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quilliantheenby · 6 months
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Again asking if there’s a fandom for Serena Valentino’s villain books anyways I am dropping this and running
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TO BE CLEAR: I am NOT claiming that this other game (Ikemen Villains) is a "rip-off" of TWST; I'm pointing out parallels between them because I think it's entertaining to see how different games interpret the same or similar fairy tales.
Please also note that although nothing I say in this post is explicit, IkeVil itself is designated as 17+ and contains dark content. If you decide you want to try the game out for yourself, BE AWARE OF THE AGE RATING AND TRIGGER WARNINGS.
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ARE THESE NOT JUST J WORD IN A BLACK WIG AND CONTACTS (the last one looks like a blend of Jade's sus face + Idia's sus face) 😭 His face looks so similar… and they're both "attendant" characters that act polite but are more manipulative than they appear at first glance... (although Alfons has Floyd's hedonism rather that Jade's restraint!)
More of my first impressions of the characters of IkeVil below the cut!! Again, there's nothing explicit, I just wanted to keep this post not too bulky.
And not just him (Alfons) either, ashldbiasydefpaei there's a Trey-lookalike and a Silver pre-hair color change in the same game! Roger has a rifle and is cursed by Snow White's huntsman, so I joke that he's Rook and Trey's test tube baby... and Elbert has Vil's keen eye and desire for what is beautiful!
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There are also characters that don't look like an TWST ones, but definitely have personalities that remind me of a few! For example, Liam's laid-back affability is Che'nya and Chenya Cater-esque, Jude speaks in a gruff but aristocratic manner like Leona but is a tough businessman like Azul, and Ellis seems like a mix of Malleus's obsession with happy endings + Idia's gloomy demeanor…? No clue if he actually is gloomy or not, he just gives me gloomy vibes.
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Victor is Crowley-adjacent! Like they're both overseeing this group of powerful men with magic so you'd think they're serious types--but they aren't. They're silly and use their own skills to do frivolous things like doing magic tricks or making cake fancier. They also both seem to be hiding a secret...
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Harrison doesn't remind me of anyone in particular, though I do see little bits of our typical "lying" characters in him. He has the chill of a Che'nya but also Floyd's flippancy and lies as easily as like... I don't know, Cater?? Not sure on this one.
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abfhbyoafvadpiadgo OKAY OKAY BUT THE FUNNIEST ONE TO ME IS WILLIAM BECAUSE HE'S "THE QUEEN OF HEARTS" CHARACTER... Most of the time when you have a character with this inspiration, they're controlling and easily angered (*stares at Riddle*), but William is NOTHING like that???? In fact, he's got a strong sense of justice and often encourages others to be honest and to act freely, even if it means disregarding the rules. Every time William opens his mouth... I picture Riddle shrieking and sobbing/j
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starsha-stardust · 6 months
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more artbook pages 💜
Magnifico's castle:
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Some pages about the artwork:
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happy-emmdings · 1 year
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It was so sexy of J. M. Barrie to describe Captain Hook like that. What color are his eyes? Forget-me-not and profound melancholy. Correct.
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aliensthegreat · 4 months
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Not a soul on this planet is able to convince me that these two are the same guy
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Let's try this again... I didn't include a few of the more iconic songs in the last poll. Yes, it's all on me, I forgot some of the songs from the movies I didn't watch that much growing up. I have since done my research and am back to try this again.
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archiveofillustration · 4 months
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Disney Villains: Maleficent covers by Rebeca Puebla
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king-crawler · 5 months
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The Disney villain book i ordered 3 weeks ago finally came and the sleeve was oily and chafed but at least I get the fabled single paragraph of King Candy insight
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this is truly a game changer
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And ralf
[TEXT DESCRIPTION BELOW]
Page 166: Disney Villains: Delightfully Evil.
KING CANDY - WRECK-IT RALPH.
RELEASE DATE: November 2, 2012.
DIRECTOR: Rich Moore.
