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dragoneyes618 · 10 months

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4. What fandom’s/ship’s fan fiction do you read the most?

6. What’s the last thing you read that made you laugh?

17. Describe a fic that is still in the ‘ideas’ stage.

19. What’s your favorite character headcanon? (Could you do this for Claudine or either of the Hook siblings, please?)

4. Descendants and Coco, with Warrior Cats and Encanto a close second.

6. This one part in Dracula, when Mina's writing in her diary "I wonder where Jonathan is and if he is thinking of me!" And considering this came just a couple of chapters after Jonathan's journal, where every other page he's mentioning Mina and how he longs to see her again and what she would say and how she gives him hope etc etc....I just found it funny.

17. A fic inspired by Never Again by RubyofRaven. The basic premise of Never Again is that no villain is allowed to have more than one child on the Isle; as soon as a second (or third, or fourth...up to however many children a villain has) child is born, the first child is taken off the Isle and brought to Auradon.

The Isle doesn't know that, though. They have no idea what happens to the children who are taken away.

So, for example, CJ Hook is growing up on the Isle and never met her two older siblings.

But this applies to all kids on the Isle. None of them knew their older siblings. They all know that if they ever have a younger sibling, they will be taken away forever.

But, and this is what my fanfiction will be about....what about Mal and Hadie?

They are siblings. Half siblings? Full siblings? Older? Younger? They don't know, and they don't say, and they don't dare ask, for as soon as anyone finds out they're siblings, one of them will be taken away, never to be seen again.

19. Character headcanon for Claudine: She has pyrophobia, for obvious reasons. But she also absolutely adores small children. I have no idea if this is a fandom-accepted headcanon or just one that only I've thought of. Oh well.

Character headcanon for the Hooks: The thing is, there are very few groups of siblings on the Isle. There are many only children, a few pairs of siblings or cousins, but the Hooks are the only set of three siblings on the Isle aside from the Gaston twins and Gil, and an indeterminate amount of Tremaines.

So why don't they stick together? Why don't they form their own crew, instead of splitting up?

The thing is, each of the Hooks had a deep-rooted fear of abandonment, of betrayal, of being left alone. This is especially, especially prevalent in CJ, but the others have it as well, and to no small extent too.

Maybe it's because their mother left them to be raised by Hook. Maybe it's just a natural insecurity. But, regardless, it is what it is.

The Hooks look around at the Isle, and what do they see? They see no set of siblings being united.

They see Mal and Hadie who refuse to acknowledge that the other is kin to them.

They see the Gaston twins, who despise their younger brother as a weakling.

They see Zevon, who joined CJ in her attempted takeover of Auradon, and Yzla, who joined the Anti-Heroes club.

No set of siblings is united. No set of siblings is together.

If that's what it's like for every set of siblings they know, why should they be any different?

And so they split up. They do not verbalize it; perhaps they are not even conscious of it. But they do not trust themselves and each other to remain together for long.

And this doesn't just apply to each other. The fear of abandonment applies to every friendship, every alliance, they form.

If I'm the captain, and I'm a good captain, and I take care of everybody and I lead them well, than no one would ever want to betray me, right?

If I'm the first mate, and I'm a good first mate, and I do absolutely everything my captain says, then I'll always get to be the first mate, I'll always have my crew, because they won't have any reason not to like me, right?

If I don't have any crew at all, no friends allies or anything, except when I really really really need to, then no one can leave me because I won't be close to anyone in the first place, right?

Right?

Send me some fanfic asks!

#panthera-tigris-venenata #answered ask #descendants #the isle of the lost #disney descendants #hook siblings #harriet hook #harry hook #cj hook #mal descendants #hadie descendants #dracula #mina harker #jonathan harker #claudine frollo

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mymaleficaria · 8 months

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want it on record that when lucy compared herself to a cormorant i was fully convinced that was a fruit. like an orange or something. idk. apparently it's a bird?????

#dracula daily #aug 30 #lucy westenra #mal speaks

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lenaluthorsgf · 2 years

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i am so glad that mina is with jonathan now but oh god lucy. my baby. she deserved so much better this isn’t fair. not alone, not like this. please god.

