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I want you all to take a minute to appreciate the fact that Evie and Carlos play video games together
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dragoneyes618 · 2 years
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The Most Reviled Do-Gooders
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Mal’s Spell Book has a list, titled “The Most Reviled Do-Gooders,” of the heroes that are the most hated on the Isle.
I get the impression that these are the ones listed, as opposed to the multitude of other heroes in Disney, because Mal and Co. happen to live near the villains who opposed them and hear them going on angry tirades about being defeated. Or-don’t a lot of these heroes’ villains teach in school on the Isle?
Fairy Godmother
Ariel
Peter Pan
Cinderella
Prince Charming
Rapunzel
Li Shang
Quasimodo
Pongo
Perdita
Snow White
Belle
Hercules
Pocahontas
Jasmine
Tiana
Prince Eric
Maid Marian
Robin Hood
Beast
Mulan
Aladdin
Why isn’t the Beast the first one listed? He created the Isle where they’re all trapped, after all.
Fairy Godmother tops the list, though.
There’s a lot of married couples on this list. None of whom are listed together.
And of course Cinderella, Rapunzel, Quasimodo, and Snow White are listed. They were raised by villains. They’re seen as traitors.
Looks like some people have been listening to Captain Hook and Ursula and Jafar  and Cruella talk about their enemies.
Come to think of it, don’t most of these names correspond to the list of villains entitled to respect?
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egophiliac · 7 months
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starting off with an amuse-bouche of some of my initial favorite bits! y'all, this update was WILD.
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imma say it;
Ben really reached all the way into the picnic basket for napkins where they were literally on the fucking edge 
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man even put his fucking hand on it!
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BEN MY DUDE JUST TAKE THE FUCKING NAPKIN THATS RIGHT THERE GOD
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ladysophiebeckett · 2 years
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back in season 1 i thought ‘viscount’ was pronounced ‘vi(ss)count’, not ‘v(eye)count’. when i read book 2, i pronounced ‘pall mall’ as ‘paul maul’ (like the american cigarette brand, ‘pall mall’  (long A sound) not ‘p-aal m-aal’ (short A sound, hard L sound). 
yet again, embarrassed by my internal american english pronunciations. 
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realbacchus · 1 year
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I only have 30 or so minutes left of sab season 2 and.... I don't know how I'm feeling. I'm so conflicted
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rayroseu · 4 months
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i just know if baul and lilia were sentient in this dream world, they'll be hyped by this sm‼️ like YESS THAT IS my grandson/apprentice!!! ✨✨✨🙌🙌🔥🔥🔥🔥⚡⚡⚡⚡
also this is truly a dream world,,, even if sebek woke up from malleus' spell and broke away from his own dreamworld, the story still flowed to make his wish come true which is to be a royal guard to briar valley (what he said in book 7.4?)... mal is a persistent gift giver lol
also ik this is inaccurate theres no tail it was an illusion😭 though im glad its drawn like this, really convincing to tell myself thats an actual croc tail 👍👍✨
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krakenattack · 4 months
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Mild spoiler for The Last Graduate ahead, but:
Having just reread the whole series, I love how at odds El and the Scholomance are. Like, El's pessimism is a great way of making your narrator unreliable, since El is sometimes right and sometimes wrong always expecting the worst response from everyone around her(a thought worthy of another entire post), but it becomes very funny once she realizes that part of the problem at school is that she can't do small spells? Like, she spends the whole first book being like 'this school is the devil tempting me to evil, it wants me to become a maleficier, I can't even ask for a simple cleaning spell without getting horrible spells for summoning mortal flames and enslaving an army of people, I hate it', and meanwhile the Scholomance is flipping frantically through its catalogue of spells gathered over thousands of years, desperately trying to find a spell in a language El knows that she can also cast with her affinity for working incredibly large and powerful spells. El's over here driving a bulldozer and saying, 'I would like to build a Jenga tower' and the Scholomance is looking at her with the weary despair of a preschool teacher knowing they're going to be suffering through a temper tantrum soon but unable to stop it.
El, a furious teenager who doesn't know as much as she thinks she does: I don't wanna summon a mortal flame! I want my room clean!
The Scholomance, a giant building that cleans its own hallways, floors, dishes and various and assorted other workings with mortal flame: Why is this child testing me
Also hilarious in retrospect is El's blithe statement in the first book about how no one would ever give her that much mana to do these high volume spells bc mana isn't free or easy to acquire and so the school is clearly telling her to turn maleficier and kill her fellow students all while Orion is humming to himself as he kills mals and dumps oodles and oodles of mana into the New York power sharers.
