1. Okay, someone's attacking the Moors, what else is new? And Maleficent is trying to stop them. Why can't people just leave her alone? I thought we were past all this.
2. Aww, Pinto is so cute, I would squish her but she has quills. But they can retract, right?
3. Finally! The wedding we've been waiting YEARS for (besides Maleficent and Diaval's hehe!)
4. Don't be ashamed of your horns, they're beautiful!
5. Really? You had NO IDEA that the Fey are adverse to iron? Your tone tells me otherwise.
6. This dinner scene reminds me of the one in Shrek. Wow, they got it down to the cradle!
7. HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT MALEFICENT IS NOT AURORA'S REAL MOTHER!! She did a much better job than the pixies.
8. At least King John is trying to be civil.
9. WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY GIRL? I WILL DESTROY YOU!!
10. Hold the phone. There's more of them?! Oh yeah, it was in the trailer. Wait, why is that one holding an iron bullet? That's hardcore. Hmm, they're both good looking!
11. I mean, look at those muscles and those eyes and that deep voice and- WADE! I FOUND FRANCIS!
(Popcorn break! Lyra, can you share? 🍿)
12. It's like an entire ecosystem!! Tundra, Forest, Desert and Jungle! THEY'RE ALL SO PRETTY!! AHHH! LOOK AT THE LITTLE FEY!! I WANNA HUG THEM!! I WANNA LIVE HERE!
13. One wants war, one wants peace, flip a coin, let's see who wins. *shrug*
14. So it turns out Queenie here's got a henchman who is a scientist and part fey whose wings were shorn. Man, I don't know you, but you shouldn't be working for her. PINTO!!! I WON'T LET ANYONE HARM YOU, SWEETIE!
15. I think Conall is giving Maleficent love eyes. Does she love him back? I mean, why shouldn't she. He's kind, compassionate, sweet and handsome and- DEAD?! WHAT!? *insert Michael Scott screaming meme.*
16. Great, now you made Borra mad. You've done it now, Queenie. "You've killed my best friend, prepare to die."
17. Maleficent didn't curse the king! I KNOW THAT!!! And the wedding is a trap? I should have seen that coming.
18. Hmm, Gerta has more passion in her piano (organ) playing than me. Oh, there's pink smoke that turns everyone into plants. This just got a whole lot darker.
19. COME ON DIAVAL! FIGHT THEM OFF! BECOME A DRAGON OR SOMETHING! A BEAR!!! EVEN BETTER!
19. Hang on FLITTLE! NOT YOU, TOO!!!
20. MALEFICENT!? WHAT! NO! SHE CAN'T DIE! I CAN'T SURVIVE IF ANYONE ELSE - Wait, she's a Phoenix? YAS QUEEN!!! SLAY!!
21. You wounded my man! *approaches you slowly* Prepare to die.
22. Wait, you could have given everyone a day to recover before you guys got married. I mean, we just had a war.
23. The King is well again, just in time to celebrate. And my fey man is getting revenge on Ingrith. *smiles gleefully*
24. Wait, she's a MALE GOAT!? *laughs*
25. No sweetie, Mama won't ever give you away.
26. I look at those eyes. I need me some Borra x reader stories, stat!
27. Wow, I actually enjoyed this. Time to read and try to recover from all I've witnessed.
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Let me just say that I now know the definition of “Bi panic”
EVERYONE IS SO BEAUTIFUL
LOOK
CONALL is amazingly caring and I love how he treats Maleficent and holy crap he looks like a hot chocolate on a winter’s night and he acts like it too. The fact alone that he tries to keep the peace between the Faes and humans is amazing.
Next is this hunk a’ meat
BORRA IS THE MOST SEDUCTIVE I ALMOST CRIED WHEN HE GROWLED LIKE HOLY SHIT HE’S TOO HOT FOR A DISNEY MOVIE. I LOVE HIS CRUSTY SELF!!