#dracula daily #mal talks

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ok-be-nice-to-me-pls · 2 years

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Ok so here for you dracula daily folks is a poem that kinda reminded me of dracula and more specifically his three baby-eating girlfriends, if only for the fact that its about a lady vampire.

Its called The Vampire and was written by Charles Baudelaire around the 1850's and was published in his book Les fleurs du mal (The flowers of evil) . It is from the point of view of a guy whos in love with a gal (the vampire) and feels like a prisonner of her and his love for her

So anyway here it is with my favorite translation of it (by Atti Viragh)

Le vampire (The vampire)

Toi qui, comme un coup de couteau,

Dans mon coeur plaintif es entrée ;

Toi qui, forte comme un troupeau

De démons, vins, folle et parée,

You who, keen as a carving blade,

Into my plaintive heart has plunged,

You who, strong as a wild array

Of crazed and costumed cacodaemons,

De mon esprit humilié

Faire ton lit et ton domaine ;

- Infâme à qui je suis lié

Comme le forçat à la chaîne,

Storming into my helpless soul

To make your bed and your domain;

— Tainted jade to whom I'm joined

Like a convict to his chain,

Comme au jeu le joueur têtu,

Comme à la bouteille l'ivrogne,

Comme aux vermines la charogne,

- Maudite, maudite sois-tu !

Like a gambler to his game,

Like a drunkard to his bottle,

Like maggot-worms to their cadaver,

Damn you, oh damn you I say!

J'ai prié le glaive rapide

De conquérir ma liberté,

Et j'ai dit au poison perfide

De secourir ma lâcheté.

I pleaded with the speedy sword

To win me back my liberty;

And finally, a desperate coward,

I turned to poison's perfidy.

Hélas ! le poison et le glaive

M'ont pris en dédain et m'ont dit :

" Tu n'es pas digne qu'on t'enlève

A ton esclavage maudit,

Alas, but poison and the sword

Had only scorn to offer me:

"You're not worthy to be free

Of your wretched slavery,

Imbécile ! - de son empire

Si nos efforts te délivraient,

Tes baisers ressusciteraient

Le cadavre de ton vampire ! "

You imbecile! — For if our means

Should release you from her reign,

You with your kisses would only breathe

New life into the vampire slain!"

– Charles Baudelaire

#dracula daily #poetry #i think les fleurs du mal is such a rad name for your Very Angsty poems #go read more of his work

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lakeglitter · 2 years

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genuinely sad that i didn't hear from my friend jonathan harker today

#dracula daily #i can't believe some people on the internet and bram stoker made me look forward to getting emails lol #mal speaks

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iscarioted · 2 years

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I don't get the whole daily Dracula thing but I do have the book myself so I think I'm gonna try to read the first chapter or few.

Btw pics of my book under the cut because it's a cool looking copy

#mal text.#mal reads dracula.#the side of the pages are like. silvery too its p cool

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malallory · 11 months

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I freakin love Lucy omfg

#mal's #dracula #dracula daily #lucy westenra #mal's dracula

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letterboxd-loggd · 2 months

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Vampyros Lesbos (Vampyros Lesbos: Die Erbin des Dracula) (1971) Jesús Franco

March 7th 2024

#vampyros lesbos #Vampyros Lesbos: Die Erbin des Dracula #1971 #jesús franco #soledad miranda #ewa strömberg #dennis price #Andrea Montchal #Heidrun Kussin #José Martínez Blanco #paul muller #Paul Müller #lesbian vampires #Das Mal des Vampirs #Im Zeichen der Vampire #Schlechte Zeiten für Vampire

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gaysindistress · 10 months

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When Night Comes - six

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: cursing

word count: 3k

five | masterlist

Tag list: @vickie5446 @cakesandtom @buckybarnessimpp @hidden-treasures21 @unaxv @mal-adaptive-dreams @elizacusi-blog @vonalyn

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Losing the fight to her anxiety, she clambers to her feet after kicking her shoes off and stumbles towards her bedroom. Still oblivious to the person who snuck into her room hiding in the shadows, she rips the corset off and steps out of her pants while trying to find something less suffocating to wear. Settling on a t-shirt she stole from her brother and a pair of old running shorts, she goes to the bathroom to wash off her makeup and take her hair down.

