#Maleficent: mistress of evil

[ladysurreal]

[idontknowwhatimdoinglol]

diaval x reader (headcanons) - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

your relationship is a little complicated since he's a bird and your human/fae. you do spend a lot of time together when he is human but there are still times when he is a bird.

in these times he's always seen perched on your shoulder, nuzzling into your neck and hair. you have to spend at least an hour a week picking feathers from your hair (he laughs in the background at his masterpiece)

even though he has a human side now, his bird instincts sometimes show through. he will randomly show up wherever you live with rocks, gems, sticks, and random shiny objects that he found on his way to you. this happens both when he's in human and bird form.

related to the headcanon above, you have a small box where you keep all of the gifts he gives you. you showed it to him once and he almost cried because he didn't think you'd treasure them like this.

CUDDLES. this man would love his cuddles. whether its cuddling in your hair or on your lap, while you stroke his feathers or sitting under a shady tree with his head in your lap or yours in his.

since he was a bird for his life you would probably have to teach him things like writing and reading, he would have his head over your shoulder while he hugged you into his lap, listening as you helped him read the words on the pages.

aurora is in full support of your relationship. She secretly shows diaval romantic human gestures that he later trys with you. although the first time he tried to dance with you he stepped on your feet a lot.

the cutest little kisses. whenever he kisses you he goes completely red and shy. poor baby stutters so much.

the times when Maleficent won't turn him to his human form he well squawk in her ear and annoy her until she finally agrees, always grumbling about how she would turn him into a worm if she didn't need him. meanwhile smiling slightly as he walks to go find you.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

“red flowers”: fae, vargas camp 2, and glorious masquerade

THERE’S SOMETHING IN VARGAS CAMP 2 THAT MADE ME DO A DOUBLE TAKE 👁️ 👄 👁️

So in 2-2, the pixies of the forest are trying to put out the campfires. The boys then talk about how there was a miner's campfire a while back that caused a forest fire, which naturally spooked the local fairies. AND THEN VIL GOES AND DROPS THIS DOOZIE OF A LINE:

EXCUSE ME, VI L SIR??????? ?? ? ???? ? ? ?? ? ? ? Did you just say RED FLOWERS? Is that not similar to the CRIMSON FLOWERS/LOTUSES that ROLLO tried to use to establish a magicless Twisted Wonderland in Glorious Masquerade?!

ADDENDUM: I learned recently (very shortly after this post went live, actually!) that the “red flowers” may also be a reference to what the animals in the live action Jungle Book call fires. I’m not personally familiar with this film, so I’ll be running with the crimson lotus/Glorious Masquerade connection for the duration of this post!!

Looking at how the phrases are written in Japanese, they use the term 赤い花 ("akai no hana"/red flower) in Vargas Camp and 紅蓮の花 ("guren no hana"/crimson lotus flower) in Glorious Masquerade. Crimson is basically a specific kind of red, and lotus is just a certain type of flower. Even more damning is that fact that in 3-8 of Glorious Masquerade, Malleus EXPLICITLY describes the spreading crimson flowers as having "a brilliance like that of fire". You can see from images of the crimson lotus that they do, indeed, seem to glow like fire.

If you look at the real life timeline of these events releasing, it also coincidentally lines up!! Like, the original release of Vargas Camp 2 (for JP server) was in mid to late SEPTEMBER 2022. Then Glorious Masquerade would come out mid to late OCTOBER 2022. Vargas Camp 2 was literally the new story event that came out RIGHT BEFORE Glorious Masquerade... WAS THIS FORESHADOWING??????????????? And even more importantly than that... What does this mean for fae??????

One could call "red flowers" just a poetic way for the pixies to label something they don't understand. But what's confusing is that there are clearly also fire pixies living in the forest; we see several of them in Vargas Camp attacking the students. It's not as though the fairies are unfamiliar with fire itself, so why not just call the campfires 'fires'?? What if... (and stick with me here) the pixies named the campfires thus because it's potentially a reference to something far deadlier (than even the forest fire) that they experienced or heard of in their history? In the time period of ~400 years ago shown to us in book 7, we learn that human invaders drove fae out of their homes and began mining their land for resources. This, more specifically, impacts the Briar Country up north, who are fighting against humans that arm themselves with iron (something which appears to repulse the fae). These humans are also known to use deceptive tactics, such as distracting the messenger team of Lilia and co. while they launch an assault on Mallenoa's castle, where she and her unborn son are. So... what's to say they wouldn't resort to other underhanded means as well? Mean such as... utilizing a flower known to suck out the magic from living beings :))) like maybe the... crimson lotus, perhaps?

