#maelia

[roetrolls]

New Blood

Prior to discovering his powers, what Bigby hated most about the circus was simple. Even in his time on the streets, the redblood had never seen someplace so loud. The carnival was an endless assault on the senses, manufactured for the wonder of those visiting with no thought spared to the ones who could not leave.

Flashing lights and garish colors, spinning music and roaring crowds, the relentless jostle of bodies passing too close to his–– every waking second was filled with just too much. It was enough to drive a person mad.

The only thing worse than living in the circus was dying there, but he’d seen no shortage of that either.

Were he a more introspective sort, Bigby might have ruminated on how used to the stimulus he had become, how novel the quiet still felt. Not even Maelia’s hive was truly calm, though its bustle was a warmer, welcome sort.

Pleasant as it was, it still meant that Bigby did not often find himself sharing company with silence at home. That luxury was found somewhere else.

Though some nights saw the House of Restoration buzzing with activity, many more saw it quiet and still, so calm not even the crickets dared disturb it.

If one thought on it, they could perhaps see the ways both carnival and church took after their respective leaders… If one thought on it, of course. Which Bigby, naturally, would not. He was not inclined toward such fanciful metaphors. 

Instead, he let his mind wander to what Maelia might be planning for dinner, a most pressing thought indeed. He considered briefly whether to call and ask, but the idea was easily dismissed. The general would be picking him up shortly, after all. 

With that crucial decision made, the boy busied himself rifling through his belongings, making sure he had not left anything behind. It was unlikely he had, given how diligent he was in tracking the things he owned, but it never hurt to check. Especially at a time like this, with the church’s entrance devoid of interlopers and plenty of empty space to himself.

Well.

He should have had the space to himself. But the quiet click of heels on tile seemed to indicate otherwise. Who else was on their way out at this hour? When he lifted his head to check, he found himself bristling at the four-eyed face that greeted him.

“Belbig.” Serafi scowled, disgust tugging at her lips. Whether her disdain was sparked by the boy himself or the life he reminded her of, she was clearly less than pleased to see him sitting in this refuge. 

“Bigby,” he corrected her sharply, tail lashing out his own displeasure behind him. “What are you doing here?”

“I could ask the same of you,” she countered, peering down her nose at him. “Last I heard you’d become Emarra’s latest plaything.”

Bigby growled at the mention of his former Ringleader, pupils morphing into slits.

What was once the pleasant buzz of quiet had morphed into a thick and heavy silence, strung out between the pair with enough tension to mimic a tightrope. 

Serafi surveyed him thoughtfully, half-lidded eyes somehow walking the line between both daggers and disinterest. How much did she know? She had already escaped by the time Emarra discovered Bigby’s ability to return from death. Somehow, she was aware of the favoritism that followed… Had she learned of his power as well?

The redblood narrowed his eyes at the thought, all too aware of the sadistic streak that had followed Serafi through the fairgrounds. She wasn’t the sort of person who belonged at the House of Restoration.

“What are you doing here?” He hissed again.

“Currently? Speaking to a dirty brat with an attitude problem.”

“You’re the one with the problem. You shouldn’t even be allowed in here.”

“Is that so?” she asked flatly. “And why not?”

Bigby gestured vaguely at the church hall around them, as if that alone was enough of an answer.

“The House of Restoration doesn’t discriminate, Belbig.”

“Bigby.”

“I behave while I’m here. I don’t hurt anyone within these walls. I think I’m more than deserving of the protection this place affords us.”

“You’re not.”

“What is your criteria for what constitutes the deserving poor, then, hm?”

“The people here are nice,” he huffed.

At that, Serafi barked a short, shrill laugh, hand floating just beneath her chin. 

“Look in the mirror, kid.”

Again, Bigby’s tail began to lash, but she paid his irritation little mind.

“You’ve met Ailzea. Do you honestly believe he’d throw me to the wolves just for being a little bitchy?” She scoffed, examining her nails. “I knew you were stunted, but I didn’t realize you were this juvenile.”

“You hurt people.”

“True,” Serafi hummed, finally lifting her eyes back to his. “It’s a shame your abilities never came to light before I left. I would have enjoyed having a turn with you…”

Instantly, Bigby felt his chest tighten. She tilted her head slightly and smirked, soaking in his reaction, and he suddenly realized that his hair was standing on end. 

“Are you scared?” the tealblood purred, ghosting a step closer.

Despite the pounding in his chest, he kept his feet planted, and she advanced no further.

Serafi was dangerous, but she was at least predictable. For all her talk, there was very little chance she would actually hurt him. Even if she were willing to risk the protection of Ailzea and his church, her own haphephobia made it unlikely that she would ever lay a hand on Bigby herself.

