#oc asks Mal

[qrowscant-art]

When a house is both hungry and awake, every room becomes a mouth. 

(poem is “ash”, by tracy k. smith)

#poem #writeblr #dithering #pixel art #illustration on tumblr #mal-art #cdw #ask me about my supercomputer oc with every disease and also flesh #tthw

[roachsauce]

average day at the corrie hq

#star wars #tcw #commander fox #commander thorn #commander stone #commander thire #sergeant hound #cmo otho #my cmo oc!! its him! #hes the embodiment of the ‘im dr.practice. mal practice’ meme #his greasy hair and unpleasant disposition has captivated me #unseen under the table grizzers chewing on foxes boots #(also please ask me about otho i love him so much) #my art

[thebearme]

Ok When I read that Svetlana learned the hard way to not leave the boys in headspace this was my first thought to it!

she is getting tired of their shit

#tw loud #total drama #td svetlana #td mike #td mal #td manitoba #td vito #td chester #of course Michelangelo won't hear all the shouting #total drama oc #ask

[circusmilkk]

some of this shit is from months ago n some of it is from today

just felt like doing a small (unserious) aggie dump

dont mind my inability to draw in the td style

also that second drawing of mal is based off of that one picture of him smoking weed cus i think that picture is so funny

n this is a little alter design idea ive had for a while ^_-☆ i might explain it a bit more if anyone is interested but basically his name is dominic (and various other nicknames for dominic for short) and is about 2-4 years old. im not too sure yet but i might make it so that he age slides but like the baseline is that he is just supposed to b a little alter

#total drama #mal total drama #svetlana total drama #total drama oc #if anyone wants like a post on dominic or has any questions put them in the ask box 😓 #i think i’m gonna make like an alter intro post on him anyways #hopefully heheh #soz this is prob different to what i usually post #doodles #she circus on my milkk

[mercymaker]

ARTEMYRA WAYCREST ⬩ high half-elf ⬩ warlock ⬩ noble

#baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate #bg3edit #bg3 #bg3 oc #bg3 tav #oc: artemyra waycrest #by me #i can't believe i finally made her sdfdsgdfg #she's bad no good news lady that destroyed her own house n family and honestly?? good for her #my hc is that her eyes go black when she uses her powers but i had to compromise because cba #also her appearance is very much inspired by jolijn henneman who absolutely wowed me when i saw her perform #also if you ask me wtf was i trying to do with this set.. idk but i like it #ALSO x3 if anyone knows how to mod body scars please i beg u lmk #now to decide if i want to keep playing her or replay mal's save or maybe go for an origins character hmmmm

[phaaz]

Need a Mal and MC art pls ♥️🥹

hug your resident short king

(ft my oc Frey)

pose ref from Kibbitzer

#blades of light and shadow #playchoices #choices bolas #choices blades of light and shadow #choices stories you play #mal volari #pb choices #pixelberry #bolas #pb bolas #mal the rogue #blades of light and shadow 2 #blades of light and shadow fanart #choices fanart #my ocs #illustration #my art #anon asks #anon request #based on Kibbitzer pose

[seasaltandcopper]

♠ Leaving them at the mercy of strangers in a public display (stocks, pillory, cage, chained to something, etc) for your vamp series!

-Lonesome

Set years before the start of the series, during Mal’s first week with the hunters. This swerved a bit off prompt, but I had fun lol

hopefully this is the series you meant. it's the one i mentioned in the tags when i reblogged the prompts, but I know I inconveniently have like three vamp-centric ones, so apologies if it's not

Vampire Hunter AU

Edit: this prompt now has a continuation here

Rating: mature

Warnings: torture, captivity, dehumanization, non-sexual nudity, stress positions, profanity, burns, implied (future) whipping, vampire whumpee, multiple whumpers

They strung Mal up by his wrists in the middle of the room, which was, if nothing else, a change of scenery. After spending who knew how long cramped in a pitch-black cell with nothing but his own thoughts keeping him company, this almost felt like an improvement.

Almost.

Mal tried to think positive. Instead of kneeling, bent double on a brick floor until his legs screamed in agony and the muscles in his neck and back cramped and seized, he got to hang, balancing on his toes so he didn’t dislocate his fucking shoulders, and enjoy a whole different set of muscles cramping up instead.

Variety—the spice of life.