In Glorious Masquerade, we learn that the crimson lotus has been extinct for a long time now. They were destroyed by humans centuries ago because of how dangerous they were to mages. We don't have an exact number of years, but "centuries" is enough to land it in the rough ballpark of the human-fae war. Malleus himself, who is canonically 178 years old, didn't even recognize the flowers at first (as very few records of them exist in modern times); this could imply that the crimson flowers were around before he was born, which further supports that they were present during the war era.

What's more, if we look at Maleficent: Mistress of Evil (ie the second live action Maleficent movie), we see a VERY strong parallel to the crimson lotus flower. In the film, we are introduced to the Tomb Bloom, a flower that just so happens to also be red and glows a little like fire.

UNCANNY RESEMBLANCE, NO? 🤡

Tomb Blooms are said to grow on the graves of fairies, and, when mixed with iron, creates "red dust". This red dust is considered deadly to fairies upon contact--and in the film, a fairy-hating queen lures a bunch of fae into a wedding venue to eliminate them en masse with the stuff. The crimson lotus flowers of TWST, meanwhile, are deadly on their own, draining the magic out of any magical being they touch (and permanently depriving them of magic once all the magic has been taken out of someone). For fae, who rely on magic for basically everything (travel, cooking etc.), it would be a miserable existence symbolically synonymous with death.

(Side note: in hindsight, this somewhat explains why Malleus is part of the Glorious Masquerade SSR trio. If the crimson lotus flowers were, in actuality, inspired by the Tomb Blooms (something which was weaponized against Maleficent and her kind), then it just makes so much sense for the antagonist of the event, Rollo, to utilize similar plants against Malleus, who is twisted from the Mistress of Evil herself.)

OKAY, now knowing all of that, here's what I propose as a possible timeline of events if we consider all of what I just said: ~400 years ago, crimson lotuses were plentiful. When the human-fae conflict escalated, the human side decided to play dirty to eliminate those pesky fae--because even the great Draconias would be susceptible to the magic-leeching properties of the flower. However, they discovered, upon repeated experimentation, that the flower could also harm their own mages, so they had to reformulate. Maybe this was when they learned that they could combine iron with the powdered lotus (increased surface area, and therefore also increased potency) to create something even more deadly to fae (like in Maleficent 2). Alternatively, this could contribute for the reasoning for the iron armor they wear in battle; iron repulses fae, but it could also protect them from the crimson lotus flowers due to how much of the skin it covers. For example, the Dawn Knight is said to wear a helmet that completely cover the face, and many Silver Owl NPCs do the same. There is little skin visible, unlike the armor of the Briar Country fae. But anyway, the point is that, some way or another, the humans abused the crimson lotus during this time. Once the war concluded (or in the period of reconstruction that followed), fae and humans came to an agreement to destroy all the lotuses as a part of their peace treaty/negotiations, agreeing that it was mutually beneficial to all magical creatures and mages. Humans were mainly responsible for this extinction, as there was a larger population of them that were magicless and could therefore handle the flowers without consequences. Because of the war engulfing an entire continent, fae in other parts of Twisted Wonderland would have heard about the events, fae migrated out of Briar Country to get away from the conflict, OR the conflict itself was a Twisted Wonderland-wide issue, not just contained within Briar Country. Any one of these could explain why eventually pixies on Sage's Island, in the Silent Woods (where the boys went camping), would know of the calamity caused by the crimson lotuses of the past. When they come across wild campfires, the pixies may be frightened by them due to their resemblance to the crimson lotuses and the trauma associated with war because it's human outsiders that are invading their home and propagating these 'fires'... the same situation as the human-fae war. There was the literal manmade forest fire that was far more recent, yes--but again, this doesn't fully explain why the pixies, who should be familiar with fire, would call it a "red flower" instead of just 'fire'. The association with "red flowers" being dangerous may be a result of what they recall from the war--that crimson flower which sapped away their strength and robbed them of their magic. Then, in modern day, we have Rollo somehow stumbling across seeds and breeding crimson lotuses of his own in secret for his own nefarious purposes. History (mayhaps???) repeating itself??????? ?? ? ????? ??? ??

