& ¨ ᵐⁱˢᵗʳᵉˢˢ 𝔬𝔣 𝓮𝓿𝓲𝓵

𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗌  like  𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝚆𝙾𝙴 —   pale,    𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥,   and   𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾.

[maleuficent]

[ ℐ ] Indie, extremely selective &. mutuals only 黑魔女, OR Maleficent BY 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐢 ( she/her, 26y, gmt - 3) from the fairy tale Sleeping Beauty. However TREATED AS AN ORIGINAL through my own take as her main base and a mix of influences from the Xianxia genre of storytelling. PLOTTING AND LORE HEAVY, required to read the about pages before interaction. Multi-verses available. MINORS DNI, FOR MATURE THEMES WILL BE PRESENT ON THIS BLOG'S CONTENT.

AFFILIATED WITH: azarathian − sleptbound . ──────── about * / pinterest * / prompts. * / multimuse.

𝑬𝑿𝑷𝑳𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮: The dark fairytale, the portrayal of evil, the war within yourself, the lingering sensation of being watched, the chained ruler, evil as a necessary deed.

001. Standard roleplaying rules apply. No prejudices, hate speech of any kind is allowed and will be blocked on sight. Be gentle and kind and the world will be in return. Free palestine, this is a non zionist space. I'm anti-drama and extremely anti-vagueeing.

002. Please, reblog memes from the source.

003. This blog has fluctuating activity depending on routine.

004 . English is not my first language ; you may find grammar mistakes from time to time. I'm poliglot and have ADHD. Please be kind regarding that.

005. I love shipping and am more than open to writing shipping content. I don't engage in dead dove content and tend to avoid blogs that do, but it is just a matter of personal taste. Nsfw content might happen under read more.

006. Dni if you are part of the a.soiaf/h.otd community (multimuses might be an exception, but not likely) write harry potter muses (reimagined or not), write horror solo muses from franchises such as s.aw, te.rrifier, etc.

007. Please only follow if really interested in writing, soft interactions such as liking posts are fine but since my main goal is to write plots, i'll probably softblock if we keep at only that for long. I also reserve the right to softblock/block at any moment, no reason necessary, and so do you ! Most of the time, around 99.9%, it is never anything personal.

008. Deeply rooted and exclusive with kiara's @sleptbound. I don't write with any other version of the character since our lore is interwoven, and we recommend you to follow us both for a better experience. When my Maleficent mentions aurora, it is this version of the character.

[maleuficent]

I would be here but I have a friend's birthday today. Either way, like this for a Maleficent in your inbox!

[funeral]

Ars (1960) dir. Jacques Demy

[maleuficent]

I would let her curse my child, personally -

[lasthail]

here. coffee, for your work.

so  he's  sitting  in  this  prison  ,      working  on  this  realm's  latest  vaccine  like  he's  some  sort  of  end-all-be-all  biologist  they  desperately  needed  .      at  least  ,      that's  how  maleficent  had  put  it  .      this  '  prison  '      --      by  all  means  ,      a  working  room  with  a  place  to  sleep  and  a  place  to  sit  at  a  desk  ,      and  a  functional  place  to  use  the  toilet  in  a  partitioned  section  of  the  room      --      wouldn't  have  been  his  if  he  hadn't  said  he  needed  something  bigger  than  a  ten-by-ten  box  to  live  in  .

❝        do  you  have  that  saying  over  here  ,      '  fish  grow  to  the  size  of  their  tanks  '  ?        ❞        he'd  said  ,      several  days  earlier  .        ❝        yeah  .      well  that's  the  case  with  humans  too  .        ❞        that's  totally  the  case  with  humans  ,      and  grace  isn't  lying  about  it  whatsoever  .        ❝        if  you  don't  put  me  in  something  bigger  ,      preferably  with  a  little  bit  of  the  sun  peeking  through  like  a  window  or  something  ,      then  i'll  grow  into a square .   and  get  unhappy  fast  .        ❞

well  .      he  hadn't  gotten  the  window  .      but  at  least  it's  not  a  tiny  box  he  can  barely  move  in  .      he  can  actually  stretch  in  here  .      and  he  has  a  bed  .      not  his  own  bed  ,      but  a  bed  .