Mal shifted restlessly, fighting a losing battle to ease some of the strain on his shoulders. An ache built in the joints, fiery knots that ratcheted tighter and tighter each time he let his arms take his full weight. A muscle in the back of his calf twinged.

Mal breathed. In and out, bare chest rising and falling, pale skin ashy under the stark fluorescents. Being so…exposed in front of a crowd also stirred up a nervous, squirming kind of shame Mal unsuccessfully tried to ignore.

Realistically, he knew a few flimsy scraps of cloth wouldn’t protect him from this; being tortured would suck whether he was naked or not. It was just one more attempt to humiliate him, to reinforce his “place” as something subhuman, that quickly chipped away at his remaining pride.

Across the room, one of the hunters grinned, tapped his buddy on the arm, and nodded Mal’s direction.

Great.

For the first ten minutes or so after hanging Mal up like a piñata, they’d just watched, joking crudely and laughing amongst themselves. Too many sets of eyes sizing Mal up, like a piece of meat.

Or sharks smelling blood in the water.

Now, it looked like they were finally ready to play.

Slowly, the hunter prowled closer. He pulled a small, folding knife from his pocket. As far as blades went, it was pretty tame. Something meant for trimming twine or nails—only a couple inches long.

Smirking, he held it up for Mal to see. Waved it slowly back forth so dramatically that Mal finally rolled his eyes at the display.

The hunter stopped and arched his brow, taunting, “Think that’s funny, leech?”

“Of course not,” Mal said, dryly. “You and that nail file are terrifying. Really.”

Egging them on was stupid; Mal knew it was stupid. And for the most part he’d bitten back the snark and profanity and played it smart. He watched. Listened. Looked for opportunities, openings, any weakness he could exploit.

But every now and then Mal’s mouth still got the better of him.

The hunter snorted. Glanced at the pocket knife and made a show of looking it over before shrugging and folding it closed.

“Yeah,” he conceded, mildly. “Never was a big fan of knives, anyhow. Not for this shit.” The man waved a dismissive hand, and turned back to the gaggle of hunters. “Hey, Niall, pass me the No. 3 Braided?”

A couple of the hunters laughed. One of the women whistled. Another scoffed, the sound almost lost to a louder protest of, “What happened to starting small?”, that kicked off another round of jeers and abrasive laughter.

Unease prickled like sweat on the nape of Mal’s neck. He swallowed, fidgeting and letting his gaze drift from the hunter to the crowd behind him. The other man, Niall, strolled forward a moment later, a length of something heavy and black coiled in his hand.

A whip. That was a fucking whip.

Niall passed it over and retreated back to the sidelines to watch. Tension settled over the room. Anticipation.

Given the floor again, the hunter hefted the tool, then tilted it to give Mal a better look. Against his better judgment, Mal did. Something in the pit of his stomach tied itself in queasy knots.

“This here is one of my favorite correctional tools in our kit. Sleek, got a bit of weight to it, feels real good in your hand.” He unlooped a single coil, letting the tip dangle. “Comparable to your standard bullwhip—little shorter, because we’re not driving cattle with it. But the craftsmanship is what really sets this thing apart. You got your standard woven leather cording, but then see that there…?”

He dragged a finger down the length, angling the whip again so it caught the overhead light. Dull shine Mal first mistook for well-oiled leather came into terrifying clarity, all at once.

Oh, god…

“Silver thread,” the hunter confirmed, enjoying the dawning horror settling over his captive audience. “All braided in with the leather, can barely even see them. But when it hits one of your kind—” Casually, the hunter pressed the whip to Mal’s stomach, just above his navel. “It adds a little extra zing to your swing.”

The reaction was immediate.

Pain sizzled across Mal’s skin as the interwoven silver burned on contact. He hissed through his teeth, and tried unsuccessfully to flinch away. Bare feet skimmed the concrete, yanking hard against the shackles anchoring his legs to the floor, a precaution to keep him from kicking.

Smart. Because without it, the asshole in front of him would’ve already been dead.

Grinning, the hunter held the silver-braided loop there for a few more seconds, watching his captive squirm. When he finally relented, a bright red line of blistered flesh marred Mal’s belly, like he’d carelessly leaned against a hot stove.

Shit.

Mal was breathing hard, now. Shaking, from more than just the strain of the position. Fear—real fear—danced around the edges of his consciousness.