El "I'd rather die than ask for help" Higgins: I won't do these spells bc no one will give me mana
The Scholomance, as loudly as a building who may or may not be partially sentient and who can't speak human languages: Wow, those sure are some HIGH MANA VOLUME spells you got there! If only there was SOMEONE around who would be able to provide you with a NIGH LIMITLESS FLOW OF MANA so that you'd be able to cast them!
Orion: :)
El: *hisses like a feral cat*
Orion: :(
The Scholomance: oh my freaking god
Hilarious. Top tier humor.
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supercap2319 · 4 months
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"Why don't you tell everyone the present you have for me, Ben?" Um chuckled nervously. After Lumiere reveals a stained glass panel of Y/N and Ben, it seems that Ben was reaching towards it. Almost like he wasn't himself. Uma couldn't have that now could she?
Ben took a few steps towards the stairs, and looked around the room. "I have an announcement!" He declared.
Beast removed his glasses and walked down the stairs towards his son. Ben takes Uma's hand. "Uma will be joining the court tonight as my lady." Uma beams at Y/N as he looks shocked.
"No..." His subjects cried.
Beast gives him a look. "Son..." He began.
"NOT NOW, DAD! I AM NOT DONE YET!" Ben growled in his most beast-like voice. Scarier than his father's. His subjects jump in fear at their King's outburst. Ben groaned as he grabbed his head.
Ben's parents regard him with concerned looks. "Uh, so, as my gift, uh, to her... I'm bringing down the barrier once and for all." Everyone's jaw drops on surprise at that announcement.
On the Isle, Harry Hook watches the announcement on their busted up television set. He grins. "Mateys... We ride with the tide!" They all cheer and whoop. They stomped their feet and clapped their hands. Harry gives Gil a surly look, and locks lips with him in a heated and passionate kiss. Their time has finally come.
On the ship, Y/N, his sister, and their friends trade stunned looks. "Fairy Godmother." She turns to Ben. "Bring down the barrier." She gripped her wand tightly. "I most certainly will not."
"I AM YOUR KING! YOU SERVE ME!" Ben said.
"Obey him." Uma said.
"Ben's been spelled, Y/N." Mal whispered.
"Uma must have found your spell book." Evie said.
"You must have dropped it back on the Isle. We have to break it." Y/N said.
"The reverse spell. We can say it together." Mal grabbed her brother's hand as her eyes glowed a brilliant green. Y/N's eyes glowed red and his hair was set ablaze. "Repeat after me: Host soul reject the poison possession. Let love's light end this cruel obsession."
"Host soul reject the poison possession. Let love's light end this cruel obsession."
They cast the reverse spell, but nothing happened. "I don't understand. That spell should have worked."
Evie put a hand on Y/N's shoulder. "I think you're going to need the strongest of magic to save, Ben. True love."
"True love's kiss can break any spell or curse." Y/N nods. He takes a step towards Ben and Uma, ready to spill his guts in front of everyone. Hopefully, it's enough to save Ben.
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So, I was tipped off a while ago by a post that’s probably still in my queue (I have a long reblog queue u_u;; ) that a few words were changed in the US edition of Monstrous Regiment. As it’s my favourite Discworld book, and I’d only ever read the US edition, I tracked down a second-hand UK first edition online and had a re-read as soon as it came, with my battered old US edition next to me so I could check when anything pinged me as ‘off’. Here’s what I found, not counting minor UK->US spelling changes like turning “girlie” into “girly”.
(There may be more that I missed, I didn’t have both copies open the whole time, but I’m pretty familiar with this book. As my sister teased me about when I mentioned I’d done this comparison, I did have it in my bed for several years as a teenager so I could reread it whenever my insomnia was hitting particularly hard.)
Spoilers from here on out, of course.
The first two are just kind of pointless? Changing “coprolite” to “coprolith”, which is just a less common word for the exact same thing, and changing “riff-riff-raff” to “riffraff” feels like they forgot Jackrum was playing drunk in that scene. Whatever. These don’t bother me.
There are a few UK->US type changes in the next one (“wooly vest” to “woolen undershirt”) which similarly feel pointless to me, but what really gets my goat is the last word. “The man’s bare chests,” plural, being changed to “the man’s bare chest”. Because that’s foreshadowing, but it’s not a giveaway, because on a heavier (cis) guy they do hang separate. It’s a nice little touch, and they took it out.