The person steps out from the shadows when she isn’t in the room and drops down onto her bed, making themselves comfortable at the expense of terrifying her. When Sunny starts to come out of the bathroom, they quickly get up and hide along the wall of the door. Their hand clamps down on her mouth as she breaches the doorway to prevent her from screaming.

“Don’t scream, it’s just me,” Yelena whispers in her ear and drops her hand, coming around to sit back on her bed.

“What… how… what the fuck are you doing in my room? How did you get in here?” Sunny stutters in shock, backing up until her back collides with the well.

“I came to apologize and answer any questions you had.” “Start with how you broke in.”

“Is it breaking in if your window was unlocked?” She teases, leaning back in her hands on the bed.

Sunny shakes her head in disbelief while pushing herself off the wall to sit at the top of the bed away from Yelena, “Yes that’s still breaking and entering.”

Yelena shifts to lay on her side and her face hardens for a moment, “I know about Alix.”

“Do you really think so?”

“I know as much as I’ve been told and I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

Sunny looks down at the blanket she’s sitting on and begins to pick at the loose threads. Her grandma had made her and her brother matching quilts when she was first diagnosed with dementia. She said it was her way of leaving a piece of herself behind for them to cherish forever. The array of faded blues and ocean-themed squares stare back at her as she ponders her meaningless apology. Yelena hadn’t been the one to kill her brother, the one to break her down until she was nothing. She didn’t even know Sunny until a week or so ago so her apology means nothing and is empty because it can’t fix what Alix broke.

“How do you know her?” she asks, still not looking at the blonde woman.

“You probably already know this but she runs a drug ring out of California and we sometimes have run-ins with her trying to expand out here.”

“Did you know she’s Lycan?” Yelena hesitates for a moment, “Yeah that’s another reason for our run-ins. We… our people don’t get along.”

“What does that mean ‘our people don’t get along’?”

“Lycan and,” she takes a deep breath before revealing their secret, “Strigoi. We have a long and complicated history.”

Sunny briefly looks at Yelena, “Strigoi?”

She doesn’t answer and searches her face for something, anything to point to if she knows what a Strigoi is. When she doesn’t find anything, she extends her hand out for Sunny to take. Instead of fully placing her hand in hers, she lets her fingers glide over her palm, letting the cold of her skin cool the burn of her anxiety.

“Strigoi, we uh we are immortal creatures that live off blood.”

Her hand stills its motions but doesn’t retreat, “Vampires. You’re telling me that you’re a vampire? Vampires and werewolves exist?”

“We prefer Strigoi. Twilight and Dracula gave ‘vampires’ a bad rap.”

“You eat people and you’re concerned about your reputation?”

“Well,” she lifts herself up a little to look at Sunny better, “it’s more that I don’t want to be associated with Edward every time someone finds out about us.”

“Wait, how Edwardy are you?” Sunny asks.

“Edwardy? That’s not a word but we don’t sparkle in the sun if that’s what you’re wondering. We have these rings,” she turns her hand over slightly to show the said ring, “that stop the sun from killing us.”

“And how does the whole turning thing work?”

“You have to die with our blood in your system.”

Sunny’s face is pulled tight in confusion as she processes what Yelena said, “I’m not going to ask why someone would have your blood in them. That’s a little too weird for me. Anyways, you're a Strigoi. What about Bucky, Steve, and Peggy? Are they also Strigoi? And Peter, is he one too?”

Yelena rolls her eyes, “it’s not that weird. Our blood has healing properties so if you got hurt, we could heal you by giving you some. As for the other 3 they are, including Peter but he doesn’t have a daylight ring, hence why he’s a pain in the ass. He’s been trying to convince Steve and Bucky to give him one but they keep denying him.”

“No that’s pretty fucking weird. Literally, no one else has magical blood that can heal people,” her humor returns for a moment, giving Yelena hope that she’s handling all this pretty well, “Any particular reason why they won’t?”

“You’d be surprised how many are out there. But they don’t want to deal with him 24/7. It’s easier if he’s just not around for at least half of the day.”

She chuckles dryly, fingers inching towards Yelena’s wrist, “Did he really ask you to watch over me?”

The tension comes flooding back and she begins to worry if Sunny will dart like she did at the club.

“He did but I wanted to get to know you. The date, the flirting, the kiss, all of that was because I wanted to. He had nothing to do with it.”