when  she  comes  in  ,      he's  pressed  up  to  the  eyepiece  ,      inspecting  the  organelles  of  the  cells  she'd  brought  him  two  days  earlier  .      he's  successfully  determined  they're  alive  ,      which  is  to  be  expected  of  a  virus  with  the  capacity  to  kill  living  organisms  .      he'd  been  required  to  take  exactly  one  vaccinology  course  during  his  undergraduate  curriculum  ,      then  an  additional  comprehensive  immunobiology  course      --      because  it  looked  fun  .      that's  why  .      anyways  ,      his  definitely-not-a-professional  head  lifts  from  the  microscope  when  she  speaks  .      squinting  ,      he  takes  the  coffee  ,      his  other  hand  reaching  to  pluck  his  glasses  from  his  ear  and  replace  them  back  on  his  nose  .        ❝        thanks  .        ❞        he  takes  a  sip  before  doing  anything  else  ,      leaning  back  against  the  chair  and  watching  a  long  ,      curled  up  strand  of  her  hair  settle  back  her  left  ear  .        ❝        changed  your  mind  about  my  kidnapping  ?      no  ?      alright  .      [ ... ] day  two  ,      i've  done  chick  ,      kit  ,      and  fawn  cells  .      they  died  in  the  kits  ,      but  the  chicks  and  fawns  are  still  going  ,      so    ...      i'm  gonna  need  a  few  more  of  those  .      it's  promising  ,      but  it's  not  gonna  be  fast  .      like  ,      probably  months  .        ❞

 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪ ㅤ*ㅤ PLOTTED .  /    𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 .

[maleuficent]

[ ℳ ] She didn't care if he was suffering - that should be known. She'd seen hundreds of her people perish in the blink of an eye, cultivators that had lived centuries alongside her fall to death in suffering, reasons unknown. To take the mortal from his world down here in the underground where time seemed not to pass, where the creatures and the people mingled, where neon lights were natural by default, was nothing. She would not, could not, simply ask a favor. Never in her immortal life had she done that, maybe her soul didn't know how; she merely ordered around and had things brought to her feet after all. Contested by her enemies? She fought and ended their complaints and scrutiny. But upon the suffering of her people there was nothing to be done! Do the reasonable and the necesssary by whatever means ! Unfortunately for her routine a human required comfort to achieve success, the ever fragile little things. There was a bed, a matress on the floor, food, and a place for the necessities. What else did they require when even herself needed nothing more? This man in particular was strange; too talkative, too nervous, that at first she wondered if he even was a genius and the best of them all. To place the entirety of her realm's health security on the hands of such a figure seemed foolishness, so groaning around him was not unusual. Rolling her eyes wasn't either. Nevermind she barely understood what he said. Fish, which fish? In her rivers there were fish able to glow like the moon. They were free, swimming to become bigger, to be shinnier than the stars, not in tanks tough. Why was he mentioning fish?

Oh. There it was. Maleficent looked at her long nails, thinking them more interesting than his endless mumbling and complaints. “ You mortals are so sensitive. ” Didn't they keep their pets in small squares often, for amusement? How was this different, when all she wanted were his results? And fast, before she'd need to wear white once more, seeing another perish. But, out of that conversation, came the bed. Good for him.

Now, she often drank coffee herself. With milk and nuts, though she preferred chás and had the culture of cultivating her own herbs for it. They said to her mortals liked the drink for concentration purposes and energy, though, so it made sense to go to their world and purchase one for him; and maybe a cup for herself. Handing it, her draconic gaze was unfeeling, distant, seeing the hazzled blonde hair a mess around the material of his glasses. Maleficent sat on an armchair and listened, observing the tiny jars and equipment. She was almost two thousand years old, and it was still amazing to see what the humans accomplished without spells. Then, the words; months. Months to her were nothing. They passed like minutes, they were mist, they were smoke. But she saw as the disease killed her own in instants. Instants were what, then, when facing death?

“ Why can't you do it faster? Aren't you the brightest mind up above? My people are dying, Grace Xiānshēng. If you need a window, then you'll have it. If you need more cells, then you'll have it. But you have weeks, not months, or you'll never leave this place. ” Alive, she completed inside her mind. Well, she'd see about that later. Standing up and forgetting her beverage, Maleficent stood beside the microscope, leaning to look into it. Blood boiling. What she saw made no sense: little balls walking around, things that her eyes weren't able to grasp without that instrument. “ This is a celestial realm, with energy all around, with spirituality. How can something mundane and insignificant attack us this way? It never happened in thousands of years. ” She felt the need to burn everything down. Maybe the scientist too, but she needed him, sadly.

