticeably improved, but without receiving an answer, the girl shifts uncomfortably. - "Luka?"

"Huh? Oh, I'm glad you like it. I have more cheese if you want." - the blond can't help but smile at the sight of the hamster-like girl. She nods and the cheerful young man carries the plate to the bed while Malina rummages through her personal little library.

"Let me read to you about Saint Celestine then." - Malina happily settles down on the bed, taking a book and a plate of cheese. Luka only sighs resignedly, but nods obediently, enjoying the soft voice.

Virgil only grins at this picture, tossing and turning in his bed. Of all the stories the girl had read, the Lamenter hated the one about the corpse bride on the throne. The veteran was almost sure that Malina had chosen the book on purpose to tease the pup a little. She was very smart. He had realized this especially since last night.

The veteran licked his lips, continuing to look at the young couple, gobbling up cheese and reading the sermons of the animal Ignatius about Celestine. And yet, just recently, he had relaxed so well on this very bed. Luka understood this, which made him fidget even more uncomfortably under the quiet laughter of the flesh tearer. Finally, Virgil closes his eyes, carried away by the memories of a wonderful night.

He had not felt so relaxed for a long time.

[nkn0va]

Request: For their birthdays, Futaba and Malina's S/O's get them the limited edition pack of the newest video game that they've had their eyes on.

-It was only natural the Phantom Thieves would start organizing a party for Futaba's special day. Nothing too big, of course, for her sake, but a big ol' celebration at Leblanc certainly wouldn't hurt.

-Futaba hadn't really told anyone about it yet since she didn't have the chance, but she was really looking forward to a specific game for a pretty long time, and of course she wanted the limited special edition.

-She did tell Sojiro, but it was too expensive for him and a waste of money in his eyes. And of course she couldn't rely on a bunch of high school students to be able to afford it.

-So it's a pretty big surprise when the gift she opens from you turns out to be the very thing she'd been wanting. You'd seen her look at it online when you visited her room and knew that'd be something nice to get for her birthday.

-It wasn't easy, mind you. You're a high school student with other responsibilities just like everyone else. But you wanted to treat her for her first birthday as your S/O.

-The look on her face and the way her eyes lit up was worth all the effort as she immediately ripped open the box and put on the helmet that came with the special edition. That thing was not coming off for the foreseeable future.

-Malina...isn't a particular fan of newer games. She has a very pessimistic view of the industry as a whole nowadays. Whether you agree with that sentiment is up to you.

-One day you took her to a game store since you needed to play into her interests to get her out of the house. And you'd rather not have to deal with a drunk demon causing chaos at the bar.

-She's mostly pretty disinterested, being the huge skeptic that she is. That is though until something manages to catch her eyes. A remake, specifically.

-An old Heroes game had apparently gotten a remake without her knowledge, and a limited edition with downloadable DLC for some extra loot and characters was currently being sold, and on limited quantity.

-Seeing that her birthday was coincidentally coming up in a couple days, you saw no reason not to get it for her. She honestly didn't expect you to do something like that for her of all people, but she does appreciate it (though she's most tsundere tsundere to ever tsundere so you won't be hearing that out loud.)

-The two of you promptly head home and boot up the game, spending the rest of the night playing it until sunrise. Whether or not that was your intention.

[4amethyst]

GOLD SPOILERS 🔴🔴

THEY FUCKING DIDNT

AURENSLADE ARE COMING HOME

AURENSLADE ARE COMING HOME

AURENSLADE ARE COMING HOME

[wilcze-kudly]

consider: those nwt twins mom (malina?) would basically be a cult member for unalaq turned wife, and thats the background for the twins being born

Honestly I can see that. It would explain Eska's odd relationship expectations from Bolin if she grew up with that type of power imbalance being normalised to her from a young age. Plus Unalaq totally gives off cult leader vibes let's be honest.

But personally, when I think about the twins homelife, I tend to imagine them as the result of an arranged marriage. I can see Malina as the daughter of some noble or other important figure and Unalaq wedding her, to strengthen his position (since I think there would still be many people loyal to Tonraq even after his banishment), or for some other way to benefit himself.

I can see Unalaq and Malina having a more business like relationship? There's no love between them but they work together while ruling the North. I can certainly see Malina as a bit of a scheemer, who is very well in tune with politics and is a skilled politician.

I think that due to being a woman, Malina probably would be facing a fair share of sexism in the North. I think that while Katara absolutely helped move women forward in the North, unscrewing presumed centuries of misogyny isn't gonna happen in 80 years.

