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favorite fictional ladies | ravenna (snow white and the huntsman) “I will give this wretched world the queen it deserves.”
Charlize Theron as Ravenna, the Evil Queen
How Mal's parents met.
faircstcfall:
The Bavarian princess lingered outside the other’s chamber, and she turned aside, embarrassed, once her mother discovered her presence. She did not mean to be a burden. Although she was but a child, she was still the princess; an entire kingdom rested on her shoulders. Yet, need it rest on hers alone?
A tremulous pale hand grasped the queen’s, and doe-brown eyes stared up at her plaintively. “My apologies, Mother. I did not mean to disturb you, especially at this late hour, but… my mind is troubled, and I cannot sleep.”
Sharper-than-normal teeth worried the inside of her cheek. Snow visibly paused before adding, “Is it all right if I speak plainly with you? You are wise, and I would greatly appreciate your counsel.”
Snow had come with the king, and for years she had had to deal with raising someone else’s daughter. She had come prepared for queendom but not motherhood; however, she had accepted the challenge a long time ago. This was nothing more than a complex dance across the chessboard, and she always made sure the game would end in a checkmate.
So, when the girl voiced her concerns, her expression turned one of concern as well, and she guided the princess into her chambers. There was no sign of the magic or the dark arts she practiced in there ( she wasn’t that stupid ). To the untrained eye, it would look like a queen’s rooms, nothing more.
“Who am i if not your stepmother, my dear? Come. Ease thy mind of its burdens, and we shall see what I can do to help.”
While she bid Snow to sit on one of the comfy chairs or poufs, she wandered over to the side table and poured some water for both of them. A glass was handed to Snow and she held on to hers as she sat on the opposite chair.
indissclubili:
Few knew of the existence of the fey, any stories of her conquests and infamy all but lost to the ravages of time. The Muggles had destroyed the magical world and built their own atop its ashes, daring to call it all make believe and condemning those with magic to hide in fear while they led their pointless lives.
His father was not the sort of mentor that one would expect, but he had instilled in his son the importance of alliances in their fight against the nonmagical folk and the traitorous witches and wizards who dared protect them. One who had lost everything could have nothing to lose and everything to gain in aiding them. Benjamin had gathered what few artifacts he could find and brought them to the woman. Eyes focused upon her, noting with slight disgust how she watched the vermin down below.
“Some artifacts we’ve kept safe from auction houses and museums.” Bits and pieces if he was perfectly honest, nothing to be particularly proud of. But it was a start. “They may not bring you any satisfaction, but they were made by your people. It’s only right they be returned to you.” He set aside the chest, hands folded behind his back as he regarded her.
“Have you thought any further on our offer, my lady?”
At the mention of artifacts, she held her hand out. Those salvaged items rose, aided by the lime green mist that she’d emitted from her fingertips, and floated towards her. Maleficent recognized all of them: pieces of fey-wrought armor, a dagger of a fey warrior, and other trinkets that would have graced the necks and wrists of high-ranking fey. Now, they were nothing more than meaningless decor for the humans, and she felt a slight STING in her heart for the world she had lost.
The Dark Lord had promised her an age of renewal, and she would hold him to that promise. Voldemort might believe in his absolute power, but he was nothing but a child in her eyes. An acolyte in magic, whose knowledge barely covered a quarter of what she knew. Maleficent hoped, for HIS sake, that he wouldn’t go back on his word.
“I have. And what does he expect me to do?”
Her response was not direct, but it was a sign that she was agreeing to such terms. She could have sided with the witches and wizards, but Voldemort’s ideals closely mirrored her own. A princess once believed in the goodness of her heart, but there was only so much abuse one’s heart could take before the light was finally stamped out and replaced with total darkness.
strxnzo:
it isn’t the position that maleficent takes that makes her chest seize; eliza’s stake in things is much more personal, it always has been. she understands that that isn’t the case for everyone – whether it be that the world has been unkind to them, or they just prefer the solitude that comes with being a lone wolf, she doesn’t judge on that affair. to think that anyone could be left untouched by thanos’ chaos is – bluntly – naive.
