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[magnifiico]

King Magnifico doodle

#˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 visage 》 #ooohohoooo 8))) sounds of interest ??? #these are so pretty!! ;w;

[magnifiico]

Despite his complaints—rather, his curiosity in the form of complaints—Magnifico still finds his eyes drawn to the odd little thing. Like flies to honey. More than once, he forces himself to direct his attention to the face there beside him: the telltale amused arch of her lips, the faint impishness aglow in her gaze, and yet somehow beneath all of that, a genuine intrigue of her own. He’s not missed the manner in which she pulls her focus away from him each and every time he dares meet her stare, how the pair of them go back and forth here with fleeting glimpses at the other, mingled with the safe place their eyes can linger: that plaque and that silly game.

But he’s noticed, even through a minuscule prickling at his nape, if not simply visual in his periphery . . . Her attention lingers on him when it can. Which would, perhaps, make him the “honey” to her flies. (Oddly phrased. He’s tired.)

Clearing his throat some, Magnifico straightens where he sits. He mumbles some semblance of surprise at the hour (as if he isn’t accustomed to late nights all but forgetting about time and the responsibility of managing it properly), holds the apparent (and admittedly accurate) entertainment out for her to reclaim.

“And for you?” Magnifico poses, complemented by a quirked brow. “Does your entertainment come in the form of witnessing the spectacle?”

                                                    it felt as though she was teaching a dog how to meow. the second technology had changed humanity at the turn of century. ; she found a keen understanding of it. — felt connected to it, one might say. a human body is composed of wires in it's own matter of being, is it not ? it called to her. perhaps in a similar way to how spells called to the ' king '. ( heavily delusional, lost man. ) however, technology remained very much real and tangible. magic ? not so much. and hey, was he even looking at the screen right now ? eileen avoids magnifico's curious gaze until his attention is drawn back to the phone. then, and only then, does she offer his features her attention once more. eye contact was so distracting.

                                                    there's a hint of laughter on plum lips, brow furrowed. " — well, why not ? i mean really, what other more important business are you tending to right now ? " shoulders shrug, slender legs cross over one another. " it's pushing midnight and you're far, far away from home in a stranger's condo. i do believe you're entitled to some form of entertainment. "

                                                    " of course, that's not to mention it's plenty good for more than that. infinite knowledge at your fingertips ! ... just ... we'll start you out slow. "

#facsimila #˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 v: desperate measures 》 #˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 prose 》 #aaaAAAAaaa listen i'm still sO FLATTERED you wanted to continue this ;A; #it's such a delight getting to write with you :') <3 #and we adore your muses so much T~T #girl's smart for not letting him get his paws on the internet yet js x'D

[magnifiico]

Queen Amaya was always the portrait of sensibility and grace. While Magnifico was reckless and impulsive, Amaya was steady and thoughtful. While Magnifico let his emotions so often get the best of him, consuming all reason in an unforgiving storm, Amaya was there to gently but firmly step into the thick of it, take his hands, and pull him back out. She had been, from the very start, a quiet strength at his side: more potent and powerful than she ever gave herself credit for.

Again, this was one of those moments. Again, Magnifico felt himself losing it—no different than he lost those threads of control when the book’s writings seeped into his mind and body, snagged every dark and terrible thought lingering beneath the surface and yanked it into the spotlight. Again, he heard Amaya’s voice in his head telling him to breathe. He wanted to listen. He wanted relief. He wanted all of these sick, twisted things inside of him to dissolve just by the sound of her voice, her presence—

But it wasn’t meant to be.

For the soothing voice in his memories would never compare to the shrill, uncharacteristically devastated tone cutting through the air like a razor sharp blade here and now. No, nothing would compare to the way Magnifico watched his queen break right in front of his eyes, and nothing would compare to how he knew he had broken right there with her.