So scheeming and marrying well are the only ways Malina could really get ahead in life.

Maybe she even hooked her hubby up with that corrupt judge who knows. And I can even imagine her being in correspondence with Raiko during the whole North occupying the South thing.

She knows that Unalaq is only after that Vaatussy and she's ok with that. They only ever did it once in order to sire the required heir.

That's it I'm slutshaming this middle aged evil religious twink. You're not allowed to make that facial expression at people you aren't legally wedded to you freak youre scaring the hoes. Rip Vaatu imagine being stuck in a tree and your only hope of escaping is this underfucked zealot who has probably been stuck in a lavender marriage for the last 20 years or so and he want to "fuse with you" like ok bro

I'm not sure how this would affect Malina's relationship with the twins. She could still be a caring mother, but I can also imagine her just seeing them as a means to an end. She is aware that as a woman in a rather misogynistic society, her role first and foremost is to bear children, and I just don't know if having children out of a sense of obligation us the best reason to have them.

Which may explaun why Eska and Desna are... like that.

Because growing up with a weird cult leader who cares more about your cousin than you on one side, and a woman who had you only to keep her relavancy in the eyes of the patriarchy on the other probably isn't good for your mental health or social skills.

Unalaq and Malina's transactional relationship could further enforce how Eska and Desna equate affection with being "useful". One of the first things Eska does when daring Bolin is demand prizes from him, and one of the only nice things she does for him while they're dating is offer to protect him from the Dark Spirits.

I imagine that Malina still maintains a certain level of control over the North after Unalaq's death. Hell, she might have even more control, since the twins are socially and emotionally stunted teenagers who just went through the incredibly traumatic experience of their dad becoming a hentai grade tentacle monster. Of course they'd rely on their mother. Even if it probably would be in their own... special little way.

Like if my dad did this and then promptly died with no explanation of his thought process I think it would haunt me forever

Like I know the "Desna sleeps in the tub" thing was a joke but it struck a chord in me because I personally would often lay in the empty bathtub to ward off panic attacks back whek I would have them frequently

Plus, Eska and Desna don't seem to excited about ruling a country which is understandable since they are like teenagers with no ability to process their emotions.

And that makes them somehow not knowing about the secret, super important jail P'li was in that was apparently on their lands make more sense. If Malina were the person managing corespondence/relations with the White Lotus in their stead, their lack of knowledge would make sense.

Their girlboss mom is using them as fighureheads yipee.

Also, seeing Korra's name and portrait with thw cool glowy effect next to Eska and Desna is just like:

Unalaq vision probably

[malinaa]

2023 WRITING REVIEW

tagged: no one i just wanted to do this and i forgot about it soz </3 tagging : board of directors i'd tag u here but this is mostly fic-based so sorree... anyway if u have already done this my b.... i wld like to see ur post tho @evcndiaz | @brimay | @usignedupforthis | @seek--rest | @posallys | @dustorangeheartssnowman | @adhd-merlin | @queerofthedagger

number of stories posted to ao3: 34 ±1 bc i updated a fic from a while back <3

word counted posted for last year: 90k... a feat (i wrote more but it was ofic so add like maybe 10k to that)

fandoms i wrote for: alex stern series, merlin, house md, pjo, spidey, hunger games, doctor who, & the grisha trilogy

pairings: merthur / arwen / mergwenthur / mergana, darlingstern, hilson, percabeth, petermj, everlark, tenrose, malina

stories with the most KUDOS: jealousy, jealousy (house md) with 522 <3 BOOKMARKS: except my life (merlin) with 137 <3 COMMENT THREADS: rip current (pjo) with 38 <3 *technically the answer to all of these is tested with torment but that's a fic i updated so i don't reallyyyyyy count it

work i'm most proud of (and why): thread of gold (arwen, bbc merlin) because i don't exactly post 2nd person fic and tbh most people HATEEEEE 2nd person fic AND i got people to enjoy it. HA!

work i'm least proud of (and why): coffee drinker (gen fic, bbc merlin) because it was just a promptfic and i didn't even really feel like posting it but i wrote it so i might as well yk?

share or describe a favorite review you received: any review that quotes a line but this one from judas kiss (arwen, bbc merlin)...