The next one is the one I’d been tipped off to, and it’s the change I’m the most annoyed about. “Turned her chair to the fire/around him the kitchen worked” -> “turned her chair to the fire/around her the kitchen worked.” I’m sure whatever editor changed it didn’t do so with any kind of malice or agenda, they just weren’t paying enough attention and thought they were fixing a continuity mistake, but it’s just such beautiful writing that they removed.
Because they’ve just had this incredible, delicate, vulnerable conversation about the girl Jackrum left behind him, and that that girl was him, and that he has a son out in Scratz and he doesn’t know what to do now that he’s leaving the army. Polly cries. And it’s Polly who suggests that he really can remain Jack Jackrum, he can go back to his son in medals and braid and be his father, and Jack gets to really settle in to the idea that he can be happy that way. Both those pronouns being “her” doesn’t feel wrong, necessarily; I always read it as Polly processing. But the switch between the two sentences is so beautiful. It’s a gentle closing of the conversation, it’s that girl being fully put behind him, and Sergeant Major Jack Jackrum (retired) getting to go on with his life.
The last one is just… odd. Inexplicable, and it’s the hardest to explain as just an editorial accident. They added a word that specifies something that was not previously specified. “One of them was Maladicta, in full uniform” becomes “one of them was Maladicta, in full female uniform.” I was thinking about it on this reread, and Mal is the only member of the squad who wasn’t publically outed at the Keep. Mal wasn’t involved in the actual raid— too busy gibbering and sucking on a sack of coffee beans— and at the trial Mal kind of stood in the back vibrating from caffeine overdose. Even Jackrum said “with vampires, who cares”. Only Polly knows about Maladicta.
And what that means is that Mal is the only member of the squad who could reasonably remain presenting as male in the army. Polly encourages a couple of young recruits in the very end that it’s their choice to enlist as men or as women, with Mal right beside her, and I think the original ambiguity there is really lovely— it doesn’t matter if Mal has an ‘a’ on the end at the moment, because Mal is there to help Polly fuck shit up, and that’s what matters. By adding the specificity, they just… took away a really nice bit of subtext, a really nice effect.
So yeah, I’m ticked off as a queer person about the (minor) subversion of the book’s general gender fuckery, but I’m almost more ticked off as a writer. Pratchett was so talented, and we talk about it a lot on a large scale of themes and motifs and characters, but he was also just so fantastic on a sentence to sentence level. This is craft! This is really beautiful, delicate writing, elegantly put together and perfected, and some US editors just. Took out some of it. And it’s still an incredible book! As I mentioned, I had it in my bed for years as a teenager so I could reread it over and over, it means a ton to me, it’s my favourite of his work and I love his work! But it hurts to see these little places where it was originally even better.
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intern-seraph · 7 months
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as he falls from the sky
You manage to hold on to consciousness despite the powerful magic coaxing you into sleep. Malleus resolves to tire you out, himself.
(originally posted on ao3)
this one was written after malleus' actual ob happened in book 7 lol; title from That Unwanted Animal by The Amazing Devil
ik that u should be asleep in this scenario but just like. assume porn logic or whatever ok??? mayb being completely non-magical makes u resistant to mal's sleep spell or sth idk!!!
PLEASE heed the warnings!
CWs: mutually dubious consent, overblot smut, angst+smut, bondage, inappropriate use of vines, fem!reader, mild blood, non-human genitalia, malleus draconia has 2 penises, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, possessive behavior, crying, biting
“Malleus…” You struggle to speak, eyelids drifting open and closed. “You’re…” Your mouth tastes bitter and metallic. It’s taking everything in you to fight against the magical sleep, and your digits are starting to feel tingly and numb. The effort makes your head pound. A tiny cry of pain escapes you. In a heartbeat, Malleus scoops you up into his arms.
“Oh, my darling, don’t fight it. You’ll only hurt yourself.” He hushes you, his voice soft and tender despite the ink oozing from his eyes and mouth. One hand rises to cup your cheek and wipe away your tears. He leaves behind a chilly smear of ink. “Your resilience is admirable… but it is time to accept my gift.”
You sob, your fingers curling weakly into his cape. “N-no. You’ll… you’ll get hurt…”
He sighs and shakes his head as if chastising an obstinate child. With long, graceful strides, he moves through the thorny vines and sleeping bodies littering the path to the throne. Malleus cradles you in his lap, humming to himself as he settles in. The tune is uncanny — some part of you recognizes it, but it’s far enough removed from that familiarity to make your stomach turn. “Nothing here can hurt me,” he says abruptly. “You have nothing to fear.”