“aren’t ya th’guardian of th’forest? y’lost trees. grass, plants, life – thanos poofed away life itself. it doesn’t haft’a be a who, but doesn’t it make you – you –” so angry?! oh, she wanted to scream; luckily, eliza could feel her husband’s presence, then, soothing her rising emotion with nothing more than a step forward beside her.
telling eliza to wait to do anything is hard enough; telling her to stay might as well be a flat-out joke. when maleficent flies upward, eliza is undoubtedly thankful, yes, that she’s (assuming) there will be some aid. just as much, however, she’s impatient. she’s managed to quell her emotions from an outburst for this long, but she isn’t just going to sit on the ground while there’s someone who can do something up in the sky.
“we can find ‘im,” eliza murmurs to herself, stomach clenching at the thought. she’d like to tear that titan limb from limb. her power culminates beneath the balls of her feet, much practice coming in handy as bolts of electricity gently carry her great heights into the sky, attempting to find maleficent.
Plants could be regrown. It was why she was there. Humans had not been KIND to her, so she saw no reason why she should be kind back. While Eliza searched the skies for her, she’d already finished her task and flown down to the ground. The crackling of electricity in the sky above her did tell her of the woman’s impatience, but she would do nothing to call her back.
She was emotional, that much was clear, but it was not Maleficent’s job to watch out for her. That was a task left to her husband, who sighed and bellowed up at the heavens. To his credit, his voice did carry all the way up, and when Eliza came back down, it was to a still calm Maleficent, who’d used the time she displayed unnecessary dramatics to write down the information that she’d just learned.
“He is there. Growing crops and thriving. If you hurry, you may catch him off guard.”
The slip of parchment was handed to Eliza, and she was quick to withdraw her hand. Her expression showed that she didn’t think much of the other woman’s previous actions.
for @faircstcfall‘s someday he’ll come verse muse: grimhilde | verse: pre-wedding
‘My sweet child.”
The soft sound of slippered footsteps had suddenly stopped, and she could only assume it was the princess. She remembered what it had been like, to be young and wondering who her father had been spending so much time with. It was only natural for the girl to be snooping around. As much as she hated it when others invaded her privacy, it was too early for her to show her true colors.
So, she smiled warmly when she turned, extending her hand out for Snow White to take.
“You should not be walking alone at night. You are the future of this kingdom; I would see you SAFE. Always.”
hatpinblade:
“ Underland. “
Dark hues overlook the woman– a stunning person, for certain. Something seems a bit off, but she isn’t entirely sure what. Perhaps a harshness hidden underneath, she’d have to pry to find it.
“ Who are you? “
Underland. The word was whispered to herself, but it was unfamiliar to her. She knew of realms beyond the world she lived in, but none of those who came from there had ever managed to find their way here. She wondered how this curious creature had managed such a feat and if it could be replicated.
“I am Queen of this kingdom. Grimhilde, as my parents named me.”
The dormouse might have been small, but size was never a determinant of STRENGTH. Her husband had underestimated her, and now she stood, a lone ruler of a powerful kingdom. Rather than treat her visitor as a tiny thing, she gestured to one of the armrests: a common sign that one was inviting the other to sit down.
hopeandlimerence:
Ann took a step closer to the woman, this time lowering herself to her knees. She gazed up at Grimhilde softly, a small grin touching her lips.
“Well, not only are you beautiful, but you are also strong, confident, and admittedly… I suppose the best way to put it is that there is something about you that scares me, and I like that.” she told her.
She had a complicated relationship with romance. Things Ann found romantic were complete turn offs to her friends. And some things they found romantic, she found to be boring at best and repulsive at worst. Affection in the normal sense was something she could experience with her friends and her children, but never normally with a romantic partner. To her, affection still had it’s softer moments, things like Ian stroking her hair, kissing her neck, and while it was welcomed, it wasn’t preferred. When Ian pulled her hair, bit her neck, kissed her roughly against a wall, or even outside of the bedroom, or wherever else they decided to have sex, things like him teasing and making fun of her, being a bit mean and even playing tricks on her, these were all things that Ann considered “affectionate”.