VOICE TALENT: Alan Tudyk.
ANIMATOR: Zach Parrish.
"Everyone should have known with a pass code like UP, UP, DOWN, DOWN, LEFT, RIGHT, LEFT, RIGHT, B, A, START that this sugary-sweet king was not on the up-and-up. Who in the gaming world doesn't know that cheat code?! King Candy is the ruler of Sugar Rush, a video game made of everything sweet to eat, or as a wise Wreck- It Ralph sees it, a "candy-coated heart of darkness.' " But Sugar Rush was not always such a dark place; it was once a happy kingdom where Princess Vanellope von Schweetz ruled until an evil racer from a game called Turbo Time messed with her code and took her game for his own. The biggest shock? King Candy and that villainous racer known as Turbo are one and the same. Alan Tudyk, the voice of King Candy, said he had imagined King Candy to be a much bigger character, size-wise, and found it really funny that he was actually such a small man."
“Portrait of King Candy. Artist: Clay Loftis. Medium: Digital."
“Final Frames of Turbo from Wreck-It Ralph (2012)”
"Concept art of Turbo. Artist: Jim Kim. Medium: digital."
Page 184: Disney Villains: Delightfully Evil.
WRECK-IT RALPH - Wreck-It Ralph.
RELEASE DATE: November 2, 2012.
DIRECTOR: Rich Moore.
VOICE TALENT: John C. Reilly
ANIMATOR: Nik Ranieri
“Wreck-It Ralph is a "bad guy" who has been forced to spend every day for the last thirty years trying to destroy the apartment building that took his home away and to thwart Fix-It Felix from fixing everything Ralph wrecks. After "wrecking" the thirtieth anniversary celebration of his game, Ralph decides to go on a quest to earn a medal and prove to everyone, including himself, that he can be a good guy and do good things. In an interview with the Los Angeles Times, director Rich Moore said that the idea for Wreck-It Ralph came when he was asked by Walt Disney Animation Studios to revamp an idea they had been working on for a while: a movie that takes place in a video game. "Video game characters do the same job every day," said Moore. "I don't know how you could tell a story about that, and then it kind of hits me. ... What if the main character did not like his job? If you had a character who is actually wondering: Is this all there is to life?" "
Concept Art of Vanellope and Ralph. Artist: Bill Schwab. Medium: digital.
Page 185: Disney Villains: Delightfully Evil.
Story sketches of Ralph. Artist: Jim Kim. Medium: Graphite
Final character pose of Ralph.
Final frame of ralph with the Bad-Anon support group from Wreck-It Ralph, 2012.
“Bad-Anon-One Game at a Time
"I'm bad, and that's good. I will never be good, and that's not bad. There's no one I'd rather be than me."
-The Bad Guy Affirmation
Evervone needs a little help from their friends, even if their friends are a group of "bad guys." Bad-Anon is a place where the who's who of gaming bad guys can meet and talk about their feelings and what it is like to always be the one everyone loves to beat. Here are some of the familiar faces from the video games of the 1980s and 1990s.”
Bowser--King Koopa from Super Mario Bros.
Clyde--Ghost from Pac-Man.
Dr. Robotnik- -as himself from Sonic the Hedgehog.
Kano--as himself from Mortal Kombat.
M. Bison--as himself from Street Fighter.
Neff-as himself from Altered Beast.
Zangief-Red Cyclone from the Street Fighter series.
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dolls-self-ships · 11 months
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HE'S SO SILLY
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I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM
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lovesoflauryn · 8 months
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How book 5 is going…
If you want to watch my Playthrough:
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dragoneyes618 · 9 months
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What I'd want to see is Frollo and Gaston interacting here. Wouldn't Frollo consider this gluttony?
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triple-pupil · 13 days
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Hello, shippers.
Do you want a hella complicated ship?
A ship with so much hate between the parties it's unbearable?