“You,” is all you manage to say. His electric green eyes widen before lidding heavily as he laughs.
“No, not even myself. I am entirely in control.”
You squirm in his arms. “No!” Another sob. "Listen to me!"
"Shh… it's alright, it's alright. Just close your eyes for me."
"Malleus!"
He seems genuinely harrowed by your scream. You see his jaw tense. "So you refuse to sleep. Then I will tire you out, myself." The oppressive aura surrounding him grows heavier. Around you, more thorny vines slither up the sides of the throne. They begin to curl around your body, gently tugging your arms behind your back and winding around your thighs. The thorns don’t pierce your skin, only plucking tauntingly as you keep squirming. “Be still.”
A gentle hand comes up to cup your cheek. Despite yourself, you lean your head into his palm. The warped affection in his eyes makes your chest hurt, and you sniffle weakly. He leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours. You can feel the imprint of his scales, cool and smooth against your clammy skin. With a dreamy sigh, he leans in and kisses you. His pace is slow, languid, sensual. Deep in your chest, you moan. Soon, you’re returning the kiss. Your arms strain against the vines, aching to touch him.
“There we go, that’s my good girl,” Malleus coos. A shudder rolls down your spine, and you throw your head back as he kisses along your jaw all the way down your neck. His lashes flutter against your skin. Then, hand steadying himself on your thigh, his mouth drags open so he may take your throat in his fangs. Your breath stills. When he bites down, it’s with that same agonizing slowness. Pain takes you. You spasm, screaming, but the vines hold you fast and his teeth only immobilize you further.
After a long few minutes, he releases your throat to lick plaintively at the bleeding puncture wounds left behind. You can’t stop shivering. You make a tiny, broken noise.
“I must apologize, my love. I didn’t want to hurt you, but…” His voice deepens to a growl, and the madness in his glowing eyes sparks to life. “Understand that I am only doing what’s best. My mark will protect you. My gift will preserve you. Accept it. Accept me.” One hand slides down to your waistband. He shoves his fingers under your underwear and runs them through your lower lips. Your hips buck against the vines binding them as you yelp. “Oh, my darling, if you want me this badly, you may have me. And then… then, you will sleep. I’ll be sure to satisfy you completely. You will only have the loveliest dreams. Sssso wet for me… you undersssstand, don't you? Why I musssst keep you? Why you cannot leave me? Precioussss, ssssweet human." His tongue flicks out between his lips, long and serpentine. His hisses fan out over your stinging wounds and the cool air makes you shudder. Beneath your trousers, his fingers prod at your hole and tease you open. He's right: you're dripping wet, shame trickling down your body in little beads of sweat just the same as the pre making your underwear damp and uncomfortable. You grind your teeth against your moans as he begins to fuck you on his fingers. You should be focused on saving him, not —
“Ma… ahn… Malleus!” You throw your head back as you come. You can’t shy away from his persistent thrusts, nor can you roll your hips into his overstimulating touch. It’s painful in a way you can’t help but want more of. You whimper, thrashing in your binds.
“Still not tired out… I see.” His fingers leave you, and you go limp as you catch your breath. Malleus hums in contemplation before he brushes his fingers against your hips. Suddenly, you’re naked. The thorns prick at your newly-bare skin. Groaning, the vines begin to shift you around until you straddle his lap. Beneath you, his cocks brush against your naked thighs — when did he take them out?
“We can’t,” you rasp out. You don’t sound convincing even to yourself. “Y-you’re not all here, and… oh…”
The head of one cock butts up against your hole. He coos at you, the noise soft and birdlike. His knuckles brush the curve of your jaw. “Shhh… let me take care of you, my love.”
You whine. Tears bead along your lashes and drip down your face, smearing through the ink he’d left behind earlier. Gently, he eases you down, continuing to coo and stroke along your jawline. For a moment, as you approach the thickest part of his cock, your breath hitches in your throat. His hips surge up to sheathe himself fully, and you release that breath in a moan. Malleus snarls, smothering the sound as he mashes his lips against yours. One hand seizes your hip while the other settles between your thighs; his long fingers stroke your clit with a jarring gentleness in comparison to the rapid, rhythmless pace he immediately sets. You’re helpless in his grasp. All you can do is squirm and moan and kiss him back as he fucks your hole.