[maleuficent]

[ ℳ ] The lighthouse wasn't freeing, it was maddening. If she were a mortal then perhaps her mind would've turn into shred by now, completely absorved by the reccess of the waves and the tides. They came and they went; the ships through the night, through daylight, not seeing her and the other as long as none wrecked on those stones and shore. Maleficent watched enthralled, trying to understand its appeal, trying to understand why short-lived things carried so much meaning to its colors and tones. In her realm, there was no sea, only rivers and lakes as glossy as mist and beautiful in their own way, with jellyfish all around the sky, the spirits of the slain. Here, she smelled the fish and the corals underneath, but whatever magic lingered, it didn't truly respond to her.

" There are moments when you feel like you become one with the sea. " (@frenzie) Rúna said, the curious spirit. Maleficent giggled without humor at the remark, still watchful of the vast blue.

“ Is that why you've been here so long, all alone, with only your trinkets as company? Because you are one with this sea and the bodies and wreckage down under? ” Though there was no judgement on her voice. She, herself, had been alone on the Forbidden Mountain for centuries. They were spirits of different kinds, Rúna and her, but she would always keep herself respectful with any of their reality so far away from the humankind. Crouching, she took a seashell from the sand, twisting it on her pale fingers. Showing it to her companion, as if attempting to grasp the motive behind staying there, in solitude. “ You guide them kindly, and always have it seems. What for? ”

[kaisources]

𓆝 ⋆｡ﾟ🌊｡ : THERE'S WATER UNDER THE BRIDGE . . a collection of slice of life, familial connection, friendship, realism, life problems roleplay sentence starters from NUMEROUS FILMS ; still the water. genre: slice of life, family, romance, hurt and comfort, angst.

I wonder what happened.

What do you think?

Yesterday, I was waiting for you.

Don't look at me like that.

I'm not saying you can't have fun but please be careful.

I'll be late tonight, will you be okay?

I don't care. You don't have to.

[Nme] not doing well.The doctor told me the other day.

Why is it that people are born and die?

The fishing was great yesterday. Take some fish home with you.

Are you really going to leave me?

But surely I will remember you, and I'll come-back to you.

That's exactly as you say, it's true.

The warmth of the heart is still there inside your heart.

You were here? How are you feeling?

I want to go home.

For me, dying is not at all frightening. I'm not afraid.

It's no longer my life alone. It's always intertwined with your life.

Why are you here? Are you okay?

I don't know anything about it.

You really don't know? Please, I won't tell anyone.

Why don't you try surfing?

The sea is scary. The sea…it's alive.

There are moments when you feel like you become one with the sea.

Feels good, doesn't it?

I feel left out. Isn't there someone I can lie on?

Why don't you come at [number]? Will that be all right?

You look like something's bugging you. What is it?

You get right to the point, don't you?

You know, it's a strange thing, you don't know about a person until you meet them.

If it was fate, I don't see how you could split up.

Shouldn't you be together forever, if you were fated to fall in love?

When we're apart, that's when I feel we're together.

I thought it was a fate that would send me soaring, but now I think of it as a kind of fate that means something over a longer span.

Hey, your food's getting cold.

There's energy here in [place name] that you can't find elsewhere.

I'm always busy, it tires me out that time just passes quickly.

Wait, I'm out of breath!

I want to hit another pub. Can we?

You need to sweat over it. You'll work it out.

It's not easy, but it's really simple.

Do like this, put your hand to your chest and think hard. What feels good is the best choice.

I'll be at work until tonight. See you later.

That's dangerous. Why'd you do that?

Are you all right? Do you hurt somewhere?

When you get old, you try not to be too much of a burden.

You avoid making people feel bad, y'know.

I couldn't do that. I'm just a coward.

What's noble about it?

Whatever you want to do, do it. What you want to say, say it.

You think.. people aren't going to die, don't you?

People do die. Everyone dies.

The gods, they die too.

How long will it take?

The sea is calm today.