“How can I believe you?” “I promise. All of it was real, every second of this is real.”

A moment of silence.

“Do you know what Alix wants?”

“I don’t and I don’t think he does either but we can keep you safe. All you need to do is let us.”

“That’s easy for you to say, your crazy ex hasn’t chased you across the country after killing your brother and telling you that they’re a fucking werewolf. Not only that but I also just found out that vampires exist too and the two people I was talking to happen to be ones while being mobsters on the side. Oh yeah, and my ex is somehow connected to my two current situationships and I still have no idea how. Yeah, let me just decide if I want to get further involved in all of this real quick.”

“If it makes things any easier, I can tell you how we know Alix,” Yelena says quietly as if not to disturb the bear inside of her.

“Honestly it probably won’t but why not add to the chaos that’s my life now?”

“Well she’s been trying to move her drug operations over here but she’s not allowed to because it’s Strigoi territory and Lycan are not allowed to enter without permission.”

“There’s territories? As in ‘this section of land is mine and you can’t come in unless I say so’, that kind of territory?”

“Pretty much. Just wait until I tell you about the witches. Those guys are MEAN and know how to hold a grudge.”

Sunny rubs her temples with one hand and pinches the bridge of her nose while her other hand is still in Yelena’s, “Y’all got witches too? Let me guess that’s how you get your rings.”

“Look at you catching on,” she chuckles, cherishing the warmth of her hand in her permanently cold one, “but yeah Lycan have the west coast and we have the east coast. She’s putting herself in quite a bit of danger being here to look for you. So far, all of my contacts have reported that she wants you but no one really knows why.”

“Sounds like Alix. She was always so paranoid that everyone was trying to take her down. I mean, she wasn’t entirely wrong but still, she never trusted anyone.”

“Do you know what she wants?” “I can think of a few reasons.”

“Wanna share with the group?”

Sunny leans against the wall and pillows behind her, “We were dating when she killed my brother, I was there when it happened, and I also knew about her gang being Lycan so take your pick.”

“It’s been almost 5 years, right? It wouldn’t make sense for her to go after you now.”

“Nothing that woman does will ever make sense.”

Yelena’s phone buzzes in her pocket and with an exacerbated groan, she pulls it out. Bucky’s name flashes on the screen and the thought of throwing the godforsaken electronic crosses her mind as she reads the message. Sunny’s awaiting her explanation, watching every move and micro expression that might appear on her face, “Head boss wanting to know how I am?” “Something like that,” she tosses the phone to the end of the bed behind her, turning her attention back to Sunny, “What do you say: let me be your personal bodyguard or force me to stalk you? Either way, I’ll be close by if anything were to happen?”

“It’s tempting having you at my disposal.”

“I sense a ‘but’.”

“But,” she draws out the ‘t’ sound, a sad half smile pulling at her face, “I can’t live my life in fear. Alix will get me if she really wants to. It’s not fair to ask anyone to put themselves in harm’s way like that even if you’re immortal.”

“Bucky’s going to have someone watching you even if you say no.”

“Like I tell my kids, we can’t control what others do. We can only control what we do so if Bucky wants to be a controlling asshole and ignore MY wishes then let him.”

“I’ll be sure to relay the message. Get some sleep and I’ll see you in the morning,” Yelena says as she pushes herself off of the bed. Their hands slip apart as she does so, the barely smile she’s wearing dropping as it happens. She hesitates before grabbing her phone and giving one of those awkward smiles when you’re unsure of what to do next.

“Text me if anything weird happens, okay?”

“As if my life could get weirder after tonight,” Sunny jokes while pulling one of the various blankets from her bed up.

“Good night, голубка,” and with that Yelena disappears out of the window again, leaving behind a deeply exhausted and overwhelmed Sunny.

“How is she?”

“Ya know, confused, scared, pissed off. All of the emotions one wants to avoid when trying to date someone,” Yelena huffs into the phone as she drops down from Sunny’s fire escape.

“Yelena.”

“She’s a little shaken up but okay. She doesn’t want our help though.”

A dark chuckle comes through the other line, “So you’ll be there tomorrow morning?”

