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kingmagnificoofrosas · 4 months

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𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 ✨️

I did make an edit here to prove my point ... well sorta ...

Let's begin with: how hold would you have thought Magnifico is if he still had his dark hair like Amaya?

At the very beginning of the movie we see that they are around the same age. It is said that Amaya is 30 or in her early 30s. Which makes sense because she seems young, no wrinkles. So what about Magnifico?

First of all, before I continue and people go crazy, this is 'obviously' my own opinion and headcanon, and I base it off of real life expirience!

Now, if we study Magnifico's face when it's resting, we can clearly see that he hardly has any wrinkles besides those normal expression ones that appear when an adult smiles, frowns etc. The only thing that stands out is the hair.

Ok. Now, let's say Magnifico is in his mid 30s, that would actually make sense.

Some people in that age range look way older and some don't. As a hairdresser I've seen it all. 80+ year olds with hardly any gray hairs and 18+ starting to turn gray and 30+ year olds being totally silver. It's a genetics thing! It's not always the age!

I'm tired of people saying gray hair is an immediate indicator for old age. Nope. It's not. One of my clients is in his early 50s and has snow white hair with only a few silver streaks. He turned gray by 18 and by the age 30 he was totally dark gray/silverish.

As to wrinkles, yes, again, genes. One can look way past their age and the other way around. But let's leave that be for now.

Some argue, but he build up a whole kingdom. He must be old. Nope. From the artbook we know that Magnifico build the palace on top of an already exsisting empty building. And we may not forget that he could do magic at this point. So it's safe to say the whole "building a kingdom" went by quicker.

Another arguement I heard is : he's voiced by Chris Pine, and he's 43.

So? The age of voice actors has literally 0 to do with the age of animated characters! So that arguement falls appart.

I even asked friends and family members to guess Magnifico's age, ignoring the fact that he has dark gray hair. Guess what they said. They all guessed the same. Early to mid 30s.

Of course, people can believe what they want. But I personally, headcanon Magnifico 35 tops.

And btw, I think the dark gray makes him even more attractive.

#disney wish #wish 2023 #king magnifico

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gierosajie · 9 months

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Random headcanon doodle of Venerare

The eyes are very much reminiscent of Eula's, though slightly less vibrant in terms of color. I've also noticed how most of the Lawrences we saw had white streaks in their hair, though Eula's isn't as obvious since here hair is already very pale, but it's there. It kinda makes me think that part's hereditary, so I thought hey what if Venerare had them too and all that

Anyway I'm still kinda wondering if we'll ever see a canon design for her since at this point, pretty much all the other named characters from Archon War era Mond have been shown except her

#genshin impact #genshin impact headcanon #you'd think one of the few people Venti likely had left that stayed by his side in his early days as an archon would've had a design already #take what I'm saying with a grain of salt tho because the only things we know about her is that she had the statue built #and helped Leonard climb the mountain

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cassynite · 1 year

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For Sparrow, "Orange Sunsets" from the Sensory Prompts?

Aaaah thank you! Decided to use this opportunity to try and flesh out a headcanon I have for Sparrow--I'd say she's about six or seven in this scene.

The sun dips slow below the horizon, sending streaks of orange across the ever-changing waves moving back and forth on the ocean, a shimmering painting sprawled out below Sparrow. The gusts of wind strengthen the salty air and spray a near-constant haze of briny water onto the wet outcrop of cliff rock that Sparrow lies on. The rock digs into her back, but it's too small to move into another position, and the strong wind threatens to tug Sparrow off if she tries to adjust. She's lucky she hit the rock at all--without it, or if she does something wrong, she'll tumble down the rest of the way to where the waves crash against cliff face.

From above, Crow's voice carries down over the sound of crashing water. "Check in! How are we doing?"

"Cold!" Sparrow yells back. It's uncomfortable, but it's a good thing, because the side that had hit the rock when she'd first tumbled off the cliff hurts less now that she's too cold to feel it. "I'm being brave!"