DKJNsfhbvoqef32ygtr69r137fbofasib IDK, MAYBE I'M JUST TALKING OUT OF MY ASS AND EXTRAPOLATING TOO MUCH FROM LITTLE DETAILS 🤡 I just think it's kind of a fun theory, even if the whole timeline ends up being thrown out the window in the next main story update... Don't mind me, I'm still on my "Rollo will come save us all in a cruel and ironic twist of fate" copium--

[multimilfs]

Maleficent x Fem!Reader: Watching, Waiting, Wanting

Summary: Maleficent + 93 -- "Say you want me, and I'm yours."

AO3

Prompts found here!

A/N: I rewatched the Maleficent movies recently and they made me so happy. I'm so glad I could write this!

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Tag List: @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @escapetodreamworld @multifandomfix

Warning(s): None

You duck under the willow, careful not to be spotted. All you need is one last detail to make this work. Phillip looks up quickly, but relaxes upon seeing you, and you let out a small laugh. 

“Nervous?” You ask. 

He straightens his spine, “Is it that obvious?” 

“A bit,” You nod. When he deflates and begins to fiddle with his armor, you wince. You’re definitely not helping his nerves, “She loves you, Phillip. Nothing could make her say no. All you have to do is ask the question and we’ll handle the rest.” 

As if on cue, Pinto ducks through the willow branches; your last detail, falling into place; or rather, walking into place. You kneel down into the soft grass as Pinto gazes up and lets out a garbled, fey version of your name. 

You’ve come to know every fairy, pixie, and wallerbog by name since coming to the moors. And though you’d never, ever admit it, Pinto has been your favorite so far. The spiky little fairy is loyal and tenacious. If you ever found yourself in a pinch, you trusted Pinto to get you out of it. Now, though, you’re trusting her to get you into one. 

“Perfect timing, Pinto. I need your help.” 

She tilts her head and poses you a question. You don’t speak the language she does, but you understand the meaning well enough—with what? Pinto asks. 

Laying your hand on the soft grass at her feet, she takes the cue, hopping into your palm. The look on her little face is very serious and you smile. Your chest is filled with excitement. 

“Alright, here’s the situation…” 

Pinto is suitably filled in and plays the role of distraction perfectly. You watch from the crowd of creatures, trying to hide your excitement; Aurora is your dearest friend and confidant, you want nothing but happiness for her. 

You see how Phillip brings her joy. The smile on her face and sound of her laughter is enough to banish any sadness from your heart on the worst of days. Aurora has been a loyal, true friend, and you’re honored to orchestrate this proposal for her after all she’s done for you; giving you a home when you arrived in the Moors wounded and alone, giving you a family in herself and the fey folk, and introducing you to Maleficent. 

Though as the willow fairies swarm and dance, revealing the overjoyed couple, you worry you’ve somehow betrayed Maleficent by doing this. A pit forms in your stomach as you watch Diaval fly towards the Dark Fey’s nest. 

But a pair of arms wrap around you and there’s a laugh in your ear. The worry melts away. 

“Thank you, thank you!” Aurora giggles.

“Don’t thank me! Your dashing Prince did all of the hard work.” 

Aurora pulls back, holding your hands in her own, “Without you, my Aunties or Pinto would have led me to the wrong tree. You’ve worked hard too.” 

“It isn’t hard work when it’s for you.” You say softly, honestly. 

Her eyes are glazed with happy tears and she throws her arms around you again. You laugh as you’re spun, the soft grass tickling your ankles, little fairies giggling with the two of you. Life had once been so cruel and now you know only joy. How lucky you feel. 

But the pit sits in your stomach again. 

Your friend must be having similar thoughts, if the hesitance on her face means anything. She bites her lip uncertainly and plays with your hands still in her own. 

She asks quietly, “How do you think my Godmother will react to the news?” 

“I think she’ll be… happy that you’re happy… eventually.” 

Aurora grumbles and pulls away, pacing back and forth while you watch on. You see Pinto mirror her behavior out of the corner of her eye. It takes all your willpower not to also join in, but you decide to remain strong for all of you. 

That strength nearly crumbles when you hear Pinto gasp and the Aunties yell to hold on. 

