#malice au

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A Haunting Sonata (Reprise)

A gift for my dearest @purahtech !

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Cinderella Snapped (Alt Version)

This is an alternate version of the fic I wrote that takes place in @arickaandherfictionalothers‘s Reverse!Descendants au, specifically my version that includes Azalea. This version doesn’t include the song, so here’s the link to the og if you want to read it. That being said, hope you enjoy!

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Upon cresting the stairs, Aricka peered around the corner cautiously. A dark, decrepit hallway expanded before her, the wallpaper peeling and floorboards splitting. A musty scent lingered in the air, as many of the windows had been boarded up in a crude fashion. The only light that entered was through small cracks that were scattered along the walls and ceiling. 

Aricka stepped into the hall, wincing as the floor creaked under her feet. Aricka treaded carefully along the hall, unable to shake the uneasy feeling welling in her stomach. Her eyes darted around, scanning her surroundings for any sign of danger. The silence was almost deafening, her own heart and stuttering breaths ringing in her ears. Eventually, she approached the door at the end of the hall. Stopping in front of it, she paused before she entered. Debating with herself at this final passage, only her own speculation aiding her at what awaited her on the other side. Taking a breath and gathering her courage, Aricka placed her hand on the knob, opening the door. 

She was greeted with a somewhat small room, a table with three banged up chairs on her left, and what appeared to be the remains of a counter and some cabinets on her right. On the far side of the room was a dingy coffee table, above it an open window. Next to it was a couch, threadbare and stained; with Azalea lounging on it. 

“‘Bout time you got here.” Xe said.

“Azalea, what is this place?” Aricka asked. 

Xe took a drag of the cigarette in xyr hand, the sunlight illuminating the smoke. “It’s my own little corner of town. Place’s been run down for years, so I figured it was a perfect spot.” 

“But… Mal lets you live in the castle, why would you want to come here?” 

“Sometimes a guy just wants to smoke a cig in peace.” Xe shrugged. “Look, I know it's a bit different than the luxury rooms and king sized beds you bunch are used to, but having a hidey hole can be beneficial in more ways than you think.” 

“Okay…” she stepped closer to xem, taking in the room. “So then, why did you ask me to come here?” 

“As you might’ve guessed, I don’t bring people up here too often.” Azalea flicked xyr cigarette into the ashtray sitting on the coffee table. “But, I figured this would be a good place to talk.” 

“Talk?” Aricka turned to xem. “I thought you were going to teach me more about how to be a villain?” 

“Oh, I still intend to teach you. But you’re already familiar with what I have in mind.” Xe rose from the couch, slowly approaching her. 

She raised a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“The thing is Aricka, you’ve done well in our time together. You don’t learn the ways of these streets overnight, but you’ve picked it up fast enough. However, you still have one flaw.” 

Xe was a few feet away from her, emerald eyes glaring daggers. 

“You still hold back. You’ve yet to truly break free” 

“What? But, I’ve done everything you’ve told me- you said yourself that I’ve been doing well!” 

“And you have been. But you ever stop and wonder why I’m doing this for you? Why Mal brought you all to the Kingdom of Malice?” 

Aricka couldn’t bring herself to answer, almost dreading what Azalea was to say. 

“Because the world that your parents made isn’t the happily ever after they had you think it was.” 

“It’s not- What are you talking about?” 

“Your gaggle may not realize it, but we’re doing you all a favor. We’re helping you see the potential that your parents locked away in a golden prison.”

“But your parents were the villains, they were the ones to take over!” 

“And your parents force you to be their prim, proper puppets.” Azalea almost snarled the last word. “They dress you up in what they want you to wear, and marry you off to whoever would benefit them.” 

Aricka froze. What xe described, this fake fantasy that everyone was happy after the fairy tale, but was just propping up a ruse to save face, 

That was her life back home.

“How… How could you know what life was like for us?” 

“Because it's the same story every time. The guy gets the girl, all the problems fade away, and they ride off into the sunset together.” Xe began pacing around the room, hands gesturing to his description. “Sounds nice for the ending of a storybook, but if you want anything outside of this ‘perfect’ little status quo they invented, it's out of the question.” 

“The isle may have been stifling, but it was safe. We had no other choice.” 

"Maybe so. But has it ever occurred to you that the ones keeping you safe weren't so perfect themselves? Have you ever truly taken a look in that mirror you praise, to see the ruse your parents puppet you with? They don’t consider anything beyond their fairytale happy endings that they’ve been blinded by, because to them, that’s all there is. To them, that’s all your life ever will be.” 

“But… Why would you care what happens to us? Why go through all this trouble just for the AKs?” 

Azalea turned to her. “Because we’re not like our parents.”

Confusion returned to Aricka’s face. “But- you still have the barrier up around the isle.” 

“I can’t control what Mal does; but I can control what I do. I can control what I wear, who I love, what I do. I can control my life, Aricka, and so can everyone else. That’s what we claimed for ourselves, that’s what this kingdom stands for. Our lives aren’t defined by a storybook, and yours shouldn’t be either.”

Aricka’s mind was racing, everything Azalea said made sense, but how could it be true?

“It’s just… My life used to seem so perfect when I was younger… We were the heroes of the story, we were supposed to be the ones with the happy ending!” 

