Azzrael ♡

Let me present to you "Twisted Beach Movie", a Malleide/Leovil story.

:D (Don't get tired of me, please)

In this universe, Vil and Idia became friends when they were 12/13 (little Ortho really wanted to try filming, Idia ended up wrapped into it) and since then, they started the tradition of watching the same shitty (yet mysterious) old musical every summer.

Now Vil is moving away to pursue his career in the film industry, so its their last (full) summer together, and so, they watch once again that stupid musical.

They get trapped into it. Vil wants to make the story better in the name of art, Idia just wants to go home: they are forced into song.

And if you're asking: Malleus is the surfer but goth version, Leona is the biker, Yuu is the protagonist. The original musical was a love triangle.

And now? Now it's just a mess. Malleus ended up crushing on Idia. Leona and Vil have this...weird tension between them. Yuu is just happy to be there. The characters slowly start to gain consciousness and it shifts from a comedy to some sort of… essay on existentialism.

Its been a while since I've posted anything- welp, anyways:  I started another Malleide fic a while ago (Ik, shocking.) and made them lesbians because we don’t have enough yuri in here.

Here are a couple (ugly) drawings I’ve made about em’, so that maybe you’ll take a peek to the story 🥺🥺🥺

Here’s the initial concept (aka, the drawing I made while I was bored in class)

And here’s how I picture Fem!Human! Malleus with her admittedly weird taste:

Ladies and Gentlemen (and everyone in-between) I have finished my Phantom of the Opera x Malleidia AU!! 

I don’t know if I’m happy with it or if the void that I’ll feel now that I have nothing else to do with my free time is bigger. (/j)

Hi!!! Here is the first chapter of that Phantom x Malleidia fic I promised! 

So, hi: I know I haven’t finished the extras of the SVSSS x Malleidia yet but I have the deepest hyperfixation on the phantom and this game right now, so bear with me 🥺 (I also have a literature exam tomorrow and it’s late at night so, this is kinda a mess, hehe)

I’ll write this weird-ass version of the phantom when I finish the marriage extra, ok? But I couldn’t contain myself. Here’s a little drawing:

And, after the following explanation, a snippet of a scene:

In this version of the phantom Malleus is both the Phantom and Raoul. Raoul-Malleus is his public face, the facade he has to keep as a prince in the human world.

The phantom is the way he expresses all his repressed feelings, and the identity in which he’s free enough to be in his ‘fae-form’. Because I want to keep this kinda in tune with the book, Malleus is going to be a little homicidal, manipulative, scary and desperate when he’s the Phantom— but he has a good heart, I swear.

Idia is Christine, but like— “Doesn’t know how to sing, is actually a technician and does all the special effects and the sound of the opera”- Christine. Which means he’s basically the Donna Angelicata of this story, because yes— ✨Romanticism, Gothic literature✨. Don’t worry, he’s still a loser gamer.

The musical prodigy of the story is Ortho.

Silver, Sebek, Lilia, Riddle, Azul, Vil and Rook’s roles are the ones I have kinda planned (but won’t go into detail yet— just know that they will appear, even if just a little), I don’t know what to do with the others? Maybe they are all part of the ensamble and have cameos or something HAHA

ANYWAYS, HERE’S THE SNIPPET IF YOU WANT TO READ IT:

Idia’s back hit the cold stone wall of the underground ruins, the torchlight dancing alongside the cold wind. The Phantom stepped out of the darkness. He was the one made of shadows and unyielding hunger, the one who sang the sweetest songs to him through vents and forgotten passageways.

The mask glimmered. “Why do you run from me?” he asked, voice echoing through the catacombs “You came to my voice. You answered it.”

Idia swallowed, fingers trembling against the stone wall he clung to. “You— you cornered me down here..”

Malleus flinched, as if hit.. The cape around him tightened like folded wings.“I— I did,” he whispered. “I am what they think I am. A monster. A madman haunting the Opera.” He stepped closer, slow, careful, as if approaching a terrified bird. “But you—you look at me as though I might still be something else.”

Idia wanted to shrink back, but he held himself still. He forced his breath to steady. “I don’t hate you.”

The Phantom halted. “You pity me,” he realised in a whisper..

“Maybe,” Idia answered truthfully. “It’s hard not to. You seem— um, lonely.”

Something cracked in Malleus’ expression. Fragile, breaking, finally vulnerable.

“Lonely.” He echoed as if the word itself stole his strength. “I have been lonely since the night I was born. They see a prince, a bearer of ancient blood. But they do not see me. They never touch my hand unless bowing. They never speak to me unless fearing. They never— never love me unless commanded.”

Idia’s throat tightened.

Malleus stepped closer, the mask now close to Idia’s face. His voice dropped into a hoarse mutter—raw, stripped of royal dignity. “If I am the phantom, it’s because men’s hatred made me so.”

His hand, gloved and trembling, rose but stopped before touching Idia’s cheek. “If I am to be saved, it is because your love redeems me.”.

The words shook something inside the human. Fear, yes, but also tenderness, compassion.

“Malleus…” he murmured, eyes half-lidded. “You shouldn’t rely on me like that.”

“Then who?” His voice cracked, a plea barely covered with rage. “Who else has ever looked at me without recoiling? Who else listens to my voice as if it were meant for them? Who else—” he stopped mid-sentence, then swallowed, hard. “Who else stayed?”

Idia felt so small before him—before this wounded, furious, yearning being who had split himself into two just to survive. The Phantom made a shaky sound. Half a gasp for air, half a sob.

“I am horrible,” Malleus continued, stepping close enough that Idia could feel the cold of his skin. “But you— you make me wish to be more.”

Fear and love fluttered in Idia’s heart.

For the first time, Malleus lowered his head, as if the human were someone holy. A salvation he felt unworthy to touch.

“Idia,” The Phantom whispered, voice shaking, “tell me I am not beyond redemption.”

Idia hesitated, then lifted a trembling hand and brushed the edge of his mask. “You are worthy of love, Malleus Draconia.”

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I swear I’ll try to update Dumbass Programmer’s Self Saving System late this night- if it’s not today, it’s tomorrow.

This is the original image if you’re wondering

Hi, here’s the stupid idea:

What if, hear me out, SVSSS x Malleidia

Idia as a depressed uni student that is preparing to take on his family’s company but doesn’t want to. He ends up making a Visual Novel to pass time and to kinda escape reality: Malleus is the main character, the OP dragon-protagonist, of said story.

It becomes really popular, but everything goes to hell when he uploads the final chapter and nobody likes it. Frustrated, he starts writing an alternative ending even if he’s very proud of his work and, in doing so, ends up transmigrating into the novel as the main villain.

Ortho is the system.

Idia tries his best to not be OOC, but he’s awkward AF so now Malleus thinks the villain has a crush on him. Misunderstandings and shenanigans happen. Malleus doesn’t end up with the player, but with Idia.

Mission: “Giving the protagonist a happy ending” failed successfully.

(I have a midterm exam this Monday and I’m thinking about this instead, y’all can’t stop the uber power of my uber adhd)