Anger, too. Bone-deep, stubborn defiance Mal sometimes swore he’d been born with. It’d kept him going this long. Helped him weather things that were, theoretically, scarier than a ragtag group of human bullies.

In reality, he’d never faced anything like this before.

Ears ringing, Mal stared the hunter down, fangs bared in a snarl.

Face darkened with cruel glee, the hunter leaned in close. Just shy of Mal’s biting range, but enough the heat of his breath puffed against Mal’s skin, like he was sharing a secret between the two of them.

“Most of them scream by three.” The muffled thwick of leather hitting the floor echoed in Mal’s ears. “But I bet you’ll make it to five.”

Tag list: @whumpsday @writereleaserepeat @thecyrulik @lookbluesoup

#whump #answered asks #prompt fill #vampire whump #defiant whumpee #vampire whumpee #my writing #vampire hunter au #salt ocs #salt oc: mal

[bihanspookies]

1, 8, 11, 27 for the girls! 💜

EEEE thank you Mal!!! AND EVERYONE WISH MAL A HAPPY BIRTHDAY RAAAAHHHHH

Alora:

1) Does your OC have a voice claim, if so who?✌️

— Answered here!

8) What hobbies does your OC have? What do they do to unwind?

— Alora likes to work in her greenhouse, spend time with Michi, and paint her nails! With others (at least in BD)—

Alex— These two go off and cause chaos in indoor arcades and buffets. Alex likes to challenge her to grab certain plushies from claw machines lmao.

Billie— The rare moments Alora is feeling generous, she’ll let Billie practice her sfx on her since it’s something she’ll never really be able to do in the real world. They’ll also play some video games but it’s more like Alora watching and being a backseat player whenever Billie messes up lmfaooo.

Echo— They’ll leave base if there’s some sort of utter chaos going on. Go and grab food, make bets about what they’ll find when they get back. Bring whatever leftovers (if there are any) back and then collect whatever money is due to each other.

Kate— Kate will sometimes visit Alora in her greenhouse and just hang out with her. They’ll talk about plants and do some sort of trade every now and then.

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

— I’ve answered this before actually in some other ask BUT short summary is that I had a big ol’ crush on MK9 Kabal 🤪

27) What's their spirit animal? Or an animal you associate them with?

— Bull, panther and now (jokingly) a gorilla bc that’s what I wanted to compare her to in another ask LMFAO.

Kasiya:

1) Does your OC have a voice claim, if so who?✌️

— Answered here!

8) What hobbies does your OC have? What do they do to unwind?

— This girl got hobbies alright since she’s in solitude for most of her time. Reading, swimming, decorating, watching what goes on in Earthrealm and Outworld, hanging out with Kung Lao whenever he visits her. She technically doesn’t have to eat but she likes to cook extravagant dishes for Kung Lao whenever he visits.

11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

— So FUN FACT!! Kasiya actually stemmed from parts of Alora that I cut out for her revamp. Originally Alora (in my old fic) had the power to manipulate plants but once I started redeveloping her, it just didn’t fit in with her character anymore. I still liked the idea of plant manipulation so I decided to make a whole new oc and thus Kasiya was born.

27) What's their spirit animal? Or an animal you associate them with?

— Hummingbird! Truthfully I’m not quite sure why but ever since I started creating her, it’s just what I’ve been picturing.

————

Alex: @chadillacboseman

Billie: @cyberneticsanguinaire

Echo: @roofgeese

Kate: @bdfightclub

Questions

#thanks mama mal👹👹👹👹 #alora: writing #Kasiya: writing #mk oc #mk kasiya #mk alora #mk alex #mk billie #mk echo #mk kate #asks

[griffinsboyfriend]

Who are your favourite male Choices characters??

Oh it’s so hard! In random order, it’s these 3 fine men:

Edit: Here, I’ll post the 3 MCs that are attached to these gorgeous men. These are some of my favorite MCs too! It’s hard bc now I wanna include LOA MC and Gabe… ughhh too many! 🤪 let’s say they are here in spirit.

