Request Malamarifying Our Fics!

[kintsugi]

[this is a very serious request mods pls dont ban me]

I was diligently reading through stories about My Friend Malamar by way of this week's super special weekly newsletter edition, and it occurs to me that I haven't done my part!! sad.

Unfortunately, i have so many plot ideas already and so little motivation ... but that's no way to show my appreciation to my my friend Malamar now, is it? If only I had realized this sooner instead of spending years (including before I even met my friend Malamar) writing about other Pokemon ... but my friend Malamar made me realize I can fix this, and they also showed me how I can help you fix this if you have this problem too!

Behold:

The moment before it all ends is serene.

Time slows as a crack inches down the stone floor, tracing its way through the chaos of the battle above it.

At the foot of the dais, a reuniclus is splayed on the stairs, his arms limply tracing down the steps. Collapsed beside him is a carracosta in heavy-plated armor, his fins and head partially withdrawn into his shell.

Closer still. A serperior is frozen in mid-leap, every leaf on her body glowing with green light, so bright that it blots out her face. Beside her, a trainer stands, one hand frozen and outstretched, eyebrows furrowed, mouth halfway through a command. The human’s face is smeared with dust, but her eyes brim with dark flame.

The crack twists around the battlefield. An archeops rises up to meet the serperior and her human, his wings halfway down, talons outstretched. Even when still, his plumage is a feathery blur of brick red, leafy green, sky blue.

At the very epicenter of the fracture, the yang dragon erupts. White-feathered wings unfurl across the room, bringing all under their shadow. Blue eyes blaze with all the intensity of a dying star. Their mouth is open in a roar so loud that it blots out all other sound, all other commotion, except—

{Is this what you want, Hero of Truth? If we act here as one, what we do will not be undone, by my power or any other’s.}

“Yes. This is what I want.”

Your name is Natural Harmonia Gropius, and you’ve finally, after all your struggles, saved the world.

1000% more better:

The moment before it all ends is serene.

Time slows as a crack inches down the stone floor, tracing its way through the chaos of the battle above it.

At the foot of the dais, a Malamar is laying on the stairs (a/n: Malamar would never be defeated), his carpsids limply tracing down the steps. Collapsed beside him is a Malamar in heavy-plated armor, his keel and tentacles partially withdrawn into his mantle.

Closer still. A Malamar is frozen in mid-leap, every phosphore on her body glowing with golden light, so bright that it blots out her face. Beside her, a Malamar stands, one sucker frozen and outstretched, myopsid eyes furrowed, mouth halfway through a command. The Malamar’s face is smeared with dust, but her eyes brim with dark flame.

The crack twists around the battlefield. A Malamar rises up to meet the Malamar and her Malamar, his dactylus halfway down, suckers flared. Even when still, his mantle is a cartilaginous blur of milky white, inky black, and blood red.

At the very epicenter of the fracture, the yang Malamar erupts. White-tipped tentacles unfurl across the room, bringing all under their shadow. Golden eyes blaze with all the intensity of a dying star. Their beak is open in a roar so loud that it blots out all other sound, all other commotion, except—

{Is this what you want, Hero of Truth? If we act here as one, what we do will not be undone, by my power or any other’s.}

“Yes. This is what I want.”

Your name is Natural Harmonia Gropius, and you’ve finally, after all your struggles, become Malamar's friend.

Simply donate to the Friends of Malamar society (we accept bitcoin, subway coupons, and krill) in any increment, post an excerpt in this thread, and I will turn your story from boring to friendly-to-Malamar! If you're feeling inspired, feel free to also post your own Malamarification--all glory to our friend Malamar!

 

[Welkamo]

Holy Malamar this is what my fics have been missing: Malamar. Yeah even the non Pokemon ones need Malamar.

“Where did Malamar come from?”

It was a question that caught Mala Knight off guard whenever he heard if. It was a good question, and a very common one too. It wasn’t everyday that someone crashed landed in Malandmar, after all.

And yet, Mala Knight had a hard time coming up with an answer. On a purely technical level, Malamar came from a star. And that… was as far as Mala Knight could ever get. For two reasons.

Reason number one: Most babies were born from an act of love, love between souls and a desire to create life to love. Malamar was created to be friends with everyone in the world. And that mission succeeded: Malamar was everyone’s friend, everyone’s hero, everyone’s live, laugh, and love.

Reason number two: Mala Knight still didn’t understand Malamar. In general, obviously. But also… How could someone possibly be a friend to everyone, despite all of their differences? What connected everyone together? And more importantly… Was it even a good idea for everyone to be friends with the same person? Ignoring everyone else, only looking up to Malamar as their only friend?

No. How selfish to think that. Mala Knight didn’t need any other friends besides Malamar. And since everyone was friends with Malamar, their mission was complete. If there was a higher being—No, Malamar was the higher being. Malamar was everyone’s friend, just as they were meant to be.