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Miscellaneous Headcanons #1

Just gonna go ahead and hash out some headcanons for Maleficent's default verse, her Twisted Wonderland verse, and her Kingdom Hearts verse. Because why not?

Default

The fact that Maleficent has such fondness and trust in Diablo is very important because it demonstrates she is capable of feeling fondness and trust for another. Maleficent may not understand empathy beyond an intellectual level (enough to understand that hurting those your targets care for hurts them more than just killing them would), but it seems she is capable of feeling it. However, since she sees herself as "beyond" such "weakness," she is incapable of seeing her affection for Diablo for what it is.

Maleficent doesn't hate Aurora. She doesn't actually have any grudge against the princess herself; Aurora's just a useful instrument in causing pain to those who've slighted her.

Technically speaking, when Maleficent said "She will indeed grow in grace and beauty, beloved by all who know her", that was also a part of Maleficent's "gift." The curse, therefore, ensures that Aurora's beauty and grace are never tarnished, and that any who get to know her stumble into situations where she becomes beloved by them. They still love Aurora for who she is, of course; the curse just forces them to learn who she is.

Relatedly, Maleficent is technically one of Aurora's fairy godmothers. Sure, nobody in their right mind would ever peg her as such (and she certainly doesn't act like it), but she is a fairy who provided a magical "gift" upon the princess on the day of her christening. The fact that the gift came bundled with a death curse aside, this means that Maleficent technically has the same role that the three good fairies do, even if she chooses to act directly against that role for the sake of her revenge.

Maleficent is stronger physically than she looks. Being a fae who is also a dragon, she is possessing of superhuman strength even in her humanoid form. However, this is only very rarely demonstrated; she believes herself to be the pinnacle of feminine regality and stature, and a regal lady of stature is above throwing hands like common street trash.

Twisted Wonderland

Let's get one thing straight right out of the gate: Maleficent does care about Malleus. She might not show it in the most healthy or moral of ways, but she does legitimately have his best interests at heart. A part of this is narcissism, of course. The fact that he is her grandson marks him as one of the very special few who are worthy of almost as much respect and reverence as she is.

She has been keeping tabs on Malleus pretty much his entire life, even if he never quite realized it. The only people that remained in Malleus' life while living in Briar Valley were those that Maleficent approved of; those she did not approve of quickly disappeared, never to be seen again. This, naturally, extends to Lilia as well; Vanrouge's presence is something that is tolerated because he is beneficial to Malleus.

Everything I've been able to find on the subject seems to suggest that Headmaster Crowley is based off of Diablo. Until or unless the game/person I'm rping with disagrees, I will be running with this assumption and saying that Maleficent is Crowley's fairy godmother. Like, a proper one, not the one-by-technicality thing I mentioned above. She's not as peppy or forgiving as fairy godmothers tend to be, but she does deign to aid him at her leisure so long as Crowley behaves in her presence. If he doesn't behave in her presence...well, spare the rod, spoil the child, as they say.

Maleficent is convinced she knows what is behind the blotting phenomenon. She refers to it as an "archaic" or "obsolete" phantom from an age long irrelevant. She is also fully convinced that she is immune to overblotting, despite how petty, wrathful, and just generally emotional she can be.

Maleficent learns of the MC from both Crowley and Malleus, and she comes to have a detached interest in them. Their ability to wrangle all the disparate personalities and egos of the college towards a common goal is intriguing to her as a ruler, wish-granter, and curse-maker. They have her attention, which may or may not make their lives harder as time goes on...

Kingdom Hearts

Maleficent is about as Dark as one can get before becoming a Heartless. The fact that her Heart goes to the Realm of Darkness when she "dies" without turning her into a Heartless is proof of that. Just as she cannot understand goodness and Light, she understands Darkness on a fundamental level to an extent that no other does. This is why she never underestimates it, despite her own not-inconsiderable arrogance.

Maleficent's losses to the protagonists were collectively something of a wakeup call for her, and she's dedicated herself to becoming more mighty than ever before while also continuing her dastardly book-based schemes. To that end, she has completely mastered the Squeenix magic system, with all the -za and Zeta that implies. The only exceptions to this are Cure and Holy; these spells require an amount of Light within one's Heart that Maleficent simply isn't capable of.