"Don't you get it Clarice?” Xe raised xyr voice. “This is why we brought you here, to free you from their grip. In this town, we can be whoever we want to be, and it starts by stepping out of the image our parents forced us into. It starts with us!"

“But why us? Why bother with me? What is this worth to you?!”

"It's worth your future, my future, the future for all of us! Your parents kept you in a prison, but you didn't notice ‘cause it was plated in gold- just like all their other trinkets."

Clarice stared blankly, trying to process the whirlwind of thoughts in her head. Azalea watched her. 

“We brought you here to free you. We brought you here to reinvent who you are, outside of their untouchable image."

She bites her lip, hard enough to bleed. “I still have a sister back on the isle. Alexandra. She needs us. Chad and I. Otherwise she’s doomed. I can’t let my mother-!” 

Aricka seemed in disbelief of the words coming from her own mouth, heart sinking upon the realization.

“Azalea, I can’t let Alexa be trapped in that stuffy life.”

Xyr lips curved into the hint of a smirk. “Exactly.”

“But I can’t- I can’t be evil. I can’t kill someone. I can’t make- I can’t purposely hurt someone.” She sputtered. “That’s not who I am.”

"Then don't be. We're trying to break you out of a death grip that's been around your neck your whole life, not force you into another one."

This seemed to puzzle Aricka. “Isn’t that what villains do? Hurt people, take what they want without caring about anyone else?”

“Well, not all of us. Like I said earlier, we’re not like our parents. Yes, our kingdom has a scary name and we’re not as strict about… Much of anything, but we’re not truly evil. We just value self autonomy in a way that makes people like your parents mad. Makes ‘em feel threatened, realizing we've wormed our way out of their grip.” Xe looked out the window. “Admittedly, the shoddy infrastructure is a byproduct of Maleficent’s rule.” 

She pondered xyr words, looking back at xem with wide eyes. “You… You really are trying to help us.” 

“That’s the idea. But we can’t help you if you don’t accept it.” 

She stood in silence for a few moments. “... I want to talk to Mal. I want her to know I chose being a VK over being some perfect prissy princess.”

A pleased smile spread across Azalea’s face, eyes slightly narrowed. "That's all I needed to hear. I'll let her know to expect you."

Xe returned to the couch, plunking down as xe retrieved another cigarette.

“So, what am I supposed to do now?” 

"You, my dear, can do whatever you like. Go, stay, it's up to you. But remember, in the Kingdom of Malice, one's fate is up to the individual, not anyone else."

Azalea lit the cigarette in xyr hand, studying the sunset as he put it to xyr lips. Aricka just stood for a moment, contemplating what she had learned. Turning to leave, the new perspective of her childhood was unfurling in her mind, memories replaying as she pieced together the reality of it all. 

Perhaps those in the Kingdom of Malice weren’t so malicious after all. 

Perhaps those on the Isle of The Fallen, the ones who were framed as the benevolent heroes, weren’t as picture perfect as they made themselves out to be.

[lady-impa]

here is the full version of my ( poorly done ) icon of Malice Impa from my au !

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i feel like i only made the weird concept of the malice au thing cause like 1 im edgy and 2 i really like designing things

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

The Soldier and the Spy: A Matthew x Alice WWII AU (The Doctor Blake Mysteries)

The year is 1940. 

Seeking a way to utilize her unusual abilities, Australian expatriate Alice Harvey accepts a position with the SOE, an espionage organization based in Britain. She becomes one of thousands of female agents engaging in sabotage and reconnaissance against Axis powers, her identity and position within "Churchill's Secret Army” a closely guarded secret.

An early volunteer for the Second Australian Imperial Force, Matthew Lawson is biding his time in the UK awaiting possible German invasion. While he helps the 18th Brigade bolster the British garrison, he learns of a planned transfer to Libya.

Spending an evening in a busy nightclub with his Army buddies, Lawson spots the striking Agent Harvey. Her sharp mind intrigues him, though he is wary of her dangerous skills.

Matthew’s noble, adventurous charm is difficult for Alice to resist, while unfolding events demand that she focus on her work and avoid any notion of romance. 

Lucien Blake, her most trusted Army contact, is becoming ever more erratic as he seeks word of his missing wife and child. Jean Beazley, the widow managing the boarding house where she lives between assignments, is growing suspicious of her frequent absences. And her young protege, SOE trainee Mattie O’Brien, is engaged in a worrisome affair with a local officer.

Will Matthew get to know the woman behind her carefully crafted persona, before he ships off to the Middle East? 

Will Mattie learn to put her training first, even as she watches her mentor torn between duty and her own feelings?

Will introducing Blake to Jean help them both find solace in the midst of tragedy?

Or will Alice’s work with the SOE put everyone she cares about in danger?

[artisticzaati]

It's been quite some time since he's been in town... 👁

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Anyways, have some pre-Yiga Robbie, Yiga Robbie, and Amadeus shitposts.

It's from a cursed thread going around Twitter. I caved in and had to draw some.

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Let the Malice take over.

A little thing for @akkalatechlabs , @hatenotechlab & @lady-impa . I love the Maliced!Sheikahteers so much.