#askmal

amazing question!!! i love getting anons like this.

From what i know, the records found in his cabin were mostly instrumental concertos, like that of Vivaldi. Im also quite sure he was a fan of Chaplin, his compositions being of the lively romantic waltz, tango kind of genre.. but im sure you could find those from a quick search.

Sadly there doesn't seem to be photos taken of his records amongst his auctioned off goods from his cabin, but id assume from the information that i do have that he enjoyed classical composers. i know he composed a fair bit of music in his youth as well.

honestly, sorry that i don't have more info for you!! thank you so much for asking me though. love you guys <3

For the third time in that day,Haylie was trying to do her Remedial Goodness essay, “How to  be helpful for your community″ and to hell if she knew how to do it.Was it even neccesary?Yes,if you wanna pass and get rid of this class,she thought to herself.But it didn’t help.The paper kept staring back at her,waiting to be written,but the words didn’t want to come.If she wanted to pass this class and hopefully get to the next level in her “integration” ,she needed to find a better method than just force herself to sit through it.

Her wish seemed to have been granted by the Fates when she eyed the purple haired daughter of Maleficent few meters away from her,in the hallway.As now former Lady of the Court and part of the first batch of VK’s to be sent to Auradon,Mal had to know a deal or two about faking goodness.And in Haylie’s book,she did owe her a favor after she had wandered to the Isle not long ago and the demigoddess chose not to tell anyone else.Or at least that’s what she thought.

She didn’t want to spend any more time waiting.She made her way through the crowded hallways to Mal.

“Haylie Hades,nice to see ya again”,she joked.”I think you might owe me a favor”,she continued,pointing to her notebook,that had the Auradon Prep crest on it and a drawing of a skull done by Haylie.

A wave of emotions burned through Scotta’s blood as she flung the magazine she had grabbed, and hesitantly paid for, into the bin as she stormed into her room. She was use to the media digging into her life, that wasn’t new to her, but this? This was going too far.

Her family had taken almost ridiculous precautions for most of her life in order to keep her medical history a secret, things that should have been private regardless. Yet somehow they had still gotten out into the public eye. Documents that had been kept in order to treat and track a birth defect that Scotta felt had taken over her entire life were now being used to do just that. Swarms of articles about how she couldn’t ‘create her own heirs’ and if she was even fit enough to take the crown when she was on so many different meds.

Ben stood at the door to Mal’s dorm, flowers in his arms. He knew that he had to apologize, that he had been out of line before. The lack of sleep and amount of stress building up had caused him to snap and he knew it wasn’t okay. He was supposed to protect Mal, to love her unconditionally, and he failed. He had to make it up to her, and he knew that this was cliche, but he also knew it was a small start. 

Knocking on the door, the king took in a breath as he waited for it to open. Instead he looked back at the roses in his grasp, hoping she would at least like them. After all they were a light shade of purple, it took a little more effort to find them but it would be worth it. As the door swung open, Ben smiled as he looked up. “Hey.” 

I just wanted to say that you're super cool

Evie smiled and shook her head as she made her way down the hall of the boys dormitory. She was still six doors down from Carlos and Jays room, but she could still hear the excited shouts of Carlos and Mal as they played the latest video game, the young boy had downloaded.

Game nights had become a tradition between the three of them ever since Jay had joined tourney, they’d often stay up late, laughing and competing in one way or another until the dark haired boy would come home, excited to show off and strut across the room telling them how he had done that day. 

Evie wasn’t much of a gamer girl herself, but It was a way for them to be together, a moment away from the rest of bustling Auradon. Something she wouldn’t trade anything for. 

Stopping in front of the door, Evie heard a loud raucous laugh float from the hardwood and let out a small giggle wondering what had happened now. Raising her hand to knock, Evie jumped back as the door swung open.

Evie wandered into her shared dorm room with Mal, exhausted. She threw down her backpack and flopped face first onto her bed. Who knew going to school actually wore you out? Granted, the school on the island was nothing like Auradon prep, it mostly consisted of prank wars and gang activity. Smiling, E raised her head slightly from the fluffy pillows of her bed and called out to Mal.

 “Do you remember the time we replaced all the soap in the bathrooms with glue? People were complaining about that for weeks.” she said with a muffled giggled.  She waited a few seconds for a reply but when one didn’t come she sat up in bed. It wasn’t like Mal to not want to reminisce about causing chaos on the island. She looked over to the second twin bed in the room and saw Mal holding her sketchbook, mindlessly scribbling over the same spot,lost in thought. Evie knew that look and what it meant wasn’t good.

“M, are you okay?” she called a little louder than before.