Are all white nationalists such whiny little bitches or is it just your thing? 🤣

I think the Malfoid trend is insanely fascinating because it's a commentary about men today. Malfoid was brought up from birth to hate everything about Harry, but despite everything in her corner of society pushing her to despise him and see Harry as a foe, she can't help but love him because he represents something her side of the wizarding world could never show her; honest love and a relationship not based on how useful someone is - which was one of the core themes of the books anyway. For men, Malfoid represents pure love - something modern men yearn for - because she had to overcome her own prejudices to let herself love him, and that's a love a man can trust. She fought for him while he fought the world that tried to enslave her emotionally and even physically. It's an incredible love story based on collective fan fiction by MEN that went viral because men are just thirsty for honest, trustworthy love. It's actually kind of heartbreaking when you think about it.

At what point do you ask if the Malfoid posting is hitting critical mass? I keep seeing peak after peak

*Sigh* Popular demand has forced me to post a rough draft preview from like Chapter 200. This is my Sci-Fi Malfoid that's coming down the line. If there's enough interest, I can skip to this part in the story. There has to be a LOT of demand though. Main protagonist in this scene is the guy btw. There was a commotion as Calyx burst into the private med-bay, the blue bird alien was panting. “Va—I mean Kells. You need to see this. There’s an alien that looks like you.” I stared at Calyx as if I was going to strangle him. My arm was still being rethreaded by the nano-printer, but I only needed just the one. I sighed, glancing towards the other occupant in the room who seemed amused that we were obviously using aliases. I puffed on my zakon dart as I considered my next move on the holographic Pa’Zac board. Through the blue pieces, I saw my opponent was calculating the conversation in the room as well as the game. I chose a Tyran Class War Mech and moved it onto the digital arena before turning back to Calyx. “You know very well why most species in the galaxy look similar to me.” I chose my words carefully. “No, I mean this one really looks like you. She just finished her round in the tournament. She slit a Korochoi’s throat. A Korochoi! It wasn’t even a fight!” Calyx handed me the data-slate. I groaned looking between the zakon dart and the data-slate before setting down my smoke in a nearby ashtray. I held the tablet in my hand, and my eyes scanned the screen for a second before I handed it back. “It’s just a flesh construct, Calyx.” “You didn’t even look!” My eyes squinted. “I don’t need to. I’ve run into my fair share of eidolons and the like. You can even commission a lifelike Nekomata. You can see some sort of spinal control device on her back—look it’s right there!” I suddenly snapped, my patience wearing thin. Calyx didn’t take the data-slate back, so I handed it over to our sponsor. The Rhodeshi, an alien species of mottled skin, oblong heads, and four eyes, took it. His amused expression dropped instantly. “That’s the Mairchoness Sorra Du’Vey of the Junta Dynasty.” Tenno whispered under his breath. “So?” I asked, reclaiming my zakon dart. Tenno stared at me if I was an idiot. “The Dyntasy hosting these death games? The greatest power in the Bellado Star Cluster?” Even if I didn’t have my cover to think about, I didn’t know how to tell him that the Bellado Star Cluster was very low on the galactic hierarchy. “I can guarantee you she is no flesh construct. They discovered her in an ancient stasis crypt. They are uncertain of the Mairchoness’ genetic lineage, though large parts of her DNA are found in every species in the Star Cluster. It most likely belongs to some precursor species that disappeared aeons ago, a race that may have been close on the family tree to humanity itself.” The Rhodeshi’s eyes flicked up to me, his mouth twisting into a knowing grin. Calyx gave me a sharp look with his yellow eyes. They were very similar to his great-grandfather’s. I glanced to the Rhodeshi, knowing my game was up. I motioned to Calyx to get closer, and I grabbed him by his yellow pilot suit so I could whisper angrily in his ear. “I have traveled this galaxy for two hundred and forty three years. Do you know how many of my kind I ever found after the war? None! Not a single one! I am telling you to stop!” I was breathing heavily. My eyes were a little wetter than usual. “Vas,” Calyx whispered back. “I know you. You’re going to regret this for the rest of your life if you don’t take this chance.” “It’s unlikely you’ll ever get an opportunity to speak to her,” Tenno interrupted. “The Mairchoness is part of The Hand, the seven assassins under the Lord Baron. They do not speak to the rabble. If you wish a chance to speak with her, it’ll be in the arena, and then only one of you would be walking away.” “They stole a child and turned her into an assassin?” I grimaced, shaking my head. I sighed deeply, rubbing my forehead with my remaining hand. I didn’t for one moment believe anything, and I vowed not to, but now I couldn’t leave it. It was what my father would’ve done. “What happens if I kill another member of the Hand?” I asked, kicking myself. Tenno scoffed. “You don’t understand. The Hand are some of the greatest warriors in the galaxy. You do not simply kill one of them.” “But I presume as is usual with galactic custom, the strongest takes the fallen’s place, am I correct?” I asked. The Rhodeshi gave me another knowing look. He thought he had the upper hand in this game. We were supposed to be running a small-time scam, using advanced micro-detonators to fix fights in my favor. But the alien had long since figured out that I was staying low out of a choice and not necessity. And it was far far more profitable for him that he made me fight as I was really capable of. “Who is the reigning champion of the Hand?” I asked. “Leandron, but first you would have to convince me you are capable of such an opponent. As your sponsor, I make the final call of who you fight. I think it would be best to start with your real name.” “Vas Du’Kaal.” The alien began to laugh until he saw neither me nor Calyx were joking. The Rhodeshi’s expression instantly dropped into one of sheer horror and mortal terror. “Y-Y-you…” I picked up the data-slate with Sorra’s victory announcement. Zooming in until I could see her blood-covered face, I saw her smiling wide from ear to ear, though her green eyes were a million miles away. It was look I was familiar with only on the worst battlefields, that of the utterly insane.