So peculiar, this . . . how it could be so foreign but familiar at the same time. His queen so rarely lost any ounce of her composure; certainly, Magnifico had learned so much from her, all in the realm of keeping his chin up and pushing forward through any disaster or hardship. The last time he’d ever seen her in pieces—heartwrenching pieces—seemed like ages ago. . . . A time from which neither of them would ever fully recover. But a time where they had each other for strength.

What could either of them do now that they didn’t . . . ?

Even more peculiarly, Magnifico hardly even picked up on her words, on anything she said. His mind unconsciously filed it all away, a reminder to pursue later when this storm of emotions they had created wasn’t destroying everything else. It was all he could do to simply stand there and listen when he wanted nothing more than for that infernal distance between them to be gone; it was his turn to take her hands, lead her back, make things right. But Magnifico didn’t even make a move to remind himself of the mirror separating them. Truly, he wasn’t actually all that sure he could move. Everything in him suddenly felt frozen.

Now, he wasn’t breathing. His heart caught in his throat. And the scowl on his lips loosened enough that the corners quaked.

“I-I . . . ” Magnifico set his jaw, forced his fingers to flex at his sides to remind himself he was still here and alive. “At the time, I thought—” He blinked rapidly and squinted at an indiscernible point in the distance, beyond his queen looking at him with all the feelings he couldn’t take being directed his way. “I decided the book was our only guarantee against . . . ”

You were the only threat to our kingdom!

When he finally exhaled, it practically rattled out of his chest.

“I knew the risks of using that magic, but whatever it happened to do to me, I’d imagined it would be worth it for Rosas’s safety, and yet I . . . ” Irritated now by his own spotty recollection, Magnifico shook his head and clenched a fist. “Everything that happened isn’t quite as clear as I had hoped. Amaya, I—” Now, here was the inquiry he feared most. Here was the subject he’d wanted to avoid from the moment he heard her steps echoing down the stairs. But the more he’d thought about it, the more he couldn’t help feeling . . .

“I hurt you,” he confirmed, voice thin at the horrible resolve. “In more than one way. I hurt you, didn’t I?”

Before, she had never needed to feign steadiness in front of him. Magnifico was her strength, her safe haven from any storm.

Now he was the storm. Amaya didn't know what to think, what to believe; but she did know what was right. She clung to that lifeline like a frightened child clutched their guardian's hand. The only thing keeping her tethered amid the maelstrom.

"We agreed to keep the book so that it wouldn't fall into the wrong hands. We agreed that forbidden magic was never the answer." But her voice shriveled the instant he attempted to justify his horrible deeds. She stumbled a step back as if she'd been struck.

"'What needed to be done'?" she repeated, the words acidic on her tongue. Her heart revolted so violently that her rib cage felt battered black-and-blue. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Once stoic features cracked open, bearing glimpses of the raw horror underneath.

"You were the only threat to our kingdom!" That rift ruptured deeper: fracturing Amaya's voice along with her composure. Aftershocks echoed through her frame, and she fisted her hands at her sides to keep from shaking apart. "Y-you—you turned your magic against your own people. You shattered their wishes, harmed innocents—you would have enslaved us all if Asha hadn't rallied the citizens against you!"

The memories of that day had joined the others that would not fade. Before, when such visions stole her smile and sleep alike, Amaya could turn her thoughts to her beloved. But now, even memories of love and comfort were as corrupt as the cursed book itself. The contempt in Magnifico's eyes as he'd accused her of being a traitor still felt like a knife in her chest. His manic laughter as he'd brought Rosas to its knees still echoed in the deepest parts of her.

In perhaps the cruelest irony of all, as she looked at him now, Amaya found herself desperately wishing. Every beat of her trembling, terrified heart begged that he would grant her wish as he always had, day after day, for all these years. He'd never needed magic. No fanfare or grandiose displays.

All she wanted was him.

A man who fulfilled her heart's every desire with his kindness, his brilliance, his generosity and love. A man who would never do anything to hurt his kingdom or his people. A man who she still loved with every ounce of herself.