THIS. IS. WONDERFUL ❤️❤️❤️ *creates bookmark with gusto* I LOVE that you dug into what it might have been like for Gwen while she was under that enchantment! It was so creative to have her past memories blurring with glimpses of the present during the enchantment. I *felt* her disorientation, and it *hurt*. I felt so bad for Gwen all over again! 😭😭😭 That aspect of this story could have been a fantastic standalone one-shot in its own right, but noooo, you raised the bar and KEPT GOING and made it even better!!! I love that you showed Gwen and Merlin staying friends after Gwen becomes queen, and I love how she confides in him and how he immediately drops everything to go look for the offending piece of jewelry. The bit about Arthur’s incredulity at Merlin’s method of testing the enchantment was a great dash of humor, and I love that you fleshed out the concept of the enchantment to be something the others could experience so that they could truly *know* that Gwen had been innocent. And don’t even get me started on how much I love Arthur’s “Forgive me.” I love how he doesn’t think twice about humbling himself in front of everyone because his focus is solely on Gwen, consumed by the urgency of doing the right, honorable, and loving thing in that moment. You write Arthur and Gwen’s relationship so beautifully. 💕 Well done; I hate you (/affectionate) for all these feels. 🥰🫂👏

a time when writing was really, really hard: august through october... idek why i was literally in agony not writing

a scene or character you wrote that surprised you: writing jj in spider-man: homewrecker because i've NEVER written him before (in my memory) and i was like. Hello .

a favorite excerpt of your writing: cannae lie i have a few favs so... killing is a love language (mergana, bbc merlin) Heartbreak snakes up his throat, constricting him at the sight of her. Morgana’s beauty is incontestable even like this, but her hatred wore her down to her bones. Gone were the full cheeks and rosy lips, the perfectly combed hair, the wardrobe that would put princesses to shame. Now, her face is sunken in, her hair a curled storm, her dress is merely black rags at this point. thread of gold (arwen, bbc merlin) Your father’s presence is larger than life. Larger than love. It looms. It casts shadows long enough to hide every hope and dream you’ve ever had for yourself. the boy and the girl (malina, the grisha trilogy) Memory fractures into shards. Real or not real? There’s Mal in the meadow. Mal buried beneath the hanging tree. Mal cold in her palms. There’s a sky darker than night. Her hands bloodied. A knife lodged in his heart. Her knife. His blood. Her fault. She killed him. She loves him. Her fault. Rest her head on his still chest. Her fault. No heartbeat. Her fault. No warmth. Cold light spilling from her palms. She killed him. The Saint’s only true worshipper martyred.

how did you grow as a writer last year: my hopes from last year was that i finally finish a multichap fic.... 😭 does a short 3-shot count. besides that i wrote more consistently and i'm finally Used to my writing style. i think.

how do you hope to grow this year: hell if i know if i could write something longer than 20k that'd be great 😭😭😭😭

who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer, beta, cheerleader, etc.): the board.... @rosesau / @bipercabeth / @stellwood fnh...... i'd tag katie but she absconded from tumblr smh. anyway hi freaks n geeks

anything from your real life show up in your writing last year: oh i don't even know. nothing ig

any new wisdom you can share with other writers: bro idek the more i write the more writing becomes fundamentally so hard to talk about ... sorreeee

any projects you're looking to starting (or finishing) this year: IF I DON'T FUCKING MAKE PROGRESS ON MY PLAY I WILL BASH MY HEAD INTO A WALL. THIS CAN'T KEEP HAPPENING. ATLAS AND VIVIAN YOU WILL BE WRITTEN ON THE PAGE INSHALLAH

[achy-boo]

Kianisha

“Night is here! Pick me up.”

“I am not a normal bunny plushie”

“HuRt My OwNeR oR hEr LoVeD oNeS aNd I rIp yOu FrOm LiMb By LiMb~!”

Full name: Kianisha

Name meaning: Kisha means Great Joy; rainfall in Slavic and Nisha means 'night' in India

Gender: female

Age: unknown but she is 7 years old forever

Sexuality: She doesn't know what that means

Species: cursed bunny plushie/doll

Personality: Kianisha is the 7 year old spirit girl with the personality of a damn mature woman. She is childish yet knows her limits. She mostly never talks but when she does, she is a mixture of smug, cold, and emotionless. She shows her emotions through actions since her voice can be kind of hard to hear. When she sees Night or her loved ones hurt or sad, she becomes violent and animalistic(If you watch that FNAF movie where Chica has the cupcake name Carl who is a menace, remember him? Yea, Kianisha acts like him but for a different reason..). More or less Kianisha is a package deal plus she's VERY unpredictable so good luck.

