#malprism

[7-inches-of-satanic-panic]

[pikiserra]

Tall gf and small gf >:)

[superloserz]

I headcanon Malevola has a bit of a crush on Prism, even if they get on each other's nerves sometimes (Mal likes to be chill, and Prism loves the Drama; but damn if Mal doesn't scope out Prism's legs as casually as she can).

Imagine Waterboy has a crush, too, and Mal notices. She teases him and he's like "What? No, no. It's not like that..."

"Dude, she gave you a goofy nickname and you smiled so hard when she wasn't looking."

"It's mean... 'Soggy' isn't my name..."

"But you kinda liked it. It's okay. I think she's hot, too." She pinches Waterboy's cheek and his face goes beet red.

"Oh god," he blubbers.

"Don't worry," Malevola says with a wink, "your secret's safe with me, babes."

Waterboy covers his face as Malevola laughs.

[birdsandbeetlesandmoths]

Malevola and Prism being assigned to a call together

Only for Mal to pull Prism aside to worry over her injuries that she refuses to go to the infirmary for and insists she’s fine, despite the fact that her shoulders are tense and she’s been scowling at everyone in her general vicinity

so then Mal heals her with soft kisses and presses of her nose, taking her pain away in mere moments and feeling her muscles relax under her touch, barely feeling the ache that settles into her own skin and bone

Prism fusses over her attention, the slightest bit embarrassed from it simply because she never expects it. She learned not to for so long. It’s still a bit new.

She distracts Mal by kissing her hard and dragging her away from the mission to give her a ‘real thank you’.

The call never gets completed.

Robert has long since stopped trying to interrupt them, so he just mutes their comms until they both show up at base.

Prism is glowing bright, hair frazzled but practically beaming, smug as hell as she steps out of Mal’s portal. Malevola looks at her like she’s hung the sun, moon, and stars herself, bruises and turquoise lipstick stains on her mouth and trailing down her neck.

Robert refills his coffee for the second time this morning.

Sonar has to be shut up before he asks for details. Malevola waves off his platonic teasing and ruffles his fur when she puts him in a headlock.

Flambae whistles, playfully catcalling as he passes them, commenting on Prism’s damage to their favorite demon lady. Prism smacks him on the arm, but regrets nothing.

As they exchange an entirely too fond and too self-satisfied looks, they’re sure neither of them do.

[birdsandbeetlesandmoths]

my malprism brain worms are rising from the ashes of my flambert obsession

[superloserz]

prism/malevola to me is like... prism sitting on malevola's lap at the bar, complaining about whatever and malevola is kind of half listening like she's kind of Too Much but man she's cute... they're both wasted. prism gets off on treating people's laps like her mini throne. malevola is happy to oblige and gets handsy with her thighs and butt. I think prism looks good sitting on muscular thighs and I think mal would agree