“I love you,” he pants. His claws dig into the meat of your hips as his thrusts become more frantic. “I love you sssso much, don’t you… hah… don’t you undersssstand? I jusssst want to… keep you…” One more thrust; his hips surge up to be flush with yours. You can feel his cocks pulsing as he comes, filling your cunt and splattering on your stomach. His fingers dart down to your clit, and you’re quick to follow him with a whimper. Panting, Malleus looks up at you with glazed eyes. “Forever. You are mine forever.”
The vines surrounding you retreat. You collapse onto Malleus’ lap, thoroughly exhausted. He cradles you in his arms and strokes your sweaty skin. With a snap of his fingers, the filth covering both of you vanishes — you don’t miss how more ink flows from his tear ducts. You reach up with a tremulous hand to wipe at the ink with your thumb but only succeed at smearing it further. “Please,” you whisper. “You need to wake up.”
His smile saddens. He presses his face into the crown of your head, inhaling deeply. In the wake of his fingers’ exploration of your body, a black silk nightgown drapes over you. It’s cool and sleek against your skin, and you shiver and sigh. You feel his lips curve into a gentle smile. “No, my dear. I don’t need to wake up. You need to rest. Aren’t you tired?”
You are.
“Will you accept my gift now, my dear?”
What other choice do you have?
The thorns creep up around the throne. Roses blossom along the curling vines. Malleus reaches out and plucks a blood-red rose, then tucks it behind your ear. It hurts to resist the cloying pull of his magic. The scent of roses grows overwhelming. You let your eyelids droop shut. “Sleep. I will grant you the most wonderful dream.”
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Maleficent and Mal: „A Villain's lair must be dark and dank.“
Uma: „Ok, but?? Fairy lights??“
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dragoneyes618 · 2 years
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Villains Entitled To Respect
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Mal’s Spell Book has a list of villains called “Those Entitled To Respect,” villains who warrant respect (respect can also mean fear or wariness, no?). I would have thought that it was written by Maleficent, as she ruled the Isle and encountered its politics, but her name is on the list. The villains to be respected are:
Maleficent
Mother Gothel
The Evil Queen
Shan Yu
Claude Frollo
Lady Tremaine
Jafar
Chernabog
Governor Ratcliffe
Madame Medusa
Ursula the Sea Witch
Gaston
Scar
Stromboli
Big Bad Wolf
Aunt Sarah
Prince John
Hads
Cruella de Vil
Captain Hook
Amos Slade
Kaa
Shere Khan
Hey, don’t these names pretty much match up to the list of those most reviled on the Isle?
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descendants-brat · 2 months
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The Villain was Mal: The century long Did I mention debate.
To this day Audrey and Ben are being pitted against each other in the Did I mention scene when neither of them were at fault.
Ben was the direct victim, he was unable to control his actions and did something he wouldn't even had done had he not been drugged and NOBODY out of all the people who knew him for years found this out of character or stood up for him. They didn't pull him aside afterwards to ask what the hell he was doing or if he was okay, knowing he was pretty much completely unprotected from magic and the VK girly is walking around with a spell book.
Audrey was the indirect victim, she was publicly humiliated by her boyfriend and watched people she was friends with cheer him on and the girl he's doing this with is the daughter of your family's enemy. You were visibly destressed and the same thing with Ben, nobody cares, nobody asks. So you do the only thing you can do to try and save face and find another date. She's got her heartbroken, she'd probably feel more humiliated even trying to ask Ben about it and it doesn't help all of her friends are cheering them on. She at this point doesn't even know what was really going on.
Ben ends up in this borderline abusive relationship where he's afraid to say no to his girlfriend/fiance and everyone including his parents holds her opinion of more value than his as king. Whenever he's being abused by magic, which happens in all three movies nobody (D1-D2) Sticks up for him they either don't care or blame him for actions he had no control over.
Audrey is shunned from Auardon and is blamed by her family for failing to secure the king as if they didn't have a genuine relationship and she doesn't have feelings. She falls into a depression and has fallen behind in school and questions her self worth because all of the people who were her friends or looked at her in awe were now asking "What is she doing here?" for showing up to a birthday party that in any other circumstances she would've been invited. How was she not supposed to tie her self worth in dating Ben when people started treating her like a waste of space when she wasn't with him?