Likes: Sweets, rainy days, in her bunny plushie mode, protecting Night and her loved ones, pretending to be a normal plushy, violence, blood, her doll ‘friends’, her doll house theme room

Dislikes: Rude people, churches, Reiji, Ruki, Kanato, yelling, loud noises, people trying to steal her, Night and her loved ones cry or hurt, someone other than night touch her without permission

Voice Claims;

English: Klee from Genshin (both in English and Japanese

Facts;

Her name used to Malina but Night later changed it to Kianisha

Her old owner abandoned her when she was an old successful creation

She can walk, move and talk like a human being even she is not really human

Night was 2 years old when she find Kianisha

Kianisha is a menace if Night summoned her to attack

Her voice is disorienting, ghostly and spiritual when she is angry

She is responsible of many deaths of criminals involved with children

Her spirit is forever trapped into that doll but she doesn't mind

She can transform into any plushies or toys

People compare Kianisha to a phantom

She can also transfer into different shapes and themes of dolls

[kismetbunny]

Thoughts and Opinions (T/O)

     Could I have enjoyed this season more? Yes. Did I enjoy it nonetheless? Also yes. The rushed storyline made it seem as if there was so much more missing. White haired Alina? Does not exist. David and Genya????? Half dead. Zoyalai??? No idea. RIP to the Darkling. You will not be missed but Ben will.

     Nikolai was everything and so much more. The Crows were amazing and Matthias dominated his 2 minutes of screen time. The Kanej tension is everything I live for. Everything about Kaz this season was Book Kaz. Freddy did an amazing job! Wesper? Gorgeous. 

     As for Malina? Terrible. And whatever they’re trying to do with Inej and Tolya has to stop. But the cast is absolutely amazing and I love their chemistry and friendship. 

     There were too many storylines in one main storyline that some characters felt underutilized. I could have done with more Ben Barnes. I do admit, I love Alina’s new found abilities and the introduction of other living saints. 

     While I love that the show is basically Leigh’s fanfiction come to life, I need stable characters and storylines. And they basically used three books in one season and thought it was going to be great. I still need more though. 

[koroleva-nazyalensky]

I have my grievances with season 2, sure, but one thing they did do is conclude it in a way that I personally would have loved the Grisha Trilogy to have ended the first time around.

Like obviously, I would’ve loved more Darklina. BUT, we’ve been living off of crumbs for years now, and they made Mal less of an asshole in the show, so I knew we weren’t going to get much post war room anyways. I’m sad the tethered scenes got cut short (RIP this isn’t real—let me) and he didn’t die in her arms, BUT he didn’t say she was nothing so I’ll take that as a win.

That said, I’ve always thought that an intriguing aspect of Alina’s character development is her affinity for power.

In the book, it scares her how much she wants it because it positions her in league with the Darkling.

"You were meant to be my balance, Alina.  You are the only person in the world who might rule with me, who might keep my power in check."

"And who will balance me?"

She fears it, and quashes her hunger for it time and time again, for Mal, for her own sanity. And yet, she doesn’t get a choice when she loses it. That loss permeates through everything, even her quiet life in Keramzin.

“Sometimes he would find her standing by a window, fingers playing in the beams of sunlight that streamed through the glass…”

This quiet life she defaults to makes sense for her character because her agency in the books wavers frequently and she’s very affected by Mal’s disdain for her abilities (for like the first TWO BOOKS–). But is frankly, boring as hell for a former saint. And, like the Darkling in a way, I did think she could deign to accomplish more.

In the scenario she’s placed in at the end of season 2, not only has she distanced herself from Mal willingly, but she gets the chance to be Grisha without the Darkling looming over her. She uses Merzost to revive Mal, has full control over her powers with all three amplifiers at her disposal, and used the cut, completely destroying a Grisha under the influence of Jurda Parem. On top of all this, she has fully accepted her role as Sankta Alina and is on her way to be Queen of Ravka. 

Think about the implications of this. A big theme in the books is that *ouat voice* all magic comes with a price, dearie. If Alina gets to keep her powers, it’s implied that she also gets to keep her prolonged life. She is at an all time high, her impulse controls are dead and out at sea, and her inflated pride has the potential to lead her to THE MOST satisfying fall.

When she uses the cut (in the same way the Darkling does) the upshot and shadow in her eyes as her mouth upturns slowly–UGH I’m honestly living for it. And like, we know she needs something to do while the crows are out there ice court heisting right? RIGHT? I’m not saying this is where I saw this show going, but since we’re here in this HD fanfiction world why NOT have Dark!Alina? How would show!Alina, crack under the Apparat’s influence? Who’s going to be her balance when the Darkling and Mal are gone and Nikolai is literally dealing with his own demon?*cough* and falling for Zoya *cough* What would it take to get this girl’s hair white? And what do I have to do to get a Yurified Darkling in the same room as her?