She's said that every time Crow has asked, because when he first found her on the outcropping of rock, crying from the pain and shock and fear when she realized she wouldn't be able to climb back up from where she fell, babbling in panic, he'd told her to be patient and brave. So that's what she's doing--being brave until Crow saves her.

"Thatta girl. You're doing great." Crow sounds exactly like he always does--calm, lighthearted, like he's about to tell a joke or is already telling a joke that Sparrow doesn't understand. There's sounds of hammering, and then magic sparks in the air for an instant, leaving an acidic smell in its wake. "You know, if you wanted to learn to fly you could have tried talking to one of the azata. I know a few! I told you about the one I met last month, didn't I?"

He did, but Sparrow calls back, "I don't remember!"

"Oh ho, well let me tell you!" More hammering. "I was up at the Dreamer's Temple discussing a new tessellation form that they wanted to use in the next crystal tower--it's very cool, they're calling it direrose pattern, it's a non-periodic structure that's created an incredible basis for the base of the magic that will create the crystal--it'll be self-sustaining if the theory is correct--and I was there to see if that was actually, you know, feasible, and there was this one lady who you could tell wasn't just any regular aasimar--"

He goes on, but the words turn slushy, like the ice treats she buys sometimes out of the stand near Sinead's workshop after she's forgotten about it for a few hours in the afternoon sun. Her attention turns to the sunset, how the sun is mixing in with pink to create salmon streaks that darken into a lovely, dusky purple. The water looks like waving orange ribbon, and Sparrow watches the movement to the sound of Crow's soothing, laughing voice as he talks about the azata he met, the new tower he is going to help build, and the repeating shapes he's going to use to make it.

The next time she registers anything but the orange light on the water is when she feels a hand, scalding in its heat, against her clammy arm. She blinks, and Crow is there beside her--he's learned to fly, she thinks for a hazy second, before she sees the rope around his waist, stretching up and over the top of the cliff. His brown eyes are huge on his face, and white spots bracket the sides of his mouth, but when she makes eye contact he smiles. The wind whips his black hair across his face, and the orange sunset illuminates him from behind like he's a hero from a penny novel coming to save a princess.

His gaze moves to her body, where the salt spray soaking through her clothes can't fully hide the red that's seeped from the wound. His hand flutters over it, but doesn't touch, moving over her torso, then her leg. "Can you--? No, never mind."

"Crow?"

"It's okay. You're going to be okay," he tells her. "It looks worse than it is. I'm going to pick you up, and it might hurt, but this rope will pull us up once I let go and you'll be back in your bed before it even gets dark. You understand?" After a pause, Crow says, "You gotta say you understand, Sparrow. Sparrow. Don't be scared."

"I'm going to be okay," Sparrow parrots. "It looks worse than it is. I'm not scared." She knows it's the truth. Crow will get her off the cliff, and he'll get her dry, and he'll put her to bed, and maybe if she asked nice enough he'll get her favorite soup from town too, even though it would be dark by the time he actually left. It's not the right season for it, but she wants something to make her warm.

Crow takes her in his arms, and it is painful but not really--like the pain is happening in another room, instead of right at her skin. And Crow is burning hot, and his arms are strong around her, and he is whispering in her ear, "You'll be okay, you'll be okay," and he lifts her up the wet cliff like he has wings like an azata, and the sun is so beautiful as it meets the ocean over his shoulder.

Orange is my favorite color, she thinks, and she closes her eyes to sleep.

#cassy answers #dragonflytehanu #oc: sparrow #cassy writes #trying to figure out crow's voice: difficulty level hard #'oh let's make crow really really smart'#<--forgets that means I have to be smart enough to know what he's talking about #PLEASE don't try and figure out if what he's talking about makes sense. i know it doesn't. just threw mathematical terms at a wall #anyway this is actually a good memory for sparrow lol. crow remembers this event differently #pwotr pals

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letstalkaboutit100 · 5 months

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I LOVE THEM! :(

I swear I'm in love with my own headcanon (if EAH got a reboot) that Sparrow and Meeshell would be best friends! Siblings! I can just imagine her with black eye shadow and a few black streaks of hair (I want her hair to be shades of light blue and white instead of pink. Not like darling) while holding a microphone with shiny pale pink lips singing her heart out on a stage with beautiful pale baby blue lights behind her while wearing this long shiny dark (not too dark) green/teal mermaid tail skirt (Similar to the one she already wears) but with a long slit on her left with sliver open toed high heel sandals (up to her ankles) with her regular top but it's different shades of light blue. The coral looks like crystal while the outline of the other designs are white. And her shell sleeves are sliver. Her skin looks so slivery and pale, almost grey-like, but so beautiful while Sparrow and the rest of the band play behind her!