Maleficent's ultimate goal is dominion over everyone and everything everywhere. The ultimate power that she seeks is simply the tool she requires to achieve her ambitions; it alone is not enough to satisfy her. To that end, she opposes anyone who espouses oblivion; if everything is consumed by the void, she will have nothing to rule, after all.

Maleficent is shown having gone up against keyblade wielders before in both Union X and Dark Road, winning both times. Hell, she killed four of them at once in Dark Road. This blog takes this as the norm; most keyblade wielders cannot stand against the Mistress of All Evil, with the protagonists who demonstrably can defeat her being the exceptions instead of the rule. This is also why she was so complacent until Sora kicked her teeth in one too many times.

Relatedly, Maleficent is old enough to have been around during the Keyblade War. She is not responsible for its start, but she did do her part in escalating things beyond the breaking point by stoking the Darkness within select individuals. She remembers that terrible time with great fondness.

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Among the busy streets of Paris, the sight of a lone traveler was commonplace. Indeed, the cobblestone paths were packed with such people every minute of every day. From the bright and flowing gowns of the nobility to the ragged rags of the commoner, Paris blushed with its lifeblood of the thorough throng. Despite what certain despotic authorities would tell you, Paris was a place of people, and it always would be.

That being said, there was one particular traveler this day that stood out from the rest, if one knew the traveling type. Her clothes were as humble as they came, a tan gown and hood combined with burgundy shoes to cover most of her skin. However, even with that, any with eyes could see that the woman was a beauty, fair-skinned with rose-red lips, mature without crossing the line into being elderly. She had nary a blemish upon her well-maintained figure even as her gnarled walking stick aided her journey among the city's winding ways.

On top of all of this was the fact that she was alone. A man wandering alone in days as dangerous as these was rare; a woman doing so was practically unheard of. Only the very brave or the very naive dared to do such a thing. There was something about her too, something that couldn't quite be put into words but was obvious if you knew what to look for. An imperial regalness informed the visitor's gait even as it horribly clashed with her humble trappings.

The woman carefully weaved her way through the crowds, strangely unnoticed by the regulars as she moved through their ranks. Eventually finding herself at the bank of the river away from the worst of it, the woman allowed herself a moment of pause as an exhausted sigh left her lips. Her hand grasped her walking stick (more of a staff, really) a bit tighter as she became lost in her thoughts. Those lips curled into a frown as she gazed into the still water, her reflection glaring back with undisguised frustration.

Maleficent was not happy. It had been supremely fortuitous that she had been revived. She had punished the greedy fools who had dared to lay claim to what was hers, and she had indulged quite liberally in their suffering. She had disguised herself, successfully infiltrated the nearest and largest city she could find, and was in the perfect position to wreak untold evils across its people. Yet, she was not happy.

Honestly, what was wrong with her? She'd have barely been able to contain her glee had she been provided an opportunity like this back before her fall. There was a certain satisfaction in terrorizing an area so thoroughly for so long, but it had made it difficult to indulge in the simple pleasure of corrupting a town into destroying itself. Why, from what little she'd seen, this "Paris" was halfway there already!

So why was she feeling so infuriatingly wretched?! All of the cards she could ever ask for were in her hand, so why couldn't she just enjoy it like before? What was this awful, empty aching that would not leave her be? What had changed?!

Her free hand idly rested upon the spot on her shoulder where a raven wasn't, and her frown deepened even further even as she failed to grasp why.

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Agrabah was a place that had been built from the ground up to be the most important one in all the land. It was the crown jewel of the desert, the golden oasis of civilization. All the majesty of the sands could be found there, unmatched amongst the seemingly endless dunes. It was, to put it lightly, the place where Things Happened.

Unfortunately, not all of those things were pleasant. The brief takeover by Jafar had not lasted very long, and had mostly been contained within the royal halls. Still, it was undeniable that the the city had been a much darker place for the time he reigned; not helping things was that the singular tower of the palace blasting off never to be seen again was not something that could be ignored. Though brief, it had been a time of fear.

That time was over, all had thought. The vile traitorous vizier had been overcome, banished to some far distant sands where he could not threaten them any longer. The princess was betrothed to her beloved, had become allies with one of the mythical genies, and her oblivious but good-natured father was back on the throne where he belonged. The dark days were done, people thought. Everything was looking up.