Don't let him be gone. The corrupted reflection couldn't be all that was left. She would do anything. Anything, just—

Please...give him back.

It was a visible struggle to find her voice again, to force it out on an unsteady tremor. "You nearly brought Rosas to ruin. How can you possibly say that any of that was justified?"

#howthesleeplesswander #˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 v: dethroned 》 #˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 prose 》 #i have no comments to add to this anymore bc honestly all i'm ever doing is screaming and crying #so uhhh... SCREAMS AND CRIES A BIT MORE fndhjaodnhoaj #i love you and amaya so much and appreciate you both putting up with us ;; <3

[magnifiico]

#˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 visage 》 #:))))) yes #bites knuckle so hard

[magnifiico]

As the sun began to set over Rosas, a faint whistling could be heard echoing merrily within the kingdom while a familiar trail of leaves hurried along the streets, carrying what appeared to be a neatly folded paper bird. The spirit wasted no time, flying straight up into the tallest tower and through the window, gently setting the item down on a nearby table before rising further upward to play among the sphered wishes. Inside the folded letter was a simple message that read; "Dear King Magnifico, HI! Hope all is well is Rosas and that you and Queen Amaya are safe and happy along with all your citizens! If you two ever wish, (Get it?!) to join myself and others for game night, just whistle and Gale will come find you. Might be a bumpy ride though. Take care. Your friend, Queen Anna of Arendelle."

@sparesovereign || hiiii golden-hearted queen! uwu

By now, King Magnifico is more than accustomed to this being the preferred method of sending messages when it came to the bright and eccentric young queen. He's stopped looking for letters in the post and instead kept his ears trained for that telling whistle: so much so, he's come to recognize when said sound is simply a common breeze over Rosas and when it's a friend come to visit. On this crisp evening, Magnifico is ready by the time Gale swoops in with a paper bird, and appallingly for anyone else who knew him . . .

He doesn't bat an eye at the spirit playing with his prized wishes.

Rather, after a brief and cheerful greeting, his attention turns to what's written inside, and all too eagerly, Magnifico reaches for his own quill and parchment to write something in return:

My dearest Queen Anna,

As always, your letter has brought nothing but delight and will never not keep me in high spirits for many days to come. . . . (I apologize for the ink blot; Gale required attention. You know how it is.)

While I've not yet spoken with Queen Amaya about the proposal, I will go ahead and confirm our interest. We both could benefit from the occasional time away, and I'm more than certain my queen would be thrilled by the surprise.

I only hope you're ready to lose when the time comes!

King Magnifico

PS: Yes, I understood your joke. Very funny.

#˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 answered 》 #sparesovereign #the way we both got SO EXCITED to see you in the inbox!! ;w;/ #thank you so much for sending this! <3 <3 #anna is forever so important to mags and he adores her sm! T~T #these two sending each other cute lil letters has ended me u.u bless #happy to see you back around again! >w<

[magnifiico]

He's up early not because he's hungry but because Simba wants something specific. Padding over to the wardrobe his gaze fixates on the belt so he stands on his back paws tugging at the hem of the king's robe until it slides off the hanger. With his prize now in his possession, the cub then squirms under the bed already gnawing on the M monogram at the end of the piece. Not bad for a morning 'hunt' if he did say so himself.

@sixba || timon vc: it starts

Unfortunately, the king has no one but himself to blame. For what, you might ask . . . ? Well, two things currently: 1) Permitting the curious little lion cub inside his private quarters that on its own is a sure recipe for disaster at any time of day; and 2) Suffering the accursed drowsiness courtesy of a previous version of himself who had decided (“decided” being an interesting way of stating he'd simply lost track of time) to stay up far too late the night before.

As it were . . . Magnifico can't very well be upset by the early disturbance, but that doesn't stop him from letting out a grumble from beneath his bedsheets the very second he hears a suspicious sound.