A ship where the characters desire to destroy each other to a fault, but meanwhile they'll go and have way more tension than they should?
I present...
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This pair of weirdos.
Because seriously, WHY DOES THIS SCENE HAVE THIS WEIRD TENSION????
AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO SEES IT?????
IT'S BLINDING
FUCK ALREADY, KILL EACH OTHER, DO SOMETHING ALREADY
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princess-ibri · 9 months
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Art (click for better quality) and "Prologue" for a hypothetical book on Grimhilde's backstory. Basically, if Disney had hired me to write the Villains series, here's how I would have tackled the story that started it all:
Prologue
She was seven years old when first she saw the Mirror. 
She was meant to be in the nursery, playing with her dolls or practicing her sewing, perhaps throwing crumbs to the doves that clustered on the window-sills like piles of fluffy shifting snow in the summertime. 
But she had not wanted to do any of those things.She wanted to go down to the stables, and peer in at the beautiful creature that now lived there. A fine young colt, jet black but for a white star set perfectly in the center of it's brow. It had been a gift  from some visiting noble seeking to court favor with the young future heir.
A gift meant for her brother. 
She had not received any such a fine gift. She had received a doll. Pretty and poised in its pink and white perfection, and taken from a pile of gifts meant for his own daughter. A trifle to appease a princess the nobleman had forgotten even existed. 
 And though she was only a child still, and could not yet ride and did not even know she had wanted to ride, until she had seen this beautiful creature, the slight had stung, and burrowed deep.
It was her first experience with envy. And with hate.
She loved her brother of course. He was her twin, her confidant and her only friend. Dolls and puppies and even ponies did not count. Certainly not the silly nursery maids who went around cooing as if they were an oversized flock of doves themselves. She could not talk to any of them and expect them to talk sense back. But though she loved him, she also now envied him. Deeply. 
And she hated the nobleman for putting the envy in her heart. For not seeing her as just as worthy of such a prize. For not thinking of her at all beyond that she was a girl and a princess and so a doll was perfectly acceptable to give. She hated him with all the pure burning heat of a first hate. Passionate and Consuming.  
 And it was this burning, white hot hate that made her slip from the nursery, down the long corridors and up the winding stair, to ask Nanny for a curse. 
"A curse duckie? What sort of curse now? And for whom? How strong a curse? How long a curse? Ye must think these things through my dearie."  
She told Nanny, her small fists shaking as she spoke, of the preening nobleman, courting her brother's favor. Of the black horse with the star on its brow. Of her jealousy. Of her hate. How she would caste such a curse on him that it would hound him till the ends of the earth, if she only knew how.
Nanny's high rattling cackle echoed around the tower room, sending the spiders in the eaves above scurrying frantically about. 
"Oh duckie, ye have the spark to cast one, that ye do. I can see it burning' in your dear little eyes. Your mother hasn't that, though she has the cold heart for it. She's always had to rely on dear old Nanny Hex, and the Mirror of course. Well you come along with old Nanny then, come along now, and let's see what mischief we two can do."
Nanny Hex was not her nanny, not the one who watched over her and her brother in the nursery, a tall stern woman who made sure they ate their meals without staining and played only with appropriate decorum, as befitted a prince and princess.
Nor did she wear a large white cap and spectacles like her nursery nanny did. Nanny Hex's hat was tall and black, with a large shiny buckle, silver like the moon. Her eyes were large and slightly crooked, so any spectacles that tried to sit upon her already slanted nose would have had their work cut out for them. She was small and hunched, with one limping foot, which she alleviated by use of a walking stick nearly as gnarled as the hands that held it.
She did not know how old Nanny was. Old enough that she had been her mother's nanny in truth, raising the young princess from infancy to womanhood. But she had been old then as well, if the whispers of the court were to be believed. 
Those who were less foolish in their gossip spoke of the magnanimity of Queen Richilde, to take such care of her old nurse in her dotage as to allow her chambers within the palace itself. 