The great force of her wings nearly drives you back, but you remain mostly in place. You stand back by the willow as Aurora and Maleficent talk. Though now and again you can feel eyes on you, boring into your skin, and you shrink bit-by-bit. 

You were taken by Maleficent the moment you saw her years ago. 

When Aurora and the fey folk dragged you wounded to the former’s throne, you had wondered if the injuries would overcome you. You had mourned the life you didn’t anticipate getting to live. But in what you believed to be your last moments, you were grateful to be surrounded by beauty and kindness. 

Then Aurora called out to Maleficent, and she came. Her abnormally bright eyes landed on you and you knew nothing else would compare. 

She healed you, slowly and carefully, at Aurora’s request, talking all the while though it was clear she was uncomfortable. The days after she made herself scarce and you felt the loss keenly. 

Since that day, there was rarely a time when you strayed too far from the Dark Fey. You had no desire to be anywhere she wasn’t. Her dry wit and humor put you off at first, but the sincere emotion behind them endeared you to her. Maleficent had become your greatest confidant. She’d also stolen your heart, though you’d never dare tell her.

“I suppose you had something to do with this union.” Maleficent says, loudly, and you know she’s talking to you. 

You meet her eyes and nod, “And if I did?” 

“Then you can find another nest to sleep in.” 

“Godmother.” Aurora murmurs. 

Maleficent rolls her eyes, glaring at the girl. Aurora only stares back. 

“You at least could have warned me.” Maleficent says. 

Crossing your arms over your chest, you raise your eyebrow. Had you told her the surprise would have been spoiled and she knows that as well as you. You also worry, secretly, that the to-be groom would’ve disappeared. 

“You’d have reacted no better two days ago than now, Maleficent. Your nest would have been in shambles and I’d be warning off concerned fairies instead of celebrating with Aurora.” 

Maleficent’s head tilts to the side. Her eyes are more intense, extra focused on you. 

“Aurora, will you leave us?” 

Shooting you a look of concern, Aurora nods. She wanders completely out of the clearing and you want to yell after her. You do no such thing as Maleficent steps forward and closer to you. She’s notably missing her staff; her steps still uneven from the years she’d adapted to living without wings. 

Fierce green magic spreads from her palms where she clenches them at her sides. You ache to take them in your own, to soothe her emotions, but you fear it’s unwanted. 

“You didn’t tell me.” Maleficent whispers. She almost sounds betrayed. 

“It would have upset you.” 

“I’m far more upset now.” 

“I want her to be happy, Maleficent,” You say, pleading, “Is that so terrible?” 

“She’s happy here. A whole kingdom loves and attends to her everyday. She wants for nothing. Her happiness doesn’t need to come from that boy, not when she has me. Us.” She says fiercely. 

The magic in her hands flares. You take her hand this time, feeling the power seep into your skin when you lace your fingers together. Maleficent stares down at your joined hands. 

“You’re right. She doesn’t need him to be happy, but if he brings her joy, why should we deny her that? Love isn’t so terrible.” 

“Love doesn’t always end… well.” 

You see the fear in her face, and can feel the effects of it seep into your skin. You want to do a number of heartless things to the late King Stefan; though not for the first time. 

Maleficent means well. Her love for Aurora is what changed her and made her whole again, but it didn’t heal the scars her Father left behind. It isn’t so simple, unfortunately. Your heart aches in your chest to take away her pain and fear. But if you don’t let her feel it and come to terms with it, she’ll never come to terms with Phillip and Aurora’s marriage. 

“It doesn’t always end terribly either.” You say. And in a moment of madness, your mouth opens, and you say more, “I mean, it can’t, right? Not when we’re so content.” 

Maleficent’s eyes widen and your heart drops. Did you really say that? You could kick yourself for letting your traitorous mouth give you away. But you can’t, not when you’re pinned by a pair of bright eyes, emotions behind them you can’t decipher. 

Aurora and Diaval had prodded you to confess for so long and you chose the worst moment to do so. You’re even more embarrassed when you notice Pinto to your left, watching with barely concealed interest, eyes moving back and forth between you and Maleficent. 

“What do you mean by that?” Maleficent asks slowly. 

Gathering the fractured remains of your courage, you swallow. 

“It means that I love you, Maleficent,” You whisper, “I’ve held it in worrying it’d be too much for you… but say you want me, and I’m yours. I think I have been since the night I met you.” 

There it is. 