“Simba . . . ” His voice slurs, the authoritative pitch to it losing most of its weight given his unwillingness to move currently. One hand slides over the edge of the mattress right as his ears locate the troublemaker diving under, and his fingers snap to equally grab Simba's attention and feebly attempt to convince him out. “What do you have—?”

#sixba #˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 answered 》 #you show that belt who's boss simba!! >:| #look at him succeeding right at the start of the day! he's doing what the rest of us can't #no this is relevant to me personally since my cat disturbs my sleep causing problems too #me 🤝 mags

[magnifiico]

Oh, please, let’s not overreact. You’re here. You’ve certainly got my attention.

Wish (2023) dir. Fawn Veerasunthorn, Chris Buck

#˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 visage 》 #genuinely he's such a goofy cutie in this scene it kills me #not me in the theater already knowing i love him and seeing This Introduction to him #softly but with feeling: ohno #adorable when he's being soft and MMMFF when he's batshit #where can you possibly go wrong?? trick question - you can't

[magnifiico]

If it wasn’t clear before, then it’s overly clear now how exceptionally little the woman cares for Magnifico’s title, for what he represents to the people of Rosas (and quite often the citizens of sister kingdoms who hear tell and are left in childlike wonder of a sorcerer king). She criticizes him as if he’s no more than a colleague—less, even then: like he’s an impudent child toying with things with which shouldn’t be toyed. Had she been wholly unaware and naive to who and what he was . . . Well, certainly. Perpetually shocking and not without the judgment of a well-informed looking down his nose at a hermit, sure, but the point is, Magnifico would let that lack of awareness slide.

That remains far from the case, however. That’s rather . . . opposite of the case.

She knows who he is. She’s at the very least caught whisper through the grapevine of what he’s capable of accomplishing— No, what he’s accomplished and continues to reinforce. And yet she proceeds to pin him beneath (or perhaps above . . . literally speaking with their height difference taken into account) a cold, unwavering glare: lethal as twin knives poised at his throat, but just as easily ignored when one has spells to combat steel. Her trust is nonexistent. Respect? Out of the question. Briefly, Magnifico comes close to finding it amusing: a novelty he can secretly relish until it wears off, becomes a nuisance. . . .

With her latest remarks, it’s already well on its way.

Humor once twitching at his lips stills into a thin line, killing along with it that matching glimmer in his eyes—until his expression is suddenly mildly vexed. Not to the point of actual ire, but the exact mood of a parent listening to their child prattle on with the cheek of youth knowing practically nothing of the workings of the world. He’s one move away from pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing. But he settles with only the latter.

“Why, I am hardly at fault for how my people choose to show their appreciation,” King Magnifico says, one hand waving flippantly. “That I’ve decided to put years upon years of practice and dedication into improving their lives is the only part I play; their grace—or perhaps occasionally lack thereof—in receiving it is entirely their own. If you’re suggesting some kind of brainwashing . . . ” The word slides off his tongue with a sour taste, enough to make him grimace. (The mere insinuation—!) He shakes his head. “Should you decide to visit Rosas and confirm for yourself—as I’m sure your vast knowledge would allow—then I welcome you. You’ll find nothing that isn’t genuine.”

  how amusing that tharja would share that very same sentiment about him. ; she'd much rather be known as some stuck - up, closed off witch who gives sorcerers a bad name than one who seems to relish in the attention and swarms of adoring villagers for his oh so good deeds. to wear the profession like a crown, both literally and figuratively, never sat quite right with her. judgements were to be made, and being of a judgmental nature at a fault, it was almost natural to stick her nose up high at the king.

  at face value, the mage knew less than little of where magnifico had actually came from or the person he was at his core. whispers carry through the cold breeze and reach assumptious ears. to her, a royal of presumably blue blood had dipped his toes in matters far beyond his control and had made a flourishing name for himself out of it. it made her scowl.

  maybe, with a story to the name, she could come to some sort of understanding. sympathy, even. for a childhood so cruel, for the heavy - lifting and emotional tolls that magic brings. ; tharja had been born into this, after all. her mind had been plagued by darkness ever since she was old enough to comprehend it. a weight seeped in normality, discomfort so comforting.