The less prudent would scoff over the Queen's favor towards 'such a wizened and ghastly old crone'.
Such as these never lasted long at court, and misfortune seemed to follow them into their exiles as well. Nanny, for all her years, still had a sharp ear, and a long reach.
It was Nanny who had taught her mother how to use the Mirror. Gazing into its depths to outwit the suitors who came to try and win Richilde's hand when her father, wearying of her reluctance to wed, had offered it in contest.
Ninety and nine men had tried and failed to win her, each one discovered and undone with the aid of the Mirror's all knowing gaze. 
The last, the man who had fathered her and her brother, had succeeded only through magical aid of his own. He had tried his hand at the contest only to avenge the two brothers who had failed before him. But one look at Richilde's face, and he had fallen in love as one falls to a fever, or madness. And he had adored her until the day he died; the day after she and her brother had been born.
A hunting accident, they said. Her grandfather passed soon after, a fever. Her mother had ruled alone ever since. 
She had heard the story many times, from nurses, but they had spoken only of her father's side of the tale. Of his cleverness, of the fox and bird and fish that had aided him in winning her mother's hand. They knew nothing of the Mirror.
Of that, she had learned from Nanny, in whispers and promises. Promises she had made to her mother long ago. Promises that now, it seemed, would be fulfilled.
The Mirror stood in the highest part of Nanny's tower, in the center of a wide room encircled by wide windows, looking out over the city and the forests beyond. 
It was a large, bejeweled thing. Taller than her, taller than Nanny, a golden oval formed from the bodies of two filigreed snakes, mouths open in agony. Upon the apex of the oval was the gleaming design of a crown, backed by the fan of a peacock's tail, inlaid with pearls and lapis lazuli. The royal insignia of her house, standing proudly above the serpents which symbolized the land her ancestors had conquered. 
But the Mirror itself was dark, an empty expanse like a great pit. No light reflected from it; indeed it seemed to draw the light from the windows into itself, rendering the room the appearance of shadow even now, in the heat of the day  She could see no reflection of herself in it at first; it wavered into being, as if coming from far away, from the depths of the world. 
"You stand before it now, duckie, and tell it who you are and what you want. Call and ask it in this wise now"
And Nanny told her what to say, and do.
She stood before the Mirror, looking at her reflection, small yet clear. She had her mother's dark hair and pale complexion, made even paler in this noon-day twilight. Her eyes, green as emeralds, were her father's people said. Those eyes now flashed with an inner light, an expectation of what was about to come, as she lifted her arms high above her head, and spoke.
"Slave in the magic mirror, come from the farthest space, through wind and darkness I summon thee. Speak! Let me see thy face."
There came first wind, whipping her hair about her head so that it looked like a writhing of black snakes. Though not a tree outside the tower was seen to move.
Then there came the crack of thunder, and the flash of lightning, illuminating the dark room and casting shadows black as pitch upon the walls. Though the sky outside the tower remained clear and blue.
At last, there came fire. Fire from within the void of the mirror itself, a crackling blaze that licked about the edges of the glass, as if seeking escape into the room beyond.
And then--there was a face. 
Grotesque, pale green like a corpse pulled from a long repose within dark water. It was wreathed in smoke, empty eyes and mouth that gapped with the void surrounding it. When it spoke, the voice echoed as if coming up from some deep and empty chasm.
"Who is it who summons me?" 
She stood as one frozen, fear and wondering warring within her as she gazed upon the face. The fire of hatred that had brought her here began to quench before the reality of this moment, this thing before her, this creature that was nothing of the mortal realm she walked and played in, but a thing infernal, with the power to shatter her to bits if it wished, and kept from doing so only by a thin plane of glass.  
She no longer wished to gain her petty vengeance. She wanted to flee. Back down the winding stair, back down the corridors, back to her nursery and the sunlight and even the incipit pink and white doll. Away away away from this being she could feel in her very bones was anathema to all that was humanity.  