The truth, unfiltered, and honest; out in the open with the rest of the swirling feelings. You avoid her eyes and stare intensely at your joined hands. You suppose it’s a good sign that she hasn’t pulled away yet, at least she’s not disgusted. 

Silence stretches on and you wonder if she’s plotting your murder. It’d be a good time, with Pinto being the only witness. She might not go through with it immediately though if it’ll sully Aurora’s happiness and you hope you’ll at least get to see the wedding. 

You try to distract yourself with the details; will it be here in the Moors or in Ulstead? Will Phillip’s parents approve of the union? Will they approve of Maleficent?

“How can you love me?” Maleficent asks. 

Meeting her eyes, you’re surprised by the confusion in them, like she expects you to change your mind. 

“How could I not?” 

“I’m not good. I’ve taken lives and will likely take more, I’ve done horrible, evil things.” 

“I know.” 

“You… know.” She says slowly. 

Careful not to startle her, you place a hand on her cheek, feeling her cheekbone dig pleasantly into your palm, “I know. It changes nothing.” 

Maleficent looks at you like she can’t understand you; like she’s fathoming how you can exist. You vow that she’ll never again have to wonder how someone could love her. The rest of your days, you’ll use every bit of your power to prove her worthy of true, honest love. 

It surprises you how quiet the Moors are around you. Not even a breeze is blowing through. You wonder how many fey folk Aurora has watching with her, waiting for something. If you’re being honest, you’re waiting too. 

You decide to stop waiting. 

Leaning forward slowly enough to give Maleficent an out, you press your lips to the Dark Fey’s. She tastes like the berries growing inside the crystal caves. Her lips are soft and pliant, moving carefully against your own. 

Beyond initiating the kiss, you back off, letting Maleficent guide you through the motions. It goes without saying that this is one of the only kisses she’s shared. She’s an excellent kisser despite the lack of experience; though that may just be your delight at not being pushed away or rejected. 

When you pull away, you’re still curiously alone. Then you hear a garbled noise that sounds suspiciously like finally! from your feet. Pinto is looking up with delight and you laugh. Maleficent chuckles too. 

But when you look up, she’s not looking at Pinto. She only has eyes for you. 

You try to hide your blush as fairies flood the clearing, Aurora following behind. Her smile is knowing. Blushing even brighter, you meet Maleficent’s eyes when you hug her daughter, and let yourself sit in the joy. 

Aurora found hers happy ending and you did too… if only you knew how things would shift. 

[eternalstrigoii]

Warrior Women of the Dark Fey Appreciation Post

[didanagy]

MALEFICENT: MISTRESS OF EVIL (2019)

dir. joachim rønning

[lemariee]

Chapter 26

The sounds of enthusiastic cheers shook Gerda out of her pondering thoughts. She glanced around noticing a group of fey and humans drinking out of a large horned cup. It was obvious the crowd would soon be drunk, something she wasn't fond of.

She peeked over to Borra when she noticed movement in the corner of her eye.

Maleficent's hands slithered down his chest towards his abdomen in a suggestive motion. Borra appeared to be enchanted by her seductive behavior. His attention flickered down to the witch with darkened amber eyes, a color he often would have when he was near Gerda. It was strange seeing him eye Maleficent with that precise pigment in his gaze. Maleficent then softly grabbed his hands and lured him towards the crowd who was starting to dance.

Gerda let her guard drop feeling the tension in her body release. Shortly after, Percival and Shrike headed off towards the middle of the hall where other fey creatures swayed around. The tribal movements reminded Gerda of wildlife. Her observation was interrupted by Celtra handing her a mug of water. She eagerly sipped out the mug ignoring the aching hunger that tugged at her stomach. Celtra stood aside misplaced in her thoughts.

"Are you going to join them or did Borra once again leave you with the burden of monitoring me?" Gerda boredly asked, yearning to have a taste of the meats, cheeses, and fresh bread that remained out.

"Just like you, I find myself somewhat uncomfortable around our special guests. Maleficent and Percival aren't too fond of me at the moment." Celtra admitted with her gaze focused on the dancing fey who drunkenly bounced around.

"Why the discomfort? You seemed to be on decent terms with Maleficent the last time you spoke to her." Gerda replied eager for Celtra's response.