Then the halls of the royal palace erupted into flames, a fire which burned an unnatural green. The conflagration congregated in the throne room, coalescing into the figure of a strange foreign woman. 'Twas a fearsome figure indeed; even if one ignored her strange green skin, the yellows of her eyes, the giant horns on her head, and the blacks and purples of her flowing robes, the raven on her shoulder leered at those surrounding the pair with an unmistakably gleeful malice. She stood tall and proud, a pillar of darkness among the gleaming golden light of Agrabah.

The guards stood between the woman and Jasmine and her friends (the only one missing was Genie, as he'd already left for his world tour). Her cold gaze raked across the assembled crowd before her, a slight grin forming across her face at their surprise and fear (well, some of the guards showed the appropriate fear; the rest would simply have to learn to). Her eyes settled upon the Sultan and Jasmine as she finally deigned to speak.

"My, this is quite the royal realm, your majesty. I believe I shall rather enjoy my time here. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Maleficent, the Mistress of All Evil, but you may call me 'Your Excellency.' You and all the people you rule over now belong to me."

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Whelp, took a bit longer than it probably should have, but I finally got around to finishing up the About page. Unless I'm forgetting something critical (which I definitely might be), I think all of the necessary pages are done.

#ooc #blog update #blog no longer under construction #might add a headcanons page later #if i ever write enough #for it to be worth the effort

☂️ 👀? For Aurora.

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In the depths of the dank, dilapidated castle keep, the most evil creature in all the land sat upon her throne of stone, glowering into the distance. Her free hand idly stroked the head of the raven, ever loyally perched at her side. Her eyes bore into the other side of the room, agitation and fury mixing together into a barely-contained seething malice. A finger, green and graceful, tapped upon the shaft of her staff.

Fifteen years. Fifteen years she had been searching for the wayward princess, yet she had nothing to show for it! She'd had her lackeys search under every branch and stone, and still nothing! It beggared belief. She was nothing but a naive slip of a girl; she couldn't possible have just disappeared into thin air!

Her frown deepened as her thoughts continued to sour. It had to be that trio of rabble that had attended the christening. King Stefan had no method nor trickery capable of stymieing the Mistress of All Evil for this long. Yet what magic could those meandering miscreants possibly wield that could keep the dear princess from Maleficent's sight for this long? It was inconceivable.

There was no need to panic, of course. A curse from the Queen of the Forbidden Mountain could not be denied; Aurora's fate had been sealed since her birth. But oh, how she wanted to give this one her personal touch! What beautiful torment they would suffer when they realized their helplessness against her majesty! She would not miss it for the world.

Maleficent stood from her throne and began to make her way outside. While she usually preferred the dark, dank, and dismal halls of her castle, this season provided an exception. It was Winter, that marvelously cold and heartless time of the year. Sometimes, on days like this when the ground was covered in snow, she would go through the forest and personally wither any flora that had made it through the night. It was so relaxing, seeing such vile vibrancy decay into lifelessness.

In her wanderings, Maleficent was given pause when she heard a most incredible sound: singing with a voice more lovely than any she had heard in centuries. Following the breathtaking melody led her to a small clearing. A menagerie of the forest's animals had gathered around the source, and there at the center...could it be? Golden locks of maiden fair...yes, it was Aurora there! The young princess was standing in commoner's clothes, pulling the vermin around her ever further into her trance.

It was perfect, almost too much so. She had left for a momentary distraction, and had somehow stumbled upon her long-sought prize. She had been in the forest all this time! Why had her bungling oafs not found her?! If they had good reason, she might let them off with a light bashing, but if they didn't? Well! Then they were in for a right thrashing!

In the shadows that hid her, a wicked smile crossed Maleficent's face as she brought her scepter to the fore. She whispered to it "Wind, ice, sleet, and snow; howl, rage, hurl, and blow!" As she finished, a great blizzard appeared in but a few moments and engulfed the forest entire. The Mistress of All Evil watched with no small amount of pleasure as the wretched creatures of the forest bolted for their dirty little hovels in the ground for safety.

She waited for a moment longer to ensure that the wayward girl was truly alone before emerging from her hiding place. She approached Aurora and held the sleeve of her free hand high to block the biting wind and blistering snow from harrying the lonesome princess any further. "What ferocious fates are these, that lead to such a precious thing left out in such cruel cold? Come come, my dear; hide yourself beneath my sleeve, that you may find some respite from this worrisome weather!"