In conclusion, after years we need to realize that this situation was neither of their faults, they had been used and manipulated in a plan that was barely undone because nothing was every clarified between the two. The ending of their relationship was forced onto them and consequently the destruction of any friendship they could've had. I don't want to be like "blame it all on Mal" but if we're going back and forth between blaming Ben and Audrey, then yes we need to blame Mal. She created the direct situation for it to happen, benefited from it entirely, lied about what actually happened (saying she spelled Ben for love) and she herself never tried to make amends or actually explain the situation. Mal spelled him taking away his right of action and she clearly wasn't sorry about what happened to Audrey because she insults her right after the did I mention scene when at this point she doesn't know anything about her. She further in my opinions shows a lack of actual remorse when she continues to try and spell Ben later on and when she gives up on magic gaslights him into doing what she wants (she doesn't take no for an answer.) (That's a whole different conversation but okay Mal, Audrey is the shallow one and Evie is better even though everybody knew Evie was only interested in Chad because he was a prince.)
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bonefall · 4 months
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Hi there, as an epileptic person I’m so happy to see your changes to Shadowsight’s character (I was SO disappointed that they removed his seizures!) and that you have a whole section dedicated to it in the medicines overview! It means so much to me to have such genuine representation. The only little note I have is that the technical term for a grand-mal seizure is “tonic-clonic,” not clonic-tonic! Other than that you have some really great and well-researched information ^^
Oh shoot, I didn't realize the order was important! Can you tell me why it should be tonic-clonic and spelling it as clonic-tonic should be avoided, so I can share?
With Shadowsight and Sorreltail, I did my research by looking at educational not-for-profits and trying to make sure to listen to firsthand accounts of what it's like to have it, so that the portrayal was more based in life than medical journals. I'm pretty sure I have an old post floating around somewhere with a bunch of sources and links, in addition to the herb guide you saw.
It really is such a shame they did that with Shadowsight specifically :/ you're not the first to pass through thanking me for putting his epilepsy back. I was recently revisiting the earlier books of TBC to answer an ask (ballooned into an essay) and, man, seeing all the setup, with what I know now, utterly wasted is just devastating.
What I mean is, in Book 1, they're describing his auras from his perspective and how there IS a difference between his seizure-visions and his Ashfur-visions. They're establishing that he DID always have epilepsy, it's just ASHFUR that's new. That was a MAJOR hint that something was wrong! The epilepsy was always part of him, but the possessions weren't!
But then, in Book 4, the team unceremoniously decides that no, it was Ashfur all along. Even the seizures. GoodBYE epilepsy! It was literally just a magic spirit.
Though the "seizures give visions" trope is a bit problematic on its own (like "Blind Seer"), I feel like it's even worse to set up representation, and then just yank it away midway through an arc. Like they couldn't just have him lose the visions but keep the seizures.
Frustrating. But, well, this is MY kitchen and I get to decide the disability rep.
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endollvors · 4 months
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Taking a Propaganda
Propaganda is definitely a thing. It's been covered before, probably more throughly, that the Auradon sponsored Posters and Television channels on the Isle are, kinda wack. Like, that's a section of the budget that's being used judiciously when the main source of food is canonically garbage.
Consider also, the way that Mal, is framed in news footage in Descendants 2. (Rags to riches success story. Aspirational, A triumph of Auradon, look at her now. She's an example. etc.)
VK day in D3 being a holiday. The fact that the applications are Collected the same day as the children are Selected.
That's not what we're here for though. I'm taking you on a journey.
Ok, so School of Secrets, the promotional youtube shorts, not the book series, is I think, technically canon. It's canon the same way a guest passed out in the laundry room at a house party is still attending. They're a minute long and they fascinate me.
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This is a screenshot from Episode 9. Where PC culture cancels the school play, (Weird series) which was Supposed to be an adaptation of What's that Spell? a stage dramatization of Maleficent's attack on Aurora's kingdom. Other provided options are 12 Angry Dalmatians, Book of Sultan, and 7 Brides for 7 Dwarfs before they settle on My Fair Lady and the Tramp. May I just say before I get going, fun puns. I would watch the hell out of Tramp's Pygmalion arc.
This begs an interesting question though. Because this isn't, in the world of the series, fiction. Not only are all the plays about a terrible thing that happened, they are about terrible things that happened within living memory to specifically the parents of these kids' peers. Things that caused so much damage that a Generational Prison Island was considered a proportional response and it's an incredibly unpopular policy decision to want to change that. Now, imagine for a moment, being a parent, and going to see your darling pumpkin be an extra in the school play, and then its about how your best friend's stepmother tried to get her killed when she was 14, and also you're a character. Your kid didn't get the role.
They do this twice a year.
Twice a year, the AKs go on stage to replay their parents' story and celebrate the overthrow of a villain. This is some 9/11 Never Forget shit.
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