"Let's just say that they question my suggestions when it comes to finding archers even though we are facing new threats on our people. They ignore the fact that we are desperate and cannot chance any more loss. We need to consider all options...even ones that are a risk." Celtra admitted with dismay shading her voice.

Gerda set her mug on the floor, growing more interested in their conversation. She wondered just how bad things were and why Celtra was letting her in on such information. Being Borra's slave meant that Gerda was to have no part in their affairs. It had to be forbidden for anyone to speak to her about matters that did not concern her. Celtra was putting far too much trust in her.

"Threats? I was under the impression that Borra had everything under control. From my perspective, it appeared that life in both the Moors and Ulstead was prospering." Gerda said taking pride in knowing that both kingdoms were undergoing their inconveniences.

"Just like any other kingdom, there will always be those who oppose change. Some will resort to uprisings against those who threaten what they believe is right. Until recently, that was only one concern we faced. Now there is a much more worrying danger that requires immediate action." Celtra stressed with genuine concern in her eyes.

Celtra took in Gerda's confusion with hesitation almost as if she was having a debate within her mind. She carefully glanced around making sure no one was within earshot before sighing and continuing with her words.

"There is so much you don't know due to your position among our people. It's quite a shame that one with your talents be wasted away. If your loyalties were with us you most certainly would make a treasured addition to our people, if not the most valuable asset needed." Celtra said with a relaxed demeanor causing Gerda to shockingly stare at her in disbelief.

"If Borra heard what you had told me he would be very displeased. You must be mindful of your words if you value your position in his court. I hunted and killed your people. Have you gone mad?" Gerda said with a shaky voice due to the shock flashing through her.

"And Percival is also responsible for such crimes yet they are overlooked even though he too did the queen's bidding. Everyone chooses to ignore how he remains unpunished and is freely allowed to roam our land and palace. Yet here you are being reminded every day of your wrongdoings." Celtra explained with a vexed voice.

"Yes...I suppose you are correct though none of it matters. I am what I am now. I serve no actual purpose other than mild entertainment for Borra." Gerda whispered brooding over the fact that Celtra was right when it came to Percival.

"I am correct and it bothers both Maleficent and Percival that I am the only one who sees it. You don't know how much I yearn to point that out to Borra but I worry about overstepping my place. Perhaps if he hears it from someone else...someone like you." Celtra quietly remarked, causing Gerda to scoff at her unrealistic request.

"You can't be serious. Borra could care less about what I have to say let alone take any opinion of mine to thought. I'm the last person he would listen to when it comes to such matters." Gerda answered feeling flabbergasted by Celtra's absurd suggestion.

"You have nothing to lose other than a wound to your pride if he chooses to ignore your words. I on the other hand have a lot to lose if he thinks I am questioning his judgment. Primarily since I am not a leader. I say it's worth a try on your end." Celtra conceded with a pressing gaze on Gerda.

Gerda returned her gaze with a guarded expression knowing that Celtra was correct. She despised that there was truth to her words. The thought of Percival remaining unpunished ate away at her brain. It felt like a veil was pulled off her face. It was indeed unfair how he held his position while she lost hers. How Borra and everyone else didn't see the hypocrisy in their ways baffled her.

The evening quickly faded into night with the fey continuing their festivities. Gerda couldn't cease the immense hunger that plagued her empty stomach. Celtra would occasionally sneak over pieces of food from her platter which aided in keeping Gerda from feeling faint. Borra had completely forgotten about her along with the rest of the fey who didn't spare a single glance her way. They were far too lost with their drinking which wasn't exactly a bad concept.

Gerda quietly stood waiting for Celtra to return with a fresh cup of water. However, it was clear that perhaps she had been distracted with conversation after time passed. Her assumptions were verified when she caught a glimpse of Celtra speaking to one of the human guards. It somewhat made her suspicious as to why one would choose Celtra to speak to out of all the other fey.

"Wishing you were free like them I see. However, it appears that you are treated quite fine here despite your new status. Tell me, why does he keep you in pristine condition?" A suave voice uttered beside her, belonging to Percival.

She didn't bother sparing a single glance his way only due to the need of upholding her calm composure. Her body stiffened already feeling his taunting expression lingering upon her. Instead, Gerda blankly stared at the busy crowd ahead of her. She concentrated on masking the sprout of hostility inside her.

"What do you want Percival? That question has already been answered by both Borra and Celtra, there's not much to add." Gerda sharply replied wondering what he could want.