#edit: I only included male LI. I could include my top 3 MCs too 🤔 #loml #you could swap out Charles for Mal but like those are my top 4 #you could even swap one of these with Bryce #top 5 are those 3 + Mal and Bryce #but also Gabe is up there #how could I forget LOA Gabe #all of my OCs are gorgeous my gosh #3rdstreetfrank #griffinsbf ask

[funguslesbian]

E3 Dinah Liebermann, A5 Gabriel Desrosiers, F6 Mal Practice, and we gotta get G10 with Iggy Becile. Pick and choose whichever ones you wanna do! 👍

Muse coming in with the OC recs!!! This was fun!! You didn't say any palettes so I got a little silly with it ;)

Emotion/Palette challenge

#didn't do gabe cause i don't have a suuuppper clear design idea for him??? (among other reasons) #ask #my art #my ocs #contact #dinah liebermann #dungeons and dragons #mal practice #steam powered giraffe #ignatius becile

[shellyseashell]

descendants au where the core four plus some others are sent to auradon. they all have the same plan (get the other vks off the isle) but go about it in wildly different ways. there is no communication among them. (also they have foster families but that’s besides the point)

mal, being maleficent’s daughter (2014 maleficent) is a protector. and not above cursing people to get her way. she’s staying with mulan and shang, so maybe she learns a less violent way to protect people, but it’s also enforced in her to do what’s right. while she’s encouraged to just try to fit in, she knows from her mother that sometimes you can’t blend in. currently, her plan is to intimidate ben into listening to her. it may or may not be working.

evie is also not above cursing people, though she prefers to charm them first. or manipulate them. staying with snow white doesn’t help at all, surprisingly. though maybe she stops caring about her looks so much. anyway, she’s a healer, so with every chance she gets she’s ranting to whoever will listen about how bad healthcare is on the isle. it may get disgusting sometimes, but hey, it’s working. ben insisted they send better medicine on the next boat.

jay has magic, because jafar was a sorcerer when he was sent to the isle. with the barrier, he may not be at his full potential, but hey, it’s there. now, jafars scepter is in auradon. jafar tells jay to steal it and sure, okay, he’ll do it, if only so his father will feed him should the whole thing not work out and they’re all sent back to the isle. but then he realizes the scepter would give him more power, and jafar is always lamenting that he’ll never be as powerful as he was. so jay decides to steal it to prove he can be that powerful, and with that power he can liberate the isle. also, he’s staying with aladdin and jasmine. aladdin knows exactly what kind of person jay is, because he was him once too. he guesses jays plan within minutes of meeting him. he says nothing, but when jay is inevitably caught, he makes sure he’s not sent back to the isle.

carlos is happy to just not be his mothers servant, but given he’s staying with cinderella, that’s enough for her to fight for other kids to get off the isle.

isidora, my oc, is the daughter of the queen of hearts/red queen, since i base my headcanons off the live action. anyway, she couldn’t careless about auradon. she doesn’t care about the isle much either. this isn’t because she doesn’t want others off the isle — she does — but her mother is having an affair with time himself, so she knows things will happen when they happen. even if that means she has to bully time into helping her. what she does care about is how many places in wonderland could be turned into homes. she doesn’t exactly have much of a gang, but she does know carlos, and through him she has connections with mal, and mal has a lot of connections, as one of the main leaders of the isle (kinda want to call that alliance the triumvirate tbh). her personal goal may be not getting beheaded by her own mother and working the salon, but she has a sister to look out for, and mal may call on her resources one day. also, she’s staying with alice in wonderland, and let’s just say she fits right in.

claudine was invited off the isle, but she was also smuggled off so her father wouldn’t find out. she’s honestly just happy to be away from him, but she’s also part of the lost revenge, and uma is her captain. technically uma’s orders were to not forget about them, but claudine interpreted that as “get us out of here, if you can”. so she gets close to ben, makes sure he knows exactly what happens to vks. as one of the isle kids with the worst home lives, who better to inform him? her foster family, the de chateaupers, support her on the basis of she exists, and if frollo of all people was allowed to raise another kid, who else was?

how do these plots collide? i don’t actually know yet, except that that’s not all that’s going on, and the isle becomes a war ground at some point.

#feel free to ask more about this! #gonna call it the foster family au #since that was originally what it was #foster family au #disney descendants #mal bertha #evie grimhilde #jay descendants #carlos de vil #descendants oc #oc: isidora of hearts #claudine frollo

[lilyoffandoms]

A Year of Kisses 2022

From my year of kiss series for these two. Thank you to each and every artists that made this series possible! You are all a joy to work with and I am so very grateful to each and everyone for the gorgeous art you’ve created for me!! Thank you all for sharing your immense talent and skill with me!!