Whenever I go to sea, when I go to the hills, when I go to the fields, I always see [him/her/them].

You never know what's in the sea.

What, you talk about your friend like that?

What, you too? You're kidding.

The more you criticize, the more suspect you are.

How far have you gone?

When will it be that I see you again?

I blew it. I was starting to feel good.

You just don't understand yet.

You're just talking.

What are you up to?

I just wanted to hear your voice.

Shall we get together earlier?

I got my hair cut. What do you think?

I was thinking about dinner.

I want to see you. That was fun the other day.

Are you awake? Are you thirsty? Do you want a drink?

You can sing it, can't you?

Do you really have to go?

What shall I do, once you are gone?

I wanted to live long, I wanted to live.

Why not? You don't want to?

What's wrong? What is it?

I said, stop that!

Why do you act like you know everything?

I don't get it. Not at all.

If I still care about someone, if I want to be with you more, it's because I will it!

You end up all tied up in knots, because you have no will.

You don't know! Don't act like you do!

You're wrong. I saw you.

Here, let's calm down.

I tried calling [name], but I can't get through.

You know, waves swallow up all sorts of things.

When we surf, we take on the last stage of a wave that was born far offshore.

In any case, there is a sense that everything, including yourself, is absolutely quiet.

Do you remember when you first came here?

It's pointless to resist it.

They don't understand yet what lies in the sea.

[xiaolanhua]

Dilraba Dilmurat as He Si Mu Love beyond the Grave ‧ 白日提灯 ‧ 2026

[maleuficent]

Hoping everyone knows my human!modern Maleficent, or in this case just Měi Lián, verse is being written because I can't get enough of thinking about it, so here are some spoilers:

To continue the themes of her being a "dark sovereign", she is the owner of a tech conglomerate. She is known to be a business shark, always out for breaking out companies and purchasing them. Gives terrible press and has rumours of being rude and even cruel to workers. You can choose to believe them or not.

Joke's on everybody because she is actually a very avid enviromentalist and her goal is to make companies involved in terrible enviromental crimes go out of business. And shame them publicly. She also really loves seeing those old men in suit cry in front of her when asking her not to leak their crimes.

To keep her mystic side, she also secrectly owns an esoteric and "occult" shop. She turns into a much better person in there because she really believes in the occult, practices martial arts and mediates frequently. It is her true little realm.

She is exceptionally lonely except for a friend or two, but even them are hard to get close. Měi Lián is known as an "Ice Princess" by anyone that ever encounters her and they even say she makes faces to children on the street and would, in fact, steal their candy. Since in this universe she won't be able to curse any to death.

[maleuficent]

Writing a character that is "unfeeling" is almost impossible because it is boring to write no reaction to threads and it is also very bad for plotting reasons. So yes, Maleficent feels things in a low level such as: she feels pleased, curious, even happy, but it isn't fully comprehended by her in any way that she actually knows those things are good. She is very angry, full of hatred and prone to doing some harmful things around her, but she also can't grasp those are bad. Her stoned heart has cracks on it so that the feelings can come through in small bits, but her perception of them is hazed by the curse placed on her by the situation she went through. She is literally cursed by a broken heart, by the realm she rules and the hatred of the slain demons that still remain in it after so many centuries of perceived injustice and war, and by the powerful lineage of her mother's clan mixing it into some sort of twisted duty. I also want to point out that despite those things shading her character, she's a good ruler and a good leader to her realm, since the curse itself is made to make her entirely dedicated to her realm foremost. Like a survival mode constantly on after she was almost slain. She also never sees her violent deeds as useless, for the sake of it. She is mostly reactive, not active, in her evil. She doesn't even understand what such evil could even be, to her it simply is as it is. For her, if you disrecpect her position, it is something that justifies her cursing you, or torturing you, or emprisioning you. Yes, "she's that petty." But it is also because to her, her position literally cost her everything. She was lonely, abandoned, ignored, even physically harmed. Those things are not felt anymore but she remembers and resented them for centuries before her sleep, and it grew into some morality and immediate response that continues on even today. Threatening her realm, her or even people she ''cares'' like (later on) Aurora, is reason enough for her to respond 1000x harder. Because she doesn't take risks, she doesn't weight good and bad, she has no concept of those and won't until her heart melts back to what it used to be.