"Just curious about your purpose to being his slave...perhaps he does enjoy breaking you. It's evident that he harbors so much hate towards you. I wonder how much longer he'll keep you alive." Percival declared causing Gerda to turn to him with a loathing glare.

"I am not 'broken'...now if you don't seal your lips it will be your jaw that's  broken." Gerda said with her voice rising inwardly boiling from his words.

"You've changed so much since we last spoke. The Gerda I knew would never allow her emotions to be so poorly displayed nor would words impact her. You are no longer in control of yourself whether you admit it or not. One look in your eyes and I could see that a part of you is indeed broken." Percival pointed out with his eyes observing her.

She stood quiet feeling shame course through her frame. His observation of her was concerning. Gerda knew that parts of her had slowly chipped away during her time with the fey but was it that obvious? She noticed how hard it now was to keep her outbursts contained but never pondered on it. The person she had once been no longer existed.

"The Gerda you knew is gone but do not for a moment mistake it for weakness. Perhaps my time among these creatures made me untamed just like them." Gerda bluntly hissed, only scowling when he in turn chuckled at her.

"I suppose living among them has indeed changed you into one of them. It's interesting to see what you have become. As I have said, it won't be long before he rids himself of you." Percival once again pointed out which baffled Gerda.

She wondered why his treatment towards her was so cold because she never recalled offending him back in Ulstead. She had assumed that they were both on decent terms since they had gotten along so well. It was all so bizarre to her.

"Why do you carry so much resentment towards me? We have never crossed each other in Ulstead, if anything I thought of us to be well acquainted." Gerda asked furrowing her brows in confusion.

"You went behind my back and conspired with the Queen to slaughter these creatures on the prince's wedding day. You both kept me in the dark because had I known you were going to massacre them, I would have never allowed it to happen. You have also secretly given out orders to hunt and steal fey to experiment on them." Percival curtly said with accusation in his narrowed eyes.

"You hated them all just as much as I did so don't stand here acting righteous with me. You too played a role in the queen's plans and have fey blood stained on your hands. My crimes are no different than yours." Gerda coldly replied feeling her cheeks heat up from sizzling anger.

"Is that what you tell yourself to feel somewhat justified with what you did? The difference between us is that I don't kill unless in an active battle. You relentlessly slaughtered innocent lives without an ounce of remorse. Those fey were unarmed and had no intention of causing harm to you or anyone. They simply came to celebrate what they assumed was to be a wedding but in return ended in bloodshed." Percival hotly answered with a stern, harsh glare.

Gerda felt her body numb up with his words hitting her at full force. He made her mind collapse with a brew of emotions and thoughts. She muddled over his perspective. Was what she had done to these creatures justified? It was true that they were unarmed but at the time it didn't matter to her. She had never considered the creatures to be of significance. However, after spending time living with them she noticed they were sentient beings.

Celtra had shown her that they were capable of being more than just empty vessels. Borra had shown that they were capable of feeling emotion even though all she received from him was hate and anger. She had experienced both kindness and cruelty from them. It only meant that they were somewhat no different than humans. Gerda quickly shook such a thought out of her mind not wanting to view them like her kind. She then cleared her mind and stared at Percival with a blank expression.

"Every war has its casualties...you of all people should know that Percival." Gerda replied, attempting to hide the quivering sensation of guilt that filled her.

"And you of all people should know that it's a cowardly move to kill without reason especially if your opponent is unarmed. You had gone too far Gerda and now you are paying the price for it. Maleficent tells us how much Borra hates every fiber of your being. He wished to slowly torture you but the agreement he has with Ulstead currently prevents it." Percival replied in a condescending tone allowing his words to soak into Gerda before continuing.

"He was relatively gruesome when it came to the methods of torture he desired to inflict on you. One of them was skinning you alive section by section." Percival said with his eyes now studying the crowd of fey.

"You're merely attempting to cast fear into me just like Rayne." Gerda scoffed, rolling her eyes at Percival's lies.

"Whether you choose to believe me or not doesn't matter. I know he has the desire to kill you along with making it slow and excruciating. Borra admitted that he intends to request you into his chambers and skin you alive then toss your carcass off the balcony for the animals to feast upon. Why else do you think he has been ordering you into his chambers?" Percival whispered, causing Gerda to pale and stiffen at his words.