When he tried to stop the fighting after Phillip said he will not fight him shows me that he just wanted to keep his life and his kind safe. But his voice is just too much for me and LOOK AT HIS SMIRK….. RREEEEEEEE
But then there’s the queen herself, Maleficent
She’s so beautiful it’s scary, that’s all. I have no words to describe the beauty of her and her character arch and her EVERYTHING… SHE’S SO BEAUTIFUL INSIDE AND OUT AND I DIDN’T EXPECT TO BE THIS BEAUTIFUL WHEN I READ THE BOOK!!!
SHE DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER
SCREW KING STEFAN
But one person I just want to hug the living CRAP out of is Diaval
(I plead guilty in kinning Diaval)
LOOK AT HIM
He’s so adorable but looks like he’ll rip you apart in a second….. BUT HE WON’T
He’s so sweet, he just so protective over Aurora and Maleficent and just want peace with everyone.
I love his awkwardness to and how he’s awkward around maleficent and knows when she’s angry and how to calm her down. I just love him, look at him y’all
He goes from a majestic man of grace and beauty to
LOOK AT THIS AWKWARD BIRD
I rest my case
But before I go I have an important announcement
Baby Faes have tiny stubby horns and everyone in the Maleficent movies are beautiful except king Stefan
I just watched Mistress of Evil and I just found this blog. THANK YOU FOR THE CONALL CONTENT. MY GOD THAT MAN IS F I N E. CHIWETEL EJIOFOR FUCKING SERVED 🥵
YES FAM YES THAT IS THE TRUTH AND IT IS A S H A M E THAT MAN DOESN'T HAVE ANY SOCIAL MEDIA I CAN EMBARRASS MYSELF ON
Borra is just ugh. I love him. Conall looks like he gives good hugs and cuddles tbh.
Conall. Conall is v much the Dad Friend. He is good. Gentle. Pure. Kind. Absolutely, unabashedly Husband and Father material, much like Udo. Just straight up A Good Man and A Favorable Match. But also. He was a warrior before. It's canon. And I have thoughts about the romantic aspect of those implications*.
Borra is the get you a man who can do both type.
I have. An entire canon essay. On why that's fact. But tl;dr he is not just the surly angry macho type, he cried in public over his mortally wounded practically-brother best-friend. He has an ethical code. He only offs people who have, with ample evidence, harmed the innocent. He's protective. You know he'd be a spectacular lover. And with the soft-ass way he looked at "us" / Maleficent at It's Time To Come Home. Look at that man and tell me he would not be the most devoted and adoring partner and parent. Look me in the eyes.
Does Borra have fangs? I couldn’t tell in the movie. I couldn’t tell is Comall did either. I am assuming since maleficent did they did too.
Oh, if only they'd open-mouthed smiled for us. Even once! My loves, how the studio deprived us.
By nature of that being a Dark Fey attribute, yes, they do have fangs; design wise, this movie was a bit of a clusterfuck I don't actually think they do? You've given me an excuse to go examine the movie again, tonight, though.....so let me go stare at their lips and forget why I'm doing it 👀
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Conall (Maleficent: Mistress of Evil) x Human!Reader
“Mm, you are my everything.”
Conall sighed fondly as your arms linked around his middle. You didn’t have to wake to see him off to council, though you still often did; it was as much a fault of your nonexistent space as it was a lingering habit – you slept enwrapped in his arms and his wings, your fingers resting upon the small, soft down-feathers that punctuated his chest like hair upon human skin, only to hear the first notes of birdsong and half-stir as if you still had to rise to see him off under the first blue-silver rays of dawn. (He had cherished the memory of your sun-loved skin bathed in the pallor of first light for so long that he could conjure it even then; your dark hair mussed and rumpled, your dark eyes half-lidded and warm, even the sad, half-hearted smile that touched your lips while you fought the sleep from your eyes and the heaviness from your quilt-wrapped limbs. You did not know how many times he had to fight the impulse to simply take you in his arms and carry you away before the night had come when he finally had.)