Though Grimhilde was her friend, she was never the typically affectionate type like most of her other friends. The type that gave hugs and showers of empty compliments for the sake of politeness.
“Also,” she realized, “You are unapologetically yourself. Even if that displeases people. It’s a very attractive quality, at least to me.”
“Dear Ann. You flatter me with your words. But I fear you do not understand who I really am.”
And she liked it that way. Anyone who knew her fully would know how she was vulnerable; her stepdaughter had come so close to destroying her. She would NOT let anyone else have that power over her, may it be a man or a woman.
But she played it off as it being a source of regret, for she knew the times they were living in not being accepting of such attentions. Had they lived in the time of English dynasties and European kings and queens, it wouldn’t have mattered. POWER was the true driving force, and as queen, none would have found it odd if she chose to find herself a female lover.
“But please, before either of us assume wrongly, speak plain.”
Grimhilde leaned forward in her chair, her pale fingers stroking Ann’s jaw. The woman had a very pretty face ( but not as beautiful as yours, my Queen! ) and might be an acceptable consort given her submissiveness. For now, she chose to see where things would lead. A glimpse into the future for a trivial thing such as her relations with Ann wasn’t worth the effort, not when she couldn’t see any immediate benefit -- besides physical satisfaction -- by indulging in it.
Disney’s Divas of Darkness - Modern Day Aesthetic
Wouldn’t you prefer to eat when all the work is done, Ella? Yes, stepmother. You needn’t call me that. Madam will do.
Most everyone’s mad here.
Alice in Wonderland (1951) dir. Clyde Geronimi, Wilfred Jackson, Hamilton Luske.
Charlize Theron as Ravenna, the Evil Queen
Maleficent: Mistress of Evil (2019) dir. by Joachim Rønning
strxnzo:
to say that they’re hard-pressed for a miracle is an understatement; hell, to say that eliza is desperate? that’s only the half of it. every waking minute, she either spends with what family remains, or joins thor to do whatever she can to change the outcome of a war that they never could’ve been ready for. when she hears of a woman in the forest who could help them – all of them – there’s no doubt in her mind that they can earn her trust. even just for a moment.
“i know y’could help us by tryin’,” eliza begins, her voice borderline level but sincere; damn her powers, it’s keeping her emotions in check nowadays that takes the most effort. “tha’s all that any of us can do righ’ now. try t’do our part. whether it’s outta th’goodness’a y’heart, or for pure selfish gain – we gotta try.”
breathe, eliza. swallow your fear, anger, all of it. she balls her fists at her sides, unfurling her fingers with mighty concentration; when she speaks again, her voice is gentler. “—- what did y’lose? what will y’lose if we don’t act?”
She was passionate. Desperate, too. But it was her bravery that struck a chord in Maleficent’s icy heart. All the proper greetings had been made, and the correct offering was provided. It was more than most visitors had done, including a certain king and queen she’d known centuries before.
“What makes you think I lost or will lose anyone?”
She felt like she was bragging, and she didn’t care about the despair that it caused the other woman. In a way, having none to care for had been an advantage. However, she considered that while Thanos might not be a problem for her now, he would most likely be in the future.
It was best to strike when the serpent was still young.
Maleficent stared at Eliza for a few seconds before:
“Wait here.”
With a strong flap of her wings, she flew straight up, higher than the clouds. The height and lack of obstructions above her allowed her to extend her search. It took her a while, but she sensed him on a planet further away than she expected. She didn’t know the name of the planet but noted the star formations that could help them pinpoint the planet’s ( and Thanos’ ) location.
ASK sent by @strxnzo
*marco and polo tug on maleficent’s sleeve*
Curious children had been -- and would always be, it seemed -- the bane of his existence. The familiar tug on her sleeve didn’t make her look down; it wasn’t until the persistent attempts to catch her attention grew that she finally glanced at the boys.
Sons of the God of Thunder, no doubt: one couldn’t mistake those blonde, blue eyed children for someone else’s.
Whatever request they would have for her, she would have only one response.
“No.”