“Obviously,” she stops to look both ways before stepping out of the alley, phone wedged between her shoulder and ear, “As for wanting to know what Alix wants, she’s just as clueless as us. All she was able to tell me was what we already knew which reminds me, you need to talk to her and apologize.”

“And why is that?”

“She was there when it happened. I can’t imagine your little conversation pulled up some very fun memories for her.”

“Are you trying to get me punched?”

“I mean sometimes you need to be taken down a few pegs.”

Her joke is met with silence which replaces the side eye she would usually get. Digging into her pocket to find her keys, the car beeps to life as she waits for him to make a snarky comment. When it doesn’t come, she says, “Anyways find a time to apologize to her and me for that matter. You crashed our date and don’t think I’m going to let you off the hook for that.”

“You can have the East Village house.”

“And?”

The car greets her with quiet ease as it starts and the phone call switches over from her phone to the car’s Bluetooth. During the change, she might have missed what he said next but the mention of Romania doesn’t go unnoticed by her. Their ancestral home had become a place of mystery after years on the run and changed identities. She barely remembers the last time she had even stepped foot on Romanian soil let alone visit the estate he is offering up. “And a trip to the Bucharest estate.”

“Deal.”

As usual, he doesn’t say goodbye when he hangs up, letting the disconnected sound speak for him. One might think he would learn basic manners when in reality, he was simply forgotten to care about human customs entirely. The emotions of another are not his concern most of the time unless they belong to a woman nicknamed Sunny who is growing to hate him with each passing minute.

Silence is a welcomed visitor as sleep coaxes her to drift into the abyss of nothingness. When Yelena slipped out of her window, she quickly checked every other window and entry into her apartment to ensure that no one else might sneak in. One intruder a night is enough for her as she lies staring at the ceiling. The anxiety she felt before Yelena came has dwindled down to its normal level, that is what feels normal to a person who has been in hiding for five years and chooses to work with children daily. However, at this rate, her children might become the light of her life, her escape from the chaos that Alix has brought with her.

Alix.

Alix is in New York. Alix is here. She knows where Y/N… where Sunny is. And no one has a single clue about what she wants with her. No amount of digging up the past will bring an idea to fruition, leading her down the dark hallway of her mind that she has purposely ignored for the last five years. There’s no way that she would come back now to get her. They weren’t even together for that long so her being the one that got away, the love of Alix’s miserable life is highly improbable. Her knowledge of Lycan and other creatures similar was limited until hours ago. She poses no threat to her gang or any other Lycan. As for her brother though. The police hadn’t believed her back then so why would they magically change their minds now? Why would she suddenly be more credible now to them? Even if they did believe her, her testimony wouldn’t be enough to put Alix away, and if by some miracle, it did, she wouldn’t be in prison for long. She had the best legal team drugs and blood could buy so it wouldn’t matter if there was a star witness to testify against her.

Against Alix, she doesn’t stand a chance. Against Alix, she is powerless, vulnerable, and weak. Against Alix, she is nothing.

And that crushing weight of nothing is what fills her as sleep overtakes her body.

A crueler mistress than time is humanity. Humans have laid waste to the world that Bucky loved and grew up in. Humans have twisted the myths about his kind until they became feared demons who people sought to destroy. Humans have ruined any chance at a ‘normal’ life or what can be considered normal to a creature that lives for as long as they wish. Normal is not in his kind’s vocabulary even when Steve and Peggy adopted a child to resemble a nuclear family. He had advised them against it, explaining that they would either watch their child grow old and die or they’d have to damn him to a fate no one truly wanted. Found family is the only family that Strigoi can afford to have.

They ignored him even though he was their leader, going through with the adoption and bringing home their beautiful son, Wyatt. In efforts to make up for their lack of obedience to his word, they made Bucky the godfather and Natasha the godmother which meant everything to the woman who never imagined she would have a family. His sentiment wavered when he laid eyes on the perfect child who cooed and reached for him the moment he came to stand in front of Peggy.

“Would you like to hold Wyatt James?” she had slipped in his middle name as an extra apology but it was not needed.

Holding Wyatt in his arms, warmth, and joy he hadn’t felt in years burst through his rigid body and brought tears to his eyes. Before him was a human child that knew no judgment, no hatred, and only felt what appeared to be loved as he giggled and wiggled in his arms. Before him was the one thing he hadn’t felt since his family died at the hands of enraged villagers; pure love and adoration.