Artists (from left to right staring at the top): @lethendralis-paints @cashweasel @kundool @deheerkonijn @javsarts @weetlebeetle @kollapsar @mooreaux @rosefuckinggenius @/ArtbyAinna (IG) @littlestpersimmon @callmebeem

#choices blades #blades of light and shadow #tyril starfury #tyril x maiele #mal x daenarya #my oc: maiele nightbloom #my commission #a year of kisses #fanartists are the best #do not tag as your oc/mc #do not claim as your own #do not repost #ask artists permission before downloading and/or using #blades 2 when?!

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

Hello, how are you?

Question: Do you write fanfics? Any writing in progress or planned? Just curious to know.

Forgive me if I am disturbing you. I hope you're doing well and having a great day/noon/afternoon/evening/night wherever you are 🩷

I'm doing alright! hbu? Don't worry sending me asks doesn't bother me at all <3

I do write fanfics and make edits! I have them all linked in my pinned masterlist post. Thanks for sending this ask because now I have an excuse to talk about my stuff!!

I have some ideas for what to post so I can list them below if anyone is interested I'll work on them more/release them earlier. More info about the bigger projects will be found on my masterlist

Choices Related

Blades II: I have a lil mini fic about Mal and how he deals with Salem disappearing but @lawrencebarkley beat me to it with a Tyril x Reyna fic and I won't be able to top that imao here it is if you wanna read it! I def recommend it

Blades II: Aerin and Salem unexpectedly reunite and talk about the betrayal amongst other things

Nightbound: Jealous!Nik x Lyra headcanons specifically with her friendship with Cal imao I have a list already because jealous fics are fun for me to write so I may or may not post that

Ride or Die: A cute lil fic of Lyra and Colt reuniniting or Lyra visiting Mona and Shaw in prison

Non-Choices Related

Broken Stars w/ @magicwithineleteo (sorry for tagging you so much bestie 😭) between us it's a very big inside joke but I have some oneshots I can update and post at some point

Livin' the Luxe Life: THIS IS NEW!!! I decided to start releasing stuff about this story idea I've had for years since I've worked hard on it so why not? I'll post a new chapter to Ao3 soon. I'll also be posting TikTok edits about this since it's an original story lolol

The Kaleidoscope: more info soon…

TYSM FOR THE ASK!

#asks #livin' the luxe life #playchoices #broken stars #nightbound #ride or die #blades of light and shadow II #blades of light and shadow #mal volari #mal volari x mc #salem nightingale oc #voltingale 🏹 #coltra 🏎️ #colt x mc #colt kaneko #lyra lexington oc #nik x mc #nik ryder #lyrik 🪄 #mona ride or die #aerlem 🌑 #aerin valleros #aerin x mc #the kaleidoscope 🌈

[mtsodie]

#y2kos #ocs #mal function practice ware #🎨 #umm . ask 2 tag ... jic ...

[normaloffice]

Hello everyone! As you know I have a few Normal Office projects I've been working on BUT, I've also decided to slightly tweek the character designs for some of the main characters for 'Project Nightshift'! (that being Casey, Michael and Mal)

I hope you guys enjoy their newly improved designs, I think they truely represent how these characters are meant to look and appear:

Normal Fucking Office!!!! My favorite line I wrote that Casey says is "I HAVE TO FUCKING SWEEP THESE GOD DAMN FLOORS MICHAEL JESUS CHRIST!!!"

#[casey] #[michael] #[Mal] #[update] #[art] #oc ask blog

[andnatiabrosca]

maybee 19 Or 29 for either Nat or Mal?

this is Late but this is from the [artifacts of thedas] prompt list (always open! just struggling sometimes to get things done in anything resembling good time.

[@layalu pinging you in case tumblr doesn't want to tell you I answered the ask]

19. a pendant of a paragon for Malachite (and kind of Nat?)

"Look like you lost this, boss." Bull's even voice falls over Malachite like a warm blanket. 

Her sight isn't quite back yet, so she lifts a hand.  "I'll take it.  Can you sort in my bag?  I need a heal and my compounding kit." 

Bull's heavy as he squats down, brace clicking as he shifts into a sustainable position.

"There you are," he says, pressing a small metal disk into her palm.

She knows it from just that weight.  Flips it over and rubs her thumb against the face.

“You about found the sodding thing?” she barks towards the sound of Bull rummaging in her rucksack.  Sharper than she intended. 

“Just looking for a cleaner rag,” he replies, even and steady.  “You’re gonna need something for those eyes.  Ever heard of blocking?”