*Sigh* Popular demand has forced me to post a rough draft preview from like Chapter 200. This is my Sci-Fi Malfoid that's coming down the line. If there's enough interest, I can skip to this part in the story. There has to be a LOT of demand though. Main protagonist in this scene is the guy btw. There was a commotion as Calyx burst into the private med-bay, the blue bird alien was panting. “Va—I mean Kells. You need to see this. There’s an alien that looks like you.” I stared at Calyx as if I was going to strangle him. My arm was still being rethreaded by the nano-printer, but I only needed just the one. I sighed, glancing towards the other occupant in the room who seemed amused that we were obviously using aliases. I puffed on my zakon dart as I considered my next move on the holographic Pa’Zac board. Through the blue pieces, I saw my opponent was calculating the conversation in the room as well as the game. I chose a Tyran Class War Mech and moved it onto the digital arena before turning back to Calyx. “You know very well why most species in the galaxy look similar to me.” I chose my words carefully. “No, I mean this one really looks like you. She just finished her round in the tournament. She slit a Korochoi’s throat. A Korochoi! It wasn’t even a fight!” Calyx handed me the data-slate. I groaned looking between the zakon dart and the data-slate before setting down my smoke in a nearby ashtray. I held the tablet in my hand, and my eyes scanned the screen for a second before I handed it back. “It’s just a flesh construct, Calyx.” “You didn’t even look!” My eyes squinted. “I don’t need to. I’ve run into my fair share of eidolons and the like. You can even commission a lifelike Nekomata. You can see some sort of spinal control device on her back—look it’s right there!” I suddenly snapped, my patience wearing thin. Calyx didn’t take the data-slate back, so I handed it over to our sponsor. The Rhodeshi, an alien species of mottled skin, oblong heads, and four eyes, took it. His amused expression dropped instantly. “That’s the Mairchoness Sorra Du’Vey of the Junta Dynasty.” Tenno whispered under his breath. “So?” I asked, reclaiming my zakon dart. Tenno stared at me if I was an idiot. “The Dyntasy hosting these death games? The greatest power in the Bellado Star Cluster?” Even if I didn’t have my cover to think about, I didn’t know how to tell him that the Bellado Star Cluster was very low on the galactic hierarchy. “I can guarantee you she is no flesh construct. They discovered her in an ancient stasis crypt. They are uncertain of the Mairchoness’ genetic lineage, though large parts of her DNA are found in every species in the Star Cluster. It most likely belongs to some precursor species that disappeared aeons ago, a race that may have been close on the family tree to humanity itself.” The Rhodeshi’s eyes flicked up to me, his mouth twisting into a knowing grin. Calyx gave me a sharp look with his yellow eyes. They were very similar to his great-grandfather’s. I glanced to the Rhodeshi, knowing my game was up. I motioned to Calyx to get closer, and I grabbed him by his yellow pilot suit so I could whisper angrily in his ear. “I have traveled this galaxy for two hundred and forty three years. Do you know how many of my kind I ever found after the war? None! Not a single one! I am telling you to stop!” I was breathing heavily. My eyes were a little wetter than usual. “Vas,” Calyx whispered back. “I know you. You’re going to regret this for the rest of your life if you don’t take this chance.” “It’s unlikely you’ll ever get an opportunity to speak to her,” Tenno interrupted. “The Mairchoness is part of The Hand, the seven assassins under the Lord Baron. They do not speak to the rabble. If you wish a chance to speak with her, it’ll be in the arena, and then only one of you would be walking away.” “They stole a child and turned her into an assassin?” I grimaced, shaking my head. I sighed deeply, rubbing my forehead with my remaining hand. I didn’t for one moment believe anything, and I vowed not to, but now I couldn’t leave it. It was what my father would’ve done. “What happens if I kill another member of the Hand?” I asked, kicking myself. Tenno scoffed. “You don’t understand. The Hand are some of the greatest warriors in the galaxy. You do not simply kill one of them.” “But I presume as is usual with galactic custom, the strongest takes the fallen’s place, am I correct?” I asked. The Rhodeshi gave me another knowing look. He thought he had the upper hand in this game. We were supposed to be running a small-time scam, using advanced micro-detonators to fix fights in my favor. But the alien had long since figured out that I was staying low out of a choice and not necessity. And it was far far more profitable for him that he made me fight as I was really capable of. “Who is the reigning champion of the Hand?” I asked. “Leandron, but first you would have to convince me you are capable of such an opponent. As your sponsor, I make the final call of who you fight. I think it would be best to start with your real name.” “Vas Du’Kaal.” The alien began to laugh until he saw neither me nor Calyx were joking. The Rhodeshi’s expression instantly dropped into one of sheer horror and mortal terror. “Y-Y-you…” I picked up the data-slate with Sorra’s victory announcement. Zooming in until I could see her blood-covered face, I saw her smiling wide from ear to ear, though her green eyes were a million miles away. It was look I was familiar with only on the worst battlefields, that of the utterly insane.

Well, i didn't anticipate this 🤣 Games Workshop indirectly responds to SPACE KING. "Only in Death: 40,000 Ways to Die"

#Malfoid #HarryPotter

even if jews used the samson option, all major cities being nuked would be a net positive just think about it

You look like a gooooooooooooood chud-blood

Draco Malfoid, for the Empire!

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