She reminded him of Romania albeit because they were both forbidden fruit he would forever be tempted with. No amount of blood would quench the thirst he felt when she crossed his mind. No amount of alcohol would quail the fever in his stomach that she ignited when he saw her. No amount of weed could suppress his urge to take, claim, and own her. The remaining human side of him felt disgusted when these urges appeared but how heavenly would it be to allow himself to switch off his humanity and indulge?

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #mob au #bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky barnes imagine #mob!bucky #mob!bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky barnes and reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #when night comes bucky barnes #marvel #marvel imagine #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier imagine #winter soldier #vampire au #vampire bucky barnes #vampire!bucky

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calamitys-child · 8 months

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Obsessed with the audiobook choice to make the borogravians all northern except mal who is Dracula. I love them so much you have no idea how much I adore these little genderfuck desperate losers with swords. Monstrous regiment u r everything to me forever

#ive reread this (or listened to it) every year since I was 13 and it gave me the first glimmer of hope in my gender and my life #and in my righteous fury about all the horrors in the world. the bigotry and closed mindedness and war and prejudice.#the abuse and exploitation of the poor and disabled and queer. the way the military industrial complex chews people up #spits them into the dirt #ten years now and every year i get a little more secure and kick back a little harder. pterry as always i owe you a homemade sandwich and #a damn good book to read if ever we meet once my own hourglass runs dry #gnu terry pratchett

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metvmorqhoses · 1 year

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So... thoughts about sab season 2 lmao

The writers were obviously on acids while concocting this high drivel.

It's a new fantasy genre they just founded with this season, you know, High Drivel.

They completely butchered the Darkling's character and I had to painfully witness ten hours of Ben, completely conscious of it, trying to conjure every Beauty and the Beast refrain to delay the Titanic-like sinking of his character and ship (from Phantom and Love Never Dies, to Dracula and Frankenstein to literal fanfictions I'm now sure he reads).

They completely missed the entire point and meaning of Darklina, making it a one-sided, one-dimensional stalker/simp-victim with angry Stokolm syndrome dynamic.

They threw famous line after famous line at us completely out of context as if they were bones to bait rabid dogs with (I will never forgive how they turned the sardonic "I'll make sure you hear when I make her scream", elegant half-threat and half-innuendo, into an angry madman growl with no meaning whatsoever).

"Let me be your monster!" - my children, you have read too many fanfics and not even the good ones.

Don't get me started with Baghra, the relationship counsellor and motherly hero (tm).

The shameless way they painted Aleksander taking possession of the stag amplifier as an assault metaphor. Disgusting.

I honestly didn't believe possible to do worse than the actual books, but never say never! The reasons why I hated the books were magnified this season. If Alina's reasoning and idiocy and lack of interest in her destiny and counterpart just did not make any sense in the books, in the show she is a thousand times dumber and one-dimensional! Put against this new version, books!Alina was depth personified! And if the books felt like rushed unelaborated summaries, the show is now an even worse mess! I cannot believe those are the same people who created season one. I'm astonished.

They eradicated the entirety of canon Darklina's scenes. Not a single one was present. Not one.

The tether is now for everyone to use and abuse, not only a personal soulmate thing. The Darkling is in Mal's dreams too lmao

Merzost suddenly killing the Darkling, of course. Obviously not to make Alina appear less of a cold-blooded murderer, not at all. Perhaps they should have remembered to make her fake a tear or two while burning the corpse of her ex-lover looking like a dumb emotionless fish.

Genya reduced to the victim (tm).

Nikolai the good woke boy (tm).

Nikolai giving up the Sturmhond title to the first tracker he meets, of course.

I loved how after ten hours of soppy eternal love declarations Mal dumps Alina because their love isn't real lol epic stuff.

And by the way this is still considered more valid and important than the relationship with the poor bastard who actually allowed the dumb angry fish to end him while daydreaming about her, his only peace in a thousand lifetimes of war.

Alina turning dark gives me a feeble hope, but the writers should come down from whatever drug they are currently using first.