But she could not move. Fear held her fast. And Nanny's hand on her shoulder held her faster still.
"Now then dearie, speak your name" Nanny said, in a tone that brooked no argument. "Speak your name, and ask how to gain your prize. Ye cannot but ask now."
She wet her lips, willing her voice to firmness, to the power of command she had oft heard within her mother's voice. She imagined herself as her mother, standing proud and erect. A queen no one could ever ignore, a queen worth the lives of one hundred men. 
"I am" she said, "The Princess Grimhilde von Brangomar, daughter of Richilde von Brangomar, Conquer Queen of Shi-Tan."
"What wouldst thou know, o daughter of my queen? Ask, and I shall tell it thee"
She stood straight, summoning up the hatred that had brought her here, to this place, this moment. She had the sense that after this question, nothing in her life would again be the same. 
"Mirror, Mirror, on the wall--how may I make my enemy fall?" 
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12freddofrogs · 4 months
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Look, I didn't actually hate the new Wish movie. I didn't love it, either, but I didn't hate it. Some of the songs were catchy, the more subtle easter eggs were fun to recognise, there was some fun ideas in the magic system.
The thing was, the story had bones in there to be really good, and they missed it. I'm not even necessarily talking about the original concept, about the Star being humanoid (although that would have helped a lot - not even necessarily as Asha's love interest, just that it would have made the Star an actual character instead of a prop). I think what annoyed me more was King Magnifico being set up as well intentioned, and then that was completely forgotten.
He was sympathetic. His goal was to keep his kingdom from burning down. He was traumatised and trying not to let history repeat. And then the movie even went out of its way to inform us that the book - the book he only opened out of desperation - was corrupting, that it was a direct result of a curse that Magnifico was getting crueller, that this curse was permanent, and just... forget about it. Whoops, villain is defeated, toss him in the dungeon without a further thought.
Instead, you know what I think would have done wonders for making the plot more cohesive and fitting together the themes, plus actually tying together that whole "A wish is the most powerful magic!" lore, and even giving what should have been a protagonist but was kinda just a torch a real, actual scene?
Have Star grant Magnifico's first, truest wish.
Not directly, click his fingers fix it. That's against the theme of working for your wish. But have Star pull out of the pile of wishes the one that Magnifico made twenty, thirty years ago when he first pulled up on this little island and put down the first bricks. The wish that no magician, no evil would ever harm this kingdom.
And then, while Magnifico is frozen, staring at his own wish for something more, he looks at the green flames around him and actually, honestly sees them.
They said that curse was unbreakable, but they also said that a wish is the most powerful magic that exists, and this is a star that came down solely to grant it. The wish glows brighter, the green stretches for them, but Star is there and the wish wins. Curse breaks. The world glows again, and there's just a king, collapsed and human again, and Asha is the only one willing to sit next to him as he stares at his kingdom.
And then, just to properly tie the movie back to the beginning, Asha gets the job as the apprentice that she'd been interviewing for. She can keep the wand, sure, fine, but what she needs is to actually study. Her new wish is to be able to help people make their wishes come true, and neither the stars nor the king are going to click their fingers and make that happen for her. Magic takes years to learn, but it turns out Magnifico is actually a pretty good teacher.
If you wanted to finish the movie on her 18th birthday that got mentioned several times as upcoming but never became relevant, that would be thematic. Maybe she makes the wish in private, glowing, pulls it out of her chest to see herself as a fairy godmother, before she puts the wish back into her chest to go back and work on making it real.
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gringadano · 1 month
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I love this movie!!!!
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island-in-ignorance · 6 months
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"Not everyone who looks like a hero is a hero. And not everyone who looks like a monster is a monster" is a line that goes SO HARD and also reminds me of the line from Vicious
"Plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of monsters knew how to play at being human.”
And it is an UTTER delight of mine to connect lines from Rick Riordan (childhood favorite author) to V.E Schwab (adult favorite author)
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