“No,” he breathed, left ear flicking once.

“Do I scare you, Belbig?”

He flexed his hand at his side, eyes darting across her face as the storm of an idea began to gather in his head. So occupied by his own thoughts, he almost didn’t notice the hulking shape that had entered his peripheral, its footfall heavy and familiar.

“It’s Bigby,” Maelia growled, drawing Serafi’s attention away from the tiny redblood in front of her. Much to the general’s surprise, however, Bigby raised a hand to stop him before he could intercede further. 

Then, without warning, he dragged his tongue up the length of his palm and stamped it directly on Serafi’s face. 

The shriek she let out was ungodly, but as Maelia’s bellowing laugh joined it in reverberating off the chapel walls, the result was almost harmonious.

[sasster]

“What’s this, then?”

[miks-fantrolls]

i hyperfocused and somehow its 5am now

maelia -> @sasster​

[himuromansion]

Research

«Maelia and Allatus travel to Azys Lla. In a containment bay under Maelia’s command are hundreds of Meracydian dragons kept in stasis. However, upon arriving, Maelia and Allatus discover that one of the dragons had at some point escaped and is roaming the continent. They track down the injured dragon, and Allatus engages it in combat.»

Maelia and Allatus travel to Azys Lla. In a containment bay under Maelia’s command are hundreds of Meracydian dragons kept in stasis. However, upon arriving, Maelia and Allatus discover that one of the dragons had at some point escaped and is roaming the continent. They track down the injured dragon, and Allatus engages it in combat.

[orokay]

Who is Maelia T‘Lorix? :)

Oooh thank you for asking this, I've been wanting to draw her/update her design for a while but I kept forgetting!

I don't have a lot of current information on her because I haven't really thought of her much in the last 5 years, but I'm too fond of her to scrap her. The basic rundown of her character is that she's a secret ardat-yakshi. I initially had her working at C-Sec, but I'm thinking of having her work for some sort of charitable organization or smth. The basic idea is that she still carries extreme guilt over her first (and only) kill and has sort of dedicated her life to trying to help people to alleviate that guilt. She's extremely kind and unintentionally charming, but keeps everyone at a distance because she doesn't trust herself despite having a lot of control over her compulsions. Mae has a bad habit of sending mixed signals because she accidentally draws people in before talking herself out of any relationship (platonic or otherwise), immediately slamming the metaphorical door on them to avoid getting too close.

[indig0trolls]

No one understands how much I love Cruxis Cathar

[marlasomething]

Cocoa Collabs Extra 1: This Could Be Me (Amnesia)

Hi! Marla here ready to do another “challenge”. This time: @cocoa-collabs 2022 with superminifics! The idea is to do both the extra props and the daily ones, making at least one a day being an Amelia Caller (like this one, yaih!). This podcast is a great source of inspiration for me and also a comfort, safe place and I am so glad to be participating on it… So, just please, forgive my quick tipper and non-native speaker mistakes and, leave a message (comment, kudos, random feedback) after the fic.

Allons-y!

Marla

Also on AO3!

[Beep]

CALLER: Hi! Uh…I am…Not-Diana. Yes, yes, I know that is a weird thing to say, but the only thing I recall before two days ago is thinking ‘I am not Diana Spencer’ (though I think I could play her on a movie) and, then, being pointed at the streets, with pity and…surprise? As if everybody knew me but, hey, if they really did know me, why on fucking Earth wouldn’t they help a bleeding, barely dressed with a half-destroyed nightgown?

Anyway, I don’t know why I don’t recall anything, but the only nice person I met said that he used to be… a completely different person and that you can help with that, because I looked as if I really needed to and…in all honesty?

I do, I fucking do (sorry about the swearing, again).

[Knocking against a glass door]

CALLER: Shit! Sorry, I am using a public cabin without paying (didn’t know some of them still worked…my amnesia might be even worse than I thought…) and the guy outside doesn’t seem to be a fan.

So…I will be here tomorrow, same time…waiting for a call-back. I might not remember who I was but…I know I am ready for a change… How do you like the name Timlin?

[The knocking gets more violent]

CALLER: Ok, ok, I am leaving, alright?!

[conandaily2022]

13 most beautiful Miss Grand International 2023 candidates

The Miss Grand International 2023 coronation ceremony will be held at the Phú Thọ Indoor Stadium in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam on October 25, 2023. It is the 11th edition of the international beauty pageant based in Bangkok, Thailand. On October 25, 2022, Isabella Menin of Brazil was crowned Miss Grand International 2022 at the Sentul International Convention Center, in West Java, Indonesia.…

[trollcafe]

o)-( <- thinking about that old man again

[sigery]

Gluttony: Are we going to get mer sonas or something?