Said hope involves the fact that they extinguished both Malina and the hatred towards the Darkling this season, and I like to think they did that to give us the proper dynamic with dark!Alina and the Nikolai's duology resurrected Darkling. But who knows if they will see reason.

#shadow and bone #shadow and bone s2 #the darkling #darklina #i won't be polite and tag anti things because malina stans never do #the grisha trilogy #anon #asks/replies #one and one thousand stories lis told #sab spoilers

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mymaleficaria · 9 months

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mthedm ---> mymaleficaria

Hi gang! I've had this blog since high school, but somewhere in college it fell into disuse and disrepair. I've been itching to get back on here, as a space on the internet that's not...ya know *gestures at the Twitter-sized elephant in the room*. But I also wanted to go in with a fresh coat of paint and reintroduce myself to y'all, maybe even make some new friends (or enemies. That could be hot.) A lot has changed!

Wait, why do I follow you?

Statistically, you followed me because of Wolf 359! I was big into podcasts back in the day, WTNV, Wolf 359, all those. I also wrote some Wolf 359 fics and was semi-active on the discord. Still fondly remember the show and might reblog fanart once in awhile, but it's not the direction this blog's going to go, so feel free to unfollow if what up I'm to now isn't your jam.

What's this blog about now?

Wouldn't you like to know, weatherboy? Frankly, I'm ADHD as fuck, so that'll vary by the day, but I have a few fandoms (do we still say fandoms in the year of our lord 2023???) that I've been into lately.

Dimension 20: I started watching D20 a little less than a year ago, and it entirely took over my life. It's just a series that's so robustly funny, wonderfully told, and never fails to make me smile. I'm especially fond of ACOC and Fantasy High.

Dracula Daily: I'm in this shit for the long haul! I think Lucy and Mina should kiss, but that's neither here nor there.

Game of Thrones/HotD: This show ended in a trash fire, but it literally lives in my head rent free. The political intrigue, the drama. Ugh. I'm a targ girlie through and through, so I've been eating up HotD, though it's nowhere near as good imo. Am also currently reading the 1st ASOIAF book.

YA lit/Whatever I'm reading/watching: I've read almost 50 books this year so far, and am frankly, insane. Bonus points for queer reads! Not many people to talk about books to irl, so might ramble about them on here instead. Also watch a lot of random TV drama and some anime.

Writing: I'm a fanfic writer, and a fiction writer in general, so I'll post stuff about writing--complaints, story snippets, link to my fics, etc! Headcanons and all will be found here. I've also copyedited before, which is like writing but if you get even more nitpicky about it.

Personal/Whatever the hell I feel like/My D&D Games: Life happens and sometimes you want to scream into the void. Ramblings, jokes, whatever. I transed my gender in the past few years and sometimes I'm mad about it! I also just graduated college! Madness! I play a lot of TTRPGs, and I'm usually on brainrot for one of my characters at any given time.

Why's your new username that?

One of my favorite book series is The Scholomance by Naomi Novik, and in the series, Maleficaria are the horrifying monsters that threaten to kill the students every day, and what is tumblr if not a place full of vile, evil beings? Plus, it means you all can call me Mal.

Anything else?

Nope! Other than to feel free to drop me a line and say hello, especially if you want to scream about D20. I'm p alone in this brainrot irl, so I'm pretty much always down to talk about the Bad Kids... especially Adaine and Fabian. I'm also always down to take fic suggestions in my asks! This show genuinely lifts me up when I'm down, so sharing it with people is one of my favorite things.

My fics (shortlist):

In Sweetness, There is Violence: Angsty ACOC one-shot about if Ruby had made a different choice in the finale. Obligatory Caramelinda Caramelinda-ing.

the words i speak are wildfires: A HOTD one-shot I intended to be smut, that ended up instead being more like a romantic sapphic moment of healing between Alicent and Rhaenyra. What can I say? I like childhood friends to enemies to lovers.

Stay Stellar: An unfinished (and, very likely, discontinued) 15-chapter high school AU for Wolf 359 that I wrote with an old friend. Featuring some truly crazy shenanigans, a lot of embarrassing Kepcobi moments, and a surprising amount of theatre.

#mal speaks #dimension 20 #d20 #a crown of candy #intro post #fantasy high #game of thrones #asoiaf #dungeons and drag queens #dadq #the scholomance #dracula daily

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