      — what could some royal possibly know about that ?

  he wasn't budging, feet seemingly planted firm to the wooden boards. so much for taking things outside. she certainly wasn't going to allow petty attitudes to potentially destroy the implements lining her shelves.

  an exasperated huff befalls her lips, opting to lean against the countertop and cross her arms. so much for slinging fireballs. " i heard everything i needed to hear. whatever ... devotion spell you have cast over your subjects to make them kiss the ground you walk on that much ? i want no part of it. the last thing i need is a monarch with too much time on his hands telling me he understands the arts as well as i do. "

#hexja #˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 v: magnificent king 》 #˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 prose 》 #wait for mags to attempt dark magic and end up in mirror jail JUST WAIT #and then tharja will get to just T pose at him like “i told you” gfnhajdoghnaoj #grabs them both and shakes theMMMMM #OMG BUT SHE'S SO VALID THO #that feel when you hear nothing but GOOD about someone #and you're immediately so sus :| #just squinting at them like “nah fam you GOTTA be bad . . . ” #i love her questioning him tho it's so great nfhjaodgnha

[magnifiico]

Amusement sculpted the creases at Magnifico’s eyes, summoned another light and loose laugh while he watched the expression on his companion’s face shift in realization. He was quite close to being impressed by the manner in which this all came to unfold: selfless and doting of a king as he was, he wasn’t exactly subtle in his performance, and certainly not in the way a great majority of his city boasted his visage in both statues and even cookies alike. The very fact that this newcomer managed to turn a blind eye to all of that was . . . well, almost appraised as a feat, but King Magnifico was far from offended by this point. (Even though a voice in his head was trilling the irony of this man proclaiming to be a puzzle solver. . . . Was it perhaps the obvious that escaped his notice, then?)

A dismissive hand flourished between them at the same time as he shook his head. “No need, no need, Professor Layton. I assure you I’ve taken it as no slight on your part,” Magnifico purred. “In fact, it’s not typical for a guest in my kingdom to not even recognize me; most come here for a very, ah . . . specific purpose, you see. You might say this makes you all the more unique of a visitor.” And whether thought was put into the way his fingers temporarily hovered at the small of Layton’s back to guide him forward would remain untold.

Friendly—or possibly a trace commanding—the king steered his poor lost guest down another street.

“Now, when you say you have a . . . what was it, knack for puzzle solving—?” His gaze ventured off into the middle distance, thoughtful and in line with the nature of his hand now perched beneath his chin. “You’ll have to excuse all possible ignorance, but could you elaborate? Just what sort of ‘puzzle’ would a professor of archaeology find himself inclined to solve? Or are those two separate things: job and leisure?”

Even though Hershel was still a first-time visitor to the Rosas kingdom, he couldn't shake the feeling that his guide was leading him down an off path. How so? Well, the professor just had a feeling that the duo were going in a perpendicular direction, with all that Hershel managed to gather from his own searches and turns down the local roads. Hershel even spotted a few shops he'd seen in the prior distance, but he wouldn't comment on it. He was being skeptical, which he shouldn't be, especially since a local knew their home more than he ever could.

Hershel's drowning thoughts subsided when he got a better look at the new area he'd been brought into. Roses as undeniably beautiful; the professor knew that much upon his small time in the kingdom's boarders and even from the view outside of it. Still, Magnifico's precise path was causing his beady eyes to open wider, taking in all the colors and calm daily life. Even for its size, Hershel could say without a doubt that Rosas was less chaotic than his accustomed London. He may have loved the city to bits, but he wouldn't deny himself some indulgence when he was able to get away for a little while.

