ayy i'm fallow, thanks for stopping by!
i'm a simple storyteller lookin for a place to put my random thoughts. (and art, occasionally!)
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Podcast-[by suns and stars]
knife go krr
1: a room. in the foreground, another kid sits eating a sandwich. in the background, young mal stands by a window, setting their backpack down near a table.
2: Mal sits at their table looking down disinterestedly with one hand on the lid of a metal lunchbox. Around them are various noises from other people talking, represented visually as blank word bubbles and score marks.
3: Mal opens the lunchbox to see their stuffed bunny, Chuffles, immediately sit up from inside and reach out towards them. "Mallory!" exclaims a voice in their head. They stare blankly, seemingly caught off guard. Text next to their head says "ah".
4: Someone from out-of-frame says, "Hey Mallory! What's [obscured text] lunch?" Mal immediately slams their lunchbox shut, their mouth extending into a rigid line and sweat beading on their face. The voice in their head says, "Hey. Hi! It's time to talk! Rude."
The second image is two drawings of Luka, a humanoid with a floating fiery orb for a head. He's wearing a long coat and gloves, with a sash tied around his waist. In the first one, he walks hurriedly with one hand on his hip and the other holding a piece of bread. He says, "lol sry gotta go toast is done ✌". From out of frame, Mallory says, "dammit luka". Luka adds, "(also it's cosmic toast that will consume your whole dimension if I don't consume it first but that didn't seem important to mention)". In the second sketch Luka is wearing a mask that looks like a simplified version of a human skull. He smiles and gives a thumbs up. end id.]
[id: a grayscale drawing (fountain pen on bristol board) of Mal, a human wearing large round glasses and a hooded coat. They are scowling with their teeth grit, nose wrinkled, and tears running down their face. Through one lens you see one of their eyes, entirely dark including the schlera. The other lens is filled by darkness, a distorted spiral, and a reflection of flames. They face straight towards the viewer. Their coat is clasped at the neck and the hood is up. A sort of glitch causes the edges of the hood to flicker to the side around their face. The space around their head is angry scribbles and crude drawings of knives and cross marks. Two semi-transparent hands are on their shoulders from behind, and bordered by fire come the words, "Focus. Focus. Focus the energy." end id.]
[id: a three-panel comic.
Mal as a child, maybe around ten years old, stands with their long dark hair messy over their face, wearing a t-shirt and jeans and holding a stuffed bunny in one arm. They're drawn in shades of blue. From out of frame, their mom asks, "Are you sure you want to bring Chuffles to school, hun?"
Mal clutches Chuffles tighter and nods silently as a sort of vivid darkness gathers around their head.
The third panel is golden and warm as Mal's mom stands smiling down at them. Her hair is pulled back in a ponytail and her face is kind. She says, "Alright. Ready?" and holds out a backpack.
Transcript- [audio from brooklyn 99]
Mal: "So again, your alibi is...a mysterious stranger handed you the gun, made you put your prints on it, robbed the store, and then hid the gun in your underpants." [A series of scribbles shows R doing these things except instead of robbing a store they kick Tina into a hall of mirrors.]
Zak: "Well yeah, if you say it like that it don't sound believable."
Mal: "Oh, hey Captain! Did you get my report on the Finley murder?"
Luka: "Uh, yeah I looked it over--nice work."
Mal: "Good. Thanks, Dad."
[silence. in the background Zak laughs so hard he falls out of his seat.]
Mal: "Why is everyone staring at me?"
(offscreen): "You just called Captain Holt 'Dad'. You said 'thanks, Dad'."
Mal: "What? No I didn't--I said 'thanks, man.'"
Luka: "Do you see me as a father figure, Peralta?" [In the last frame, text next to Mal's head says "maybe".]
Mal doesn't know how much to tell.
Of course their patron has already told them the pact does not have to be secret, but still they have their doubts. They know he has their best interests in mind, and yet...he's so disconnected from this reality that they doubt he would understand. It's a sensitive thing, to reveal that your magic is not your own.
And Mal has just woken up from a very important dream.
How much can they tell before the others ask too many questions?
the figure reaches out and holds your face in both hands. "Focus. What do you see?"
Mal takes another look yet it seems nothing has changed. "Still just space..."
The figure gets blurrier now. While at first they were an indescribable mote of light now they seem to be made of the blur of a faded photograph. Their gaze almost seems to be going through you. "Look harder."
[id: unfinished digital doodle of fallow's character mal. the drawing so far depicts their head, torso, and a single thin leg. mal has a shaved head and is wearing round sunglasses. they have an indecipherable expression. everything else about them is drawn very simply. end id.]
#shitpost #i just had to #do u ever just. make a wrong stroke and then decide oh hey this is hella weird but in a fun way actually #i think it expresses an emotion #ill leave it up to you to decide what that emotion is #tag ramble #art #fallow scribbles #silly #described #mallory yun #ashtonvilla high #nonsense #if i actually clean this up ill post another version later lol1 note
ive been making somewhat cryptic posts on my character mal's worldanvil profile as the storys been going down, its here if u'd like to observe the chaos >=3 https://www.worldanvil.com/hero/mallory-yun
(fyi the story does involve school, a cult, and kidnapping and mal does curse, just a heads up)