[mindfade]

what's the worst thing you've ever done? / @ geralt

for a long moment, he finds himself toying with the idea of invoking some sort of no talking rule. it would make seeing this contract to completion all the easier, to endure in silence. he had already come to question his morality; capturing a dragon strongly opposed his values, and not only as a witcher. this dragon-turned-woman gave no inkling of malice... thus far, at least. some of her dialogue begged the question: was she true to character, to what the lords had spun in their tales of monstrosity? to curse an innocent, and a child no less.

geralt could not fathom it, sitting across from her as he was. as the fire spat embers up towards the night's sky, even the shadows cast upon her face do not persuade him one way or the other. there was a foreboding sense of guilt resting atop his shoulders, weighing heavily. looks could be deceiving, he knew that all too well. still, despite his warring thoughts and brooding mien, he could not think to release her yet - not until he gauged her true intentions. “ ... if this is your attempt at small talk, it's a poor one, ” geralt leans forward, stoking the fire with a well-shaped stick he had found earlier. “ lady's first. ” @maleuficent.

𓉘 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙱𝙸𝙳 𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚂𝙸𝚃𝚈, answered as geralt of rivia. accepting. 𓉝

[maleuficent]

[ ℳ ] He responded, which meant he asn't entirely neutral to her presence. Thus she grinned like a wolf in sheep's skin, knowing her time wasn't to be wasted on unresponsive hours and wine. The schackles on her wrists were useless, but she remained chained like a prisioner because the inner self wanted to see, wanted to experience for a moment what it felt like to be helpless. He had also done a great feat managing to capture her, though she was then in her Long form, distracted by a weeping willow spirit that suffered a great loss on Heaven's account. The sovereign respected that, and one day her parchment would write down the tale born out of ... boredom. Why not, when her realm was well cared for by her second? See this as fresh air, as mortal knowledge, as a long deserved break.

“ Me? I've never done anything particularly condemning. ” She lied easily, though it would be a lie only to him, not to herself. Images of a young princess came to mind, growing away from everything she'd known, doomed to die young and unloved. Maleficent felt pleased upon remembering. His fire was low, even with the stick moving it, so her fingers moved to make the flames bigger and hotter against the forests' cold. Humans, even half ones such as him, always so prone to freezing or dying. Fragile little things. She eyed his eyes and hair, remembering tales of her people; white is a story of woe, it is the whitering away of one's soul; tilting her head, she responded: “ An enemy slain here, another there. The usual. The methods might have been... painful to them, but I know you are not one to judge. Are you, hunter? ” She leaned forwards like a devil, her horns shining through the fire's glow, her teeth showing.

[maleuficent]

i will go through a soft blocking spree to clean followers and non writing mutuals. so, if we haven't written yet but you wish to, please leave a like on this post.

[xiaolanhua]

Dilraba Dilmurat as He Si Mu Love beyond the Grave ‧ 白日提灯 ‧ 2026

[maleuficent]

👤 allow me to seeee

━━━ for every "👤" [alternatively: "NPC" ] to my inbox, i will introduce you to ONE NPC relevant to my muse's lore !

Xuán Yè (玄烨) is the Supreme Commander of the Demonic Realm and Hēi Mó Nǚ's (黑魔女) closest confidant. Once born as a raven spirit, he spent centuries cultivating until he attained immortality and earned the ability to assume a human form. Among all those who serve the Demonic Realm, he alone stands at Maleficent's side not through fear or ambition, but through unwavering loyalty.

When Hēi Mó Nǚ awakened after centuries of slumber, she found herself alone, unable to understand what had become of her. Though her immortal core remained intact, the loss of her heart had left behind a hollow emptiness where emotions once resided. Confused, detached, and unable to recognize even herself, the only living presence she found was a solitary raven resting outside her chambers, its wing badly injured. She cared for the bird in silence, no feeling whatsoever, only to calm her powers down, expecting nothing in return. It was only later that she discovered the raven was no ordinary creature, but an immortal spirit who had long ago cultivated a human form and merely preferred to wander the world beneath black feathers. From that day onward, Xuán Yè never left her side.