Must be worse than she thought.

“Hard to block a fucking blood-crazed bird.  If I were the Maker’s wrath sort…”

“After all the shit coming after you, I wouldn’t blame you,” Bull says and hands her an elixir.  “I thought I’d seen almost everything out here.  Crows that drink your eyes, well.  Didn’t see that.”

The healing elixir helps the floating feeling in Mal’s everything, and removes the overwhelming urge to just lie down and sleep. Forever.

The sluggish numb relieved, the pain makes itself known.  And the ache.

Rough linen – one of her spare shirts – presses hard against her forehead.

“Sit still and I’ll get this stablized,” Bull says.  “I’m no healer, but you’re not going anywhere like this.”

Malachite complies, sagging into the leg Bull has kindly propped behind her.  She needs to top up on her philter soon, especially after that fight, but she can’t hope to compound one if she can’t see – it’s only been a few weeks.

The little iron pendant in her hand – she knows that without sight.  Tries to build an image of it in her head from touch alone to distract from the burning and tugging as The Iron Bull disinfects and stitches her head, quick and dirty.

The pendant is a little bigger than a sovereign, but feels half as heavy.  The iron is pitted from years hanging from her neck.  The reverse was once blank, but she ground her name fighting seasickness on a long sail.  On the face is the cameo bust of a dwarven woman.  She can trace the outlines and feel the proud cheekbones, the wide nose.  Malachite knows the woman – barely a woman, to be fair – depicted on the face looks hard and tired in the sharp geometry of dwarven art.  Her face is too sharp, life fading on her cheeks.  Her eyes glare even in the cast metal.

“Could be you,” the smith had joked selling her the disk.

“I used to want to believe in the Maker,” Malachite admits, like Bull is going to give a shit.  Not like Cassandra would, or even her Josie.

“Yeah?” he entertains her, tugging sharply to set a stitch.  “How come?”

“I’m casteless. My family were thrown out of the Stone before living memory, for a reason we can’t remember.”  She sighs and lets herself slump into his lap, pain cresting nausea in her stomach.  “Figured if I was going to be a second-class person, I might as well do it with a g-d that hadn’t already tried to kill me.”

“No g-d wasn’t an answer?” Bull asks, pressing a dry section of her shirt against a bleed.

“Don’t pretend you don’t undersand, Ser turned-myself-in-for-reeducation.  I’ve never been the biggest thing out there.  I just hoped whatever was there was friendly.”  She’s starting to drift along with the pain.

“Because the Orlesian Chantry is known for being friendly?”

“Point taken.”

There’s a last sharp dousing of alcohol, the greasy paste of an elfroot poultice, and she’s patched up.

Bull huffs, shifting pressure off his hips and her off as she opens her eyes.  “’Always wanted to’ isn’t the same as ‘believed in’.  Nor ‘want to believe in’, present tense.  What’s keeping the Herald of Andraste from believing in the Maker?”

Malachite holds up the pendant, weaving the leather cord around her fingers. 

“This,” she says, holding it out to Bull.  “I was almost seventeen and a smith threw this in with some leathers I bought off him.”

“Some kind of charm?” he asks, respectfully not touching it, although the spark in his eye betrays his interest.

“Paragon charm, yeah,” Malachite says, pulling her arm closer before the tremors start.  “But it’s who the Paragon is.  See the raised bit on her cheek there?  She’s casteless, like me. She’s a reminder.”

“Reminder?” Bull starts adjusting his braces where they loosened during the fight.

“She’s out there, somewhere.  Reminding that even us the Shaperate claims are forgotten by the ancestors – even we have a place in the Stone.”  The smith’s words spill out of Malachite’s mouth – words that kept her breathing through her mother’s death. 

And then the words that have kept her breathing even as the whole damn world calls her Herald and Saviour.

“Nat Brosca was just some duster to the Shaperate, but she was always a Paragon of Duty.  It doesn’t matter if Thedas is calling me Herald of Andraste.  I’m still Malachite, of House Cadash, and I’m still going to fight that rotting magister because someone has to.”

#birch answers #layalu #thanks for the ask!! #this is what came of slapping drafts 1 3 and 5 together #(did I finish this to avoid outlining love knows life? yeah.) #it's not quite Right yet but it's okay. kind of lost Mal's voice for a minute I think #oc: malachite cadash #prompt game