#if there was ever a rebbot #ever after high #if the show ever got a reboot #ideas #sparrow hood #meeshell mermaid #headcanons #thoughts

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dayenurose · 3 years

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👋 Hello friend! I would love to hear about all of your WIPs but I'm particularly curious about "Firefly in the Romy-Verse". ♥️

Hi friend! @go-haywire Thanks for the ask. <3 If you feel so inclined, feel free to ask about other WIPs too. I’ve definitely got a few.

And now for the question of the hour—Firefly in the Romy-verse. Despite what the name might imply, there are no Firefly characters in the story. It’s more of a Romy story in a Firefly-esque ‘verse. In my notes, I summarize the story as:

Gambit and his crew are part bounty hunters, part thieves, part honest traders trying to survive another day in the Black.

At the moment this is more a collection of characters, backstories, and headcanons. (Can you headcanon your own story?) Anyways, I’ve included my notes on the crew and a snippet after the cut.

At this point the notes are still a bit rough...

Gambit (Captain) - When Remy is banished from the Thieves Guild, he decided to head to the Black. He found an old ship, hired a crew who became family. They’ve been traveling together for a while and they’re stuck on a backwater planet. Rogue works at the spaceport picking up jobs as they come.

Storm (1st Mate) - Ororo and Remy lived on the streets together. ‘Ro got off the streets before Remy did. She wasn’t at his wedding because she was off fighting with the Rebellion. That’s where she met C and suggested she be the crew’s doctor. May or may not have a relationship with Logan (haven’t decided yet). After the war, she joined Remy’s crew. He’s the first person he asked.

Cecilia Reyes (doc) - once upon she and Remy had a fling. It wasn’t meant to be. She served in the rebellion with Storm.

Laura (muscle) - on the run from the Project X, also, you know—the muscle. She is the ‘kid’ (technically a clone) of an old friend of his, and she was spiraling. Logan asked Remy to keep an eye on her, and the two bonded.

Etienne (computers/hacker) - not technically a thief. He didn’t pass his tilling, so it’s not technically breaking exile for him and Remy to be together. Also, offers a loophole so Remy can stay in touch with his family.

Bishop (pilot, and you know, more muscle—also, time traveler) - Bishop is from the future (further in the future than this already futuristic tale). A future where Gambit doesn’t act (makes a choice of non-involvement) until it is too late. When Gambit finally acts its to become the Witness. The Witness did adopt Bishop. Bishop has gone back in time to….something…chase criminals? Whatever. Anyways, he and Gambit have an uneasy relationship, but a relationship none the less. One of the first things he asks Gambit when he goes back in time is: “Where is she?” Gambit is clueless to what Bishop is talking about. This is before Gambit met Rogue…and Bishop is referring to Rogue. Bishop doesn’t say anything else. Until Rogue arrives….And, he is the only one (besides Remy) who is certain that Rogue is a good choice when asked to join the crew. And the only one who doesn’t feel betrayed when Rogue is revealed to be a member of the Brotherhood. (He’s always known.)

And….our last member to join the crew:

Rogue (mechanic/engineer) - Rogue is on the run. Everywhere she goes, she feels eyes on her. She’s on the run from the ‘family’ which took her in because she betrayed them. She’s on the run from the government because she was more than just a rebel—she was a terrorist. The rebels, the ones who joined the official armies and navies of rebellion were pardoned. But, those, like her who had resisted through unofficial channels, who pushed the boundaries into warcrimes, there were no pardons. (Has bounties on her head from both the government and underworld). She works in one place ‘til she gets enough money to move to the next. One day when the bounty hunters were hot on her trail and she needed to leave now (and by now she means five minutes ago), she meets Gambit who’s looking for a mechanic, and, well, it was fate….