Me: Probably not

Gluttony: Aww, why?

Me: My attention span is short, there are a lot of you, I don't know enough about marine life to classify you, and you would probably end up bland

Gluttony: ... Don't you have a mer for pp?

Me: Maelia is almost ten years old, he has so many forms and variations.

Gluttony: *pouting*

Me: Okay now out, meta time is over

[damistrolls]

SO BASICALLY

Harlan sent the twins to harass Mallum (Because Zerkev talked Orfuse out of going back to him, and he wanted to get back at him for meddling) and he succeeded in pissing off Zerkev, obviously. Zerkev went on to threaten Harlan for two reasons

a) WHERE is my son. You found him. Tell me where he is.

and 2) YOUR TWINKS DID WHAT TO MY SON!?!?!?!!?

And yeah.. WELL MEANWHILE, he also managed to piss off Maelia! Because Mallum is his son too, right?

And Orfuse … Well.. Orfuse can’t handle that Harlan is acting up so he was waffling about going back to Harlan and how this was all his fault and blah blah boohoo

And Maelia full on Threat Displayed Him for winging about Harlan in front of him, I mean he was towering over him, fans flared out, growling. THE WHOLE THING.

Luckily Lazali got his attention before Orfuse could piss him off further.

bETWEEN YOU AND ME

I think he would’ve killed him dead. How’s that for some angst?

"Holy shit, what a situation! There's a lot to unpack in that. I'm shocked I missed all of it! A lot can happen in a few days, huh? It's like you look away for just a second, and those old guys find some new way to completely shake things up.

I have to agree, if the Basilisk was really that angry, and things didn't deescalate, he absolutely could and would have killed the Evocator. Now THAT would have been a mess. Imagine the shit the Dominion would pull in that case.

... I need to go write. Now."

[roetrolls]

I was looking for this last night but it turns out it was on my ipad not my laptop !!

chase put this in maelia's tag challenge

[sasster]

Hm. Well I do like not dying. Let me just ask my dad real quick hang on ☝️🤓📱

(it's ringing)

Hi Maelia I got myself in trouble again

"Oh for fuck's sake!"

...

"Is that who I think it is? He's real lucky he's still capable of taking a breath without assistive devices as it stands already."

[miks-fantrolls]

short composition to depict the little happy feeling i get seeing blorbos

[himuromansion]

Legacy of Allag

While infiltrating the Syrcus Tower Kaede comes across Maelia who, like the other residents in the tower, was awakened from stasis by the Calamity five years ago. As Maelia is one of the only non hostile lifeforms in the tower, Kaede and Meteor question her on the history of Allag and she ends up returning to the research camp with the group after Meteor defeats Xande.

[theold-ultraviolence]

I was just imagining how Aegon and the other Targaryens would act with Amaelia. Aegon would be the wine aunt who insists on being the favourite and it actually pains aemond that he actually is one of the favourites. Aegon just loves to spoil her as he doesn’t want children but when Aegon talks to her al about women she gives him like all grown up advice on dating and he’s listening all intently. Though after a trip to a zoo and Aegon lost Amaelia (only for an hour!) aegon has his Amaelia privileges revoked and now needs Helaenas supervision for visits.

OHHH 100% AEGON wants to be the cool wine aunt living his best life just playing and pampering Amaelia 🤣 and Amaelia freaking adores him!! When he comes through the door she just knows she’s in it for a good time because her uncle is a silly, crazy man that will literally do anything to entertain her. And soooo cute about the advice bit! Of course!!! But also he’ll ask her opinion on literally any topic. He’ll sit on the couch all serious, going, “So, ‘Maelia, I hear you’re into sloths right now. Tell me all about them!” And Amaelia proceeds to give him a full on lecture on them, that Aegon listens to attentively and he asks her all the questions.

THE ZOO OMG. He totally lost her because he got too caught up flirting with a woman (taking Amaelia out with him is always good for his rep because ladies think he’s a hot single dad and approach him 🤣🤣). When he turns and she’s not there he goes ‘now I’m really fucked’ 😳😳😳 turns out she had just run to see the sloths. And while Aegon is the fun uncle, Helaena is the one that bakes her treats and lets her lick the spoon, and just overall such a soft aunt, who indulges Amaelia in her taste for weird stuff. She gifts her a lot of cool animal encyclopedias for kids, coloring books, all the cool crayons and markers and craft materials.