The Rosas local pronounced his title in a way that puzzles the addressed professor. It was highly spoken, but he felt as though Magnifico's tone was shifted in some way. That'd matter less as Magnifico admitted his name was a mystery to him. That wouldn't surprise him, nor did Hershel mind. The professor bowed slightly in response to Magnifico's, to follow through with the formality.

Magnifico's musings made cogs start to turn in Hershel's mind, the natural puzzle solver in him quickly attempting to deduce what he meant. Was he some sort of criminal? Or-- Hershel swallowed down air at the reveal, rightfully taken aback. How had he been in the presence of the king and not have realized?! His mouth opened and shut quickly. Hershel looked stunned, but forced any tension out of his system with a simple gulp.

"Oh, that you are! I apologize heavily for my lack of recognition, your grace." Hershel tipped his hat yet again and presented a deeper bow. It was surely appropriate for nobility, no?

"I do indeed." It felt off-putting for a mere archaeology professor to be in this royal presence, but Hershel wasn't going to dwindle on the initial shock of it much longer. "I have to say, I'm highly honored that you'd take the time to direct me to my destination. However, to ease your worries, I'm not one to fret about it. As I see it, we're both modest, selfless gentlemen. Even if were have out own ways of going about it."

#caramelcuniculus #˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 v: magnificent king 》 #˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 prose 》 #it's good it's cool u.u mags is finally chilling tf out #at least a BIT gnhjaogdh he's forever way more suspicious of ppl than he needs to be #but he finds layton amusing and refreshing tbqh x'D #also ! i know you're on hiatus but i still wanted to respond to this ;v; #upon your possible return we certainly don't need to cONTINUE this thread ! #i'm flexible and willing to work with whatever - in the meantime i hope you're enjoying time away and taking care of yourself!

[magnifiico]

The truth of the matter is that this particular . . . breed of magic user is not actually one with which King Magnifico is unfamiliar. He muses to himself that it’s attitudes like hers that give sorcerers and the like a bad name: that condescension and air of knowing and being better simply because she can wiggle her fingers to cast a spell or two, throw a few ingredients together to create a potion that could perform wonders beyond any regular person’s dreams . . .

And, yes, sounds familiar: Magnifico is not quite that lacking in self-awareness, but the stark difference . . . ?

He does know better.

And he hasn’t spent countless years poring over book after book, laboring over spell after spell, perfecting everything about himself to ensure the perfection of Rosas to be told off by some feral spellcaster believing she had even a finger on the pulse of his work, his skills—

Him as King. (And a ruler who worked to achieve said position rather than being born into it, at that.)

They’ve both touched a nerve or two here. Perhaps more. Though the sharp-tongued magician holds her ground and faces him as if he’s little more than some stray cat scratching at her door, Magnifico still notes how her jaw sets, her lips curl into a sneer expressive enough to prove something in this matters. He hums listlessly at her suggestion, and a shrug rolls out a prior cut of grace and poise in his shoulders. No need for manners, anymore.

“Now, now. Lets not get worked up,” he drawls, barely resisting an overly obvious roll of his eyes while his attention drifts to his surroundings. “It’s actually . . . rather curious. It would seem we each have stories circulating about us, and while it’s been made rather obvious what I’ve heard about you”—Magnifico arches a brow at her—“I wonder what it is you’ve heard about me that makes you so . . . skeptical about my abilities.”

🔮 . ‧͙⁺˚*･༓ ☾. continued from here.  ( @magnifiico )

  something akin to bile builds at the back of her throat, chin canted upward with a venomous pride. ( ... and, of course, the fact he rather towered over her. ) pearly whites sneer and frame behind black lip. " it would be a peculiar way to deliver any of those statements. — if that was even a fraction of what i meant. "

  " the grim fact of the matter, your ever so petulant majesty, is that i fully reserve the right to withhold implements from any spellcaster i believe is incapable of using them correctly. not that i care what you do with them, i just like to avoid the onus falling back on my head when you inevitably doom yourself. or others. misery is only a good time when it's at your own discretion, after all. "

  the remark jabbing tharja's skill, of the village born rumours circulating her capabilities, was impossibly childish and ill - advised. ; he meant to prod at her, challenge her in a feeble attempt to get what he desired. — that much was obvious, for she was no fool. if she were to take the bait, it would be in a manner no way favourable to the king.