And a snippet:

He wasn’t one for signs and presentiments. Still, it didn’t stop him from coming up short when his eyes landed on her. The woman from his dreams. He could never forget the piercing green eyes or the distinctive white streak in her hair. The longing coursing through his body was palatable. In that instance he knew that even if they hadn’t desperately needed a engineer aboard their ship, he would have found a way to bring her aboard. Storm would have accused him of thinking with his d— instead of his head. Laura and Bishop would tell him in minute detail why hiring her was a bad decision. But, Etienne and Cecilia would understand—he hoped. No, Rogue belonged with them. Even if he didn’t feel the magnetic pull towards her, she was another lost soul looking for family.

#ask game #wip game response #go-haywire #fanfic #rogue #gambit #romy

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nyangibun · 7 years

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In my headcanon I imagine angst filled conversation in the Lord's chamber where Sansa shakes and tells Jon she's his family and his friend. "Aren't I?" She kind of trembles, and Jon replies "No, I'm not your friend." And Sansa shudders and tears start forming, but before she could let anything out in a shaky breath, Jon takes heated wide steps to her without saying a word, grabs the back of her head and kisses her like his life (2nd life? lol) depended on it. Someone make it happen 😭

Omg T_T

Can I just…

There is dried blood caked in his hair and mud and sweat coating his leather and furs. He is in dire need of a bath to wash the grime of battle from his skin and soothe his aching muscles, but he stands here anyway, watching her as she takes him in, rosy pink lips parted like a prayer.

“You’re home,” she whispers, timid and afraid, like mayhaps she is dreaming up his presence. It should not excite him so to imagine her dreaming of him, but he smiles and nods. “I didn’t think you would… I heard from… Bran says he saw you surrounded by the Others.”

“Aye,” Jon admits. He takes a tentative step forward. “I thought I’d die out there.”

Sansa shivers, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. “I dreamt of a wolf howling, white and as big as a mountain with eyes like liquid fire. I thought it was Ghost but when the moon caught it just right, its eyes turned lilac.”

Her implication is clear and Jon freezes, suddenly overcome with the desire to run and hide from her, from this truth he refuses to bear. It is Sansa now that walks towards him. He doesn’t look at her; he can’t quite bring himself to.

“It doesn’t matter to me,” she says softly. “You will always be my family. My friend.”

Jon’s eyes snap back to hers, studying her, watching her. He feels spiteful and he gives a soft snort. “Am I? Your family, that is. Is that who I am?” He exhales slowly. “No, Sansa, I’m not your friend.”

To watch her eyes fill with tears nearly breaks him right then and there, but Jon just closes the gap between them, cradling her face in his palms, as his lips immediately capture hers. He feels her gasp into his mouth, stilling for a second, before her fingers slide through his hair, tugging gently and causing every muscle in his body to constrict with want. Jon backs her up against the wall as he drops his hands down to her hips, desperate to feel her yet terrified to take this any further.

“I can’t just be your friend,” he murmurs once he pulls back. “I love you, Sansa. I’ve fought this for so long but I can’t anymore. I love you. I want to start a family with you. I want to grow old with you here in our home.”

Tears streak down her cheeks. She loosens her grip on his hair and traces the line of his jaw with one finger until she reaches his bottom lip. “Are you asking me to marry you, Jon Snow?”

“Aye,” he nods, smiling as he kisses her again, this time soft and quick.

“Do you not worry over what the other houses may think?” she asks, but there is now a wicked grin on her face that makes Jon’s heart swell.

“They have already disavowed me,” Jon says. “They do not care what I do anymore. And I doubt any of them are dumb enough to go against their beloved queen.”

Sansa rolls her eyes and tugs him back for another kiss. “You’ll be my king then.”

#jonsa #jon x sansa #jon snow #sansa stark #game of thrones #asks #jonsa fic #a lil drabble because this ask gave me emotions #and we need some fluff #lmao #anonymous

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