On that thought, (pardon my unabashed love for drama, I am a Darklina girlie in this Malina world above it all) if we even get to some version of the KOS Duology, does this mean she’ll still be Grisha when the Darkling comes back as the Black Heretic? Will she be queen? A mad saint shunned in the same way he was? A self-fulfilling prophecy? How absolutely delicious would that reunion be? For her to stab the monster and then become him? She wouldn’t be able to look him in the eyes and take the high ground like she did in the sanatorium scene. Everything he tried to warn her about would come to fruition. They could face each other as equals who made some decisions and just like retire together for eternity. (My delusional Darklina shipping ass is brought to you by Start a War btw… I read it immediately after Ruin and Rising on ff.net the first time around, I highly suggest it if you too are suffering)

To get back to the point, were it not for the Duology and the Zoyalai of it all, I’d honestly be for the Sol Koroleva route all the way. I mean, look at her!!!

Don’t you just want to see her gain the world, and then lose it all in the time it takes the crows to break Matthias of Hellgate? You can’t tell me a season 3 with an OP Sankta Alina dealing with post-civil war Ravka wouldn’t be entertaining at the very least.

Like, of course at the end of the day I want Zoyalai endgame with blue ribbons and rings the size of an acorn, peep the url, besties. But GUYS come ON we know how these things go. Mal’s gonna come back, reign her in and they’ll eventually end up in that boring orphanage with a cat or whatever anyways. In the meantime, we could have so much fun!

If you approach the show as you would fanfic, it’s not as maddening. Trust me, I’m a Darklina shipper and a Zoyalai shipper– you can’t even get to one of those without stabbing and burning the other. I know the showrunners would sooner give us some random love triangle with Tolya and Inej (a topic for another day) than all this but a girl can DREAM.

In conclusion, I did not prematurely lose David for nothing, I need to know where they’re going with this, so please be more chill so we get that unhinged season 3, thank you.

[thomasbrodiesandwich]

genyalina😌

I AM A TRUTHER THROUGH AND THROUGH

no bcs if the show dont make them canon (which i doubt bcs ntflx hates lesbian and sapphic ships) im gonna rip my hair out!!!!!!!!!!

first of all, they k worded david (i'll never forgive them for this one, we dont even get genya/david living a happy life even briefly.) second, they broke up malina. if that isnt a perfect set up for a genyalina royal court au thingy majiggy idk what is!!

i just knowww even their actors are down with it, im just saying like–🖐️🖐️

[stromuprisahat]

02×08: No Funerals- the rest

Amazing, how you can disperse immaterial shadow with wind. Or cut it with a blade, even though it won't destroy it...

They've spent almost two minutes on dying Malware and crying Alina.

It's fascinating, how little damage can nichevo'ya cause in closed space full of plot armour!

I know why is Inej needed with the Blade in Ravka- #SuliGirlPower fight scenes with nichevo'ya!

I still hate the Darkling- unlike in the books- cannot control nichevo'ya, but the moment they grabbed Alina, I was cheering for them to rip her apart.

Now they ruined Aleksander's death too. Instead of a drop of sympathy even book!Alina managed to conjure, their Heartless Girlboss just coldly executed him.

Cowards didn't even volcrized Nikolai.

Alina re-animating Malyen with merzost certainly doesn't look like a villain origin story.

So, Aleksander won't even get a proper funeral, and I'm pretty sure leaving his body with his ex- is the best decision ever. They've even managed to misinterpret and ruin "No grave.". But he burns pretty well for unattended corpse.

I hate that they made Inej dumb religious fanatic.

Ravka might be going bankrupt, but the Crown has enough money to keep paying the Crows.

Jesper wearing a skirt, Nina petting a horse!

David didn't have much blood in his body, if all that is left of him's one thin splash of red.

I'm certain West Ravkan are just THRILLED to be "reunited", since they didn't want to have anything to do with the East. *remembering our lessons about unification of Germany*

Inej didn't get her own ship! Just a ride by Volkvolny. How empowering!

Since when are Ravkan colours BLACK and gold? Black is the Darkling's colour. Lantsovs had (light) blue and gold.

Sujaya's gorgeous in that coronation outfit.

So they decided to give up the pretense all Grisha Orders have their representatives, because there are NO Grisha Orders, so their skills obviously don't require different approach or they don't have different needs.

I was kinda rooting for the drugged Fjerdan Grisha to finish them all.

Malina Kiss Score: MEADOW SCENE, but they broke up! SO sad!

[sooyun-ichtama]

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