An exceptional swordsman and master of countless weapons, Xuán Yè serves as the second-in-command of the Demonic Realm. Whenever Hēi Mó Nǚ leaves the throne or withdraws from court, he assumes authority in her stead, directing her servants, overseeing the palace, and commanding both the armies of demonic immortals and the vast legions of beasts that answer to her will. His military brilliance and calm judgment have earned the respect of every sect within the realm.

Yet, despite his fearsome reputation on the battlefield, Xuán Yè possesses an unexpectedly gentle nature. Patient, compassionate, and remarkably perceptive, he has become the voice Hēi Mó Nǚ herself can no longer hear. Where her stone heart leaves only cold logic, he reminds her of mercy. Where anger clouds her judgment, he offers restraint. He is often the only person willing to tell her when she is wrong, and perhaps the only one she allows to do so.

Although she remains distant and rarely expresses gratitude, Xuán Yè understands her better than anyone alive. He asks for nothing in return, content simply to remain at her side. For Hēi Mó Nǚ, Xuán Yè is more than her commander. He is the first face she remembers seeing after awakening to a world stripped of warmth, and the only constant that has remained beside her ever since. NnShe may no longer possess a heart capable of love or affection, but if there is anything left within the fragments of the person she once was, it belongs to him. She would never admit it aloud, and perhaps cannot even name the feeling herself, but his absence is one of the few things she truly notices.

[maleuficent]

👤

━━━ for every "👤" [alternatively: "NPC" ] to my inbox, i will introduce you to ONE NPC relevant to my muse's lore !

Yè Qīnglíng (叶清灵) is the current leader of the Nether Serpent Sect (幽蛇宗, Yōushé Zōng), one of the oldest and most influential sects within the Demonic Realm. She is Maleficent's cousin, the daughter of her father's younger brother, and the last surviving blood relative she has.

Generations ago, Maleficent's father was the leader of the Nether Serpent Sect. However, after becoming betrothed to the future sovereign of the Demonic Realm, he relinquished his position to his younger brother, allowing the sect to remain under their family's leadership while he joined the ruling bloodline. After his brother's passing, Yè Qīnglíng inherited the position, becoming the sect's current master, already under Maleficent's rule. Unmarried and without children, she and Maleficent are the final descendants of de Yé family's lineage.

During the thousand of years Hēi Mó Nǚ remained unconscious following the events that nearly claimed her life, Yè Qīnglíng unwillingly became the closest thing the Demonic Realm had to a sovereign. Although everyone knew Hēi Mó Nǚ still lived, someone had to govern in her absence, and many sect leaders quietly attempted to elevate Yè Qīnglíng as a permanent replacement. She never sought the throne herself and consistently refused to involve herself in those political schemes, believing the position belonged to her cousin alone. Her only true interests have always been cultivation and the prosperity of her sect.

Quiet, perceptive, and exceptionally intelligent, Yè Qīnglíng has little patience for court intrigue. She prefers long years of seclusion over endless political disputes and is widely respected for remaining impartial in conflicts between the great demonic sects. While others chased influence, she focused on strengthening herself and preserving her family's legacy.

Despite everything, Yè Qīnglíng has always tried to maintain a relationship with Maleficent. She addresses her warmly, worries about her well-being, and genuinely wishes to be someone her cousin can rely on. Maleficent, however, never allows anyone that close. Though she knows Yè Qīnglíng never actively conspired against her, she has never forgotten that, during her long slumber, countless voices sought to place her cousin upon the throne that rightfully belonged to her. Ever since, she has kept Yè Qīnglíng at arm's length—never hostile, but never truly trusting her either.

For Yè Qīnglíng, that distance is a quiet sadness she has long since accepted. She continues to stand beside her cousin whenever called upon, not out of ambition or obligation, but because, despite everything, Maleficent is the only family she has left.

[maleuficent]

The sound of the breaking barrier in the frontieer was now, usual. It was always a tingling bell sound like the ones in the mortal budhist temples, when wind hit it. Maleficent knew what to expect whenever she heard it, for it was unique and mighty across all the eons, and merely sighed, told her faithful servant to be watchful over the sects and transported away to wherever the vermin had spawned this time. How a mortal managed to come here, in this land, was still something that haunted her every step; her ancestors surely were twisting in abysmal anger back in Forgetfullness River, wanting her gone for such a terrible deed. Pity for them she had not - and did not intend to - continue their lineage. It'd die with her, were she to be killed one day. Dark eyes wandered through the vines, the muddy waters, and finally landed over mixed plants and grass that surrounded the petite girl, attempting something that only the land knew - death, of course. She scowled, knowing well before she'd seen her that Liú Chénxī was putting herself into trouble, once more. A snap of the finger cut the thorns away before the mortal flesh could be wounded, and watchful demonic sovereign groaned when seeing that now, the emperor's daughter had a sword with her. Ending the enchanted vines with ferociousness.