She immediately glanced up at him with panicked eyes wondering how he knew about her being in Borra's chambers. Even if someone within the castle had told him, it was still eerie to hear Percival describe a major detail about Borra's room. Could that be why Borra studied her in great detail when they were on his balcony? Perhaps he was truly imagining how he would carve the skin from her face. It would explain why his eyes lingered on her body whenever she was in his presence. Was he fantasizing about which section of her body he would start with?

[madreemeritus]

MALEFICENT 3 WAS JUST CONFIRMED OMG I'M SO EXCITED!! Angelina will slay as always 💅

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This Blue Dress is worn on a Mannequin in Maleficent: Mistress of Evil (2019) and worn again later on an extra in The Serpent Queen (2022) and last worn on an exstra in Damsel (2024)

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Vampire!reader profile (version 2)

• Your Powers (Inspired By The Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff From ‘Wanda Vision’ and ‘multiverse of madness’….And inspired by Maleficent’s powers Maleficent from ‘Maleficent’ and ‘Maleficent: mistress of evil’….But but Crimson red not green)

• Your Vampire Eyes (your right eye is a crimson red and your left eye is a golden yellow, around your eyes are black and shadowy)

• Wings and Horns (inspired by Maleficent)

• Vampire Fangs/Teeth (inspired by Abigail Lazar from Abigail 2024)

• Vampire Powers

• Your Hands (because of using the Darkhold your fingers were turned black)

• Full Name: Y/n Lazar (your Abigail lazar’s older sister)

• Species: Vampire/Phoenix

• Height: 7,3

• Age: 2,000 Years Old (your 1,000 years older than Abigail)

• Hair Color: Raven Black

• Nail Color: Black

• Horns And Wings Color: Black

• Personality: Sadistic, Evil, Mean, Insane, Psychopathic, Power hungry, Sinister, Quiet, Etc

• Gender: Female

• Sexuality: Bisexual

• Type Of Villain: Sadistic-Vampiric Mastermind

• Siblings: Abigail Lazar

• Born Or Turned?: Born

• Blood Color: Black

• Vampire Eye Color: left eye is a golden yellow and your right eye is a crimson red

• Eye Color: Dark Blue

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Maleficent x human reader (headcanons)

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your relationship starts off a bit rocky. when the two of you begin your relationship she isn't as cuddly as most would be in the start. it takes her a while to adjust and get comfortable.

since what happened with Stefan she is still quite cautious, so its a very rare occasion where she fully lets her guard down to you.

your dates consist of sitting in a flowery field somewhere in the Moores or her flying you to her cave in the mountain to watch the sunset as she wraps her wings around you

you have the full support of everyone in the Moores. they're all happy that Maleficent finally found true love for herself. you pretty much become Aurora's adoptive parent as well.

though she will never admit it, maleficent can get very jealous. sometimes when you spend time together for hours, maleficent will turn him into his crow form and wave him off when he begins cawing at her.

I think that through her intimidating aura maleficent likes to cuddle. i can picture her wanting to cuddle you a lot especially in the mornings or at night. she will just lay there holding you for hours

speaking of cuddles. when the two of you cuddle it's like the world around you disappears. maleficent wraps her wings around you and pulls you close, and the only thing you two think about is each other.

hours of just talking to each other.

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just some cute fluff for you <3

[firealder2005]

Quick Question:

My little sister (8yrs) really wants to watch Revenge of the Sith.

She’s seen the OT, and the first 2 Prequel movies, as well as: The Mandalorian, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Episodes 1-3 of Tales of the Jedi, and Season 1-3 of Rebels.

My mom is wary of her watching it since reviews keep saying that she should be 10 years old before watching it, and that it’s PG-13, however...

My sister has watched:

All 8 Harry Potter movies (which range from PG to PG13) and wasn’t bothered by anything in it (even the spiders! she didn’t blink at the spiders! that’s more than I can handle!)

And both Maleficent movies, both are which are PG, but do have some scenes that are just as intense as Mustafar/Order 66/ect.

So. I need help.

What do you all think?

I want her to see it, but I also don’t want her watching it if she really shouldn’t be.

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As beautiful as this early concept art is, I am eternally grateful for the fact that in the movie Diaval walked with Aurora and Maleficent as their family member, not behind them.

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[eternalstrigoii]

WE'RE BACK, BABY