“You,” he lowered his wing so you could rest your head upon his shoulder if you so desired to, though you rested your cheek just above the space between the joints of his wings and your soft, even breaths fanned the feathers along the right’s apex, “are all the world and more.” His thumb traced your knuckles. “You should sleep.”
You pressed your lips nearly in the same place you laid your head. The fur that covered you sagged between your body and his, and he folded back his left wing to raise its edge on the tip of its thumb-claw to keep you warm.
“I will. But I’ll miss you.” It was no true protest, though you made it all the same. These mornings had a rhythm – he had to take you in his arms and cover you with himself like he didn’t know you would cling to his shoulders. Like your tender lips didn’t always seek just one more sweet, lingering kiss.
“You could come with me?” he teased, though it was not entirely a tease. He expected that, one day, you would rise with him without hesitation. You would dress and join him in the meeting-cove to listen to your people’s fears and concerns, their hopes for a plan and his desire to establish one that did not involve unnecessary risk.
You made a small, half-hearted sound that could’ve meant anything. You wanted to stay just like this, curled against him, sharing in his warmth. You wanted to kiss his neck and his shoulders and breathe in the perfume of his skin. He would not be long, you knew, but the interruption disheartened tired-you all the same – you lived in Paradise; there was no good reason beyond the universal marker of time that council needed to be held so early.
His folded wing gently heaped the blanket onto you, and you let one of your hands withdraw partway to catch it. Your mornings had a rhythm that the man you loved was more than happy to indulge, even when it meant the new day’s lightness drew even brighter while you snuck your momentary fill of kisses and ran your fingers through the down-soft curls of his beard. He half-gathered you into his arm, well aware of how you “trapped” him with your weight as though his fingers were not linked in your hair and his tongue did not tease yours when you parted your lips against his. You would’ve roused, had council not been the reason for his waking, but your mischief was only as long-lived as his gentle grasp upon your chin allowed.
“I love you,” you murmured, and stole just one more kiss.
“I love you.” His lips met yours just one last time. “Sleep. I will see you before breakfast.”
You heaved a soft, dramatic sigh and pretended to go limp beneath the layers of your pelts. A few hours at most; only a short while, but such a long time. How had you ever survived the whole of a day?
He did not restrain the smile that accompanied his quiet laugh. Though he wished not to disturb you, moments like those made him glad you woke; protected as you were by the sanctity of the Nest and the understanding of the other fey who lived within it, he still hesitated to leave you. He did not know if you understood how the sight of you, bundled in soft hides and furs, faux-sprawled as you watched him dress with half-lidded eyes, soothed him; no king, no cavalry could come for you in the heart of a hidden forest whose old trees were strong enough that not even the wind-currents could fell their weakest limbs. You were less durable than your company, but so much less vulnerable than you had once been. To see you sleep-rumpled and happy in the cradle of his bed was to soothe the anxiety that separation renewed.
You made a low, pleased sound when he flexed his shoulders. His wings followed suit, and you had to curl your fingers into your palm in order to resist the temptation to reach out and caress him.
“Next time,” he offered, as he always did.
You propped yourself up on your elbows when he leaned in. Just one more kiss – one to your temple and another to your lips – for that was all the growing dawn left him time for. “I love you,” you repeated, like he needed the reminder.
“I love you,” he agreed. “I will be back in time for breakfast.”
You kissed the edge of his thumb when he touched your jaw, and only lowered from your elbows after he’d withdrawn.
For a moment, Conall lingered beyond the door, watching you sigh and settle as though the space between your nest and the meeting-cove was as vast a distance as it once was to Perceforest. You curled your arm under your head and heaped your blanket over your shoulder as though the evenness of your breath did not betray how easily you rested; how safe you felt engulfed by the familiar comfort of his scent.
You were his everything, also. No power on earth could keep you separate.
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