“ How captivating. Is it a gift from your beloved? ” Maleficent teased, her voice cutting as usual, though now she approached the other. A grin was on the sharp side as she sat on a lonely rock, like a hawk. “ Did he have it bathed by those silly godmothers of yours? If not, it will never work in this place. Good for the beasts that hunt on these grounds... Poor things have been so hungry. ” While she was bound to never be able to kill the girl herself, the animals were another matter. So was the land. Thus, it almost always came to this; questions from Liú Chénxī about the Demon Realm, and answers from her chained mouth. / @sleptbound.

[maleuficent]

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Known throughout the Heavenly Realm as the Three Fairies — Fauna (芳娜, Fāngnà), Merryweather (美瑞, Měiruì), and Flora (芙萝拉, Fúlúolā) —they serve as trusted attendants to the Heavenly King and are among Heaven's most respected cultivators. Though none have reached the highest realms of cultivation, each possesses considerable spiritual power and has earned a reputation for kindness, integrity, and unwavering devotion to the Heavenly Realm.

Fauna (芳娜, Fāngnà) is the youngest of the three. Warm-hearted and endlessly optimistic, she has an absent-minded streak and is easily distracted by the simple joys of life. She loves cooking, knitting, and tending to domestic tasks, making her the most nurturing and openly emotional of the sisters. Merryweather (美瑞, Měiruì) is the middle fairy. Stubborn, outspoken, and quick to stand her ground, she has a fiery personality and rarely backs away from a fight. Though often picky and blunt, her loyalty is unquestionable, and she is always the first to defend those she loves. The eldest, Flora (芙萝拉, Fúlúolā), naturally serves as the leader of the trio. Calm, composed, and deeply wise, she is the voice of reason among them, guiding her younger companions with patience and experience whenever disagreements arise.

Disguised as ordinary mortals, the Three Fairies attended Princess Liú Chénxī's presentation to the kingdom on behalf of the Heavenly Emperor, as immortals are forbidden from openly interfering in mortal affairs despite their existence being known. It was there that Maleficent cast her infamous curse.

Following the incident, the Heavenly Emperor entrusted the three fairies with Liú Chénxī's protection. Yet the mission carried a deeper purpose. By decree of the Turtle God, this would become their mortal trial. Stripped of all memories of their immortal lives, they were reborn as ordinary women living in the kingdom's capital. They remembered nothing of Heaven, cultivation, or their true identities, believing instead that they had always been humble peasants and that Aurora was simply their beloved niece. Like all mortal trials, they experienced life as genuine mortals—from birth until the moment fate called them to fulfill their purpose.

Their trial would be deemed complete if Liú Chénxī's survived and grew into a virtuous woman. In the end, they succeeded. Through their love and guidance, Aurora became compassionate despite the darkness surrounding her fate. Although Maleficent's curse prevented Aurora from forming deep emotional bonds with nearly anyone, the Three Fairies remained the sole exception. Even with their memories sealed, the profound cultivation that lingered within their souls allowed them to overcome the curse's influence and love Aurora as family. Their greatest flaw, however, was the overprotectiveness born from that love, rarely allowing Aurora to leave their side and scolding her endlessly bordering emotional abuse if it happened.

Maleficent despises the Three Fairies. Unable to interfere directly with Aurora, she found cruel amusement in watching Heaven's servants reduced to ordinary mortals, unaware of who they truly were. She observed them from afar, taking pleasure in the certainty that Liú Chénxī's death would one day shatter them. Yet as the years passed, that amusement turned into resentment. The Three Fairies accomplished what she believed impossible: they unraveled the vengeance she had so carefully woven and denied her the satisfaction of watching the emperor's daughter perish. For that alone, Maleficent never forgave them.