  " ... you want to see capable, huh ? then how about we head outside. "

#hexja #˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 v: magnificent king 》 #˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 prose 》 #sometimes i am in legit physical pain writing mags bc jfc #the amount of audacity this man carries #is honestly disgusting 99% of the time #I'M HERE FOR THARJA PUTTING HIM IN HIS PLACE #or at the very least TRYING to since gOOD LORD THIS GUY #mags honey we KNOW you do not understand how to use dark magic #WE'VE SEEN IT NGJHOAGNAJO #this does NOT END WELL FOR YOU #bUT FFFFF tysm for continuing this! ;w;/ <3 it's a delight writing together!

[magnifiico]

With the young queen, there was a growing sense of familiarity as the two of them continued their conversation, and Magnifico didn’t simply mean in the basest sense of naturally getting to know someone the more interactions built; he meant her personality, the clear darkness lingering behind a veil of cheer and unending warmth—something he was gradually finding lined up so perfectly with his own queen back home. (And, dare he say, himself, though it was always exceptionally easier to pinpoint those similarities in others, now wasn’t it? Rather than digging into one’s own buried grief . . . )

Anna didn’t have the same gentle grace as Amaya did. She didn’t have a calming energy to her so much as she had an energetic radiance that conjured comfort of its own kind (Magnifico would vouch for her ability to get along with most anyone; she just had that way about her). But what the two queens shared was a strength that came not from a lack of tumultuous times, but because of those times. They each held their chin up despite deep-seated sorrow still a cluster of thorns in their chest. They each smiled at every passing day, extended their kindness and all they had learned from those experiences to helping others.

Both queens were strong beyond measure. With hearts made of gold. And so suddenly, King Magnifico felt a fierce desire to protect and provide for Anna, too.

“We are not our ancestors,” he commented gently when he noticed the pained lines etched in her brow. His hands smoothed down the front of his attire now that Gale’s attention had shifted away from him, making the two of them share their concern for the queen. “Their actions don’t define anything about you or your sister; they’re entirely their own, as are yours.” And he again moved to be closer to her, his expression softening even when that characteristic mask of joy reclaimed her.

Smiling, Magnifico set a palm on her shoulder: gentle, but reassuring. “And your modesty is becoming rather overwhelming, Your Majesty,” he teased, offering a light squeeze before bringing that hand back to his side. “I have no doubts you did plenty to assist in the matter. It doesn’t take any powers or magic to be unique and special. Hopefully you’ll come to see that about yourself . . . one of these days.”

Then, he followed her gaze out over the landscape, back to the castle waiting for them below. Somewhat of a nervous flutter of air escaped through his teeth as Gale returned to tugging impishly at his clothes. “Ah, will I—? Am I going to find out in the form of an explanation or a demonstration?”

Her gaze traveled upward, biting her lower lip, to stifle a laugh so as not to offend a potential ally. There he was. The King of Rosas. Dangling in mid-air and looking far different from the regal stance he had originally presented himself to as. The sight though was too humorous for her to completely ignore, so Anna found herself promptly covering her mouth and giggling behind her palms.

"Well...they are now. Just like you said, as long as there's balance between our worlds, they remain peaceful. As you can imagine though, it wasn't always like this..."

Sensing her sorrow, Gale gently lowered the king back down onto the ground and whistled towards Anna, brushing its leaves against her cheek as if to stop a flow of tears that had not even fallen yet.

"My grandfather, King Runeard, offered a dam of peace to a tribe called the Northuldra but...it was a trick. He just wanted to exploit their ways of the land because he felt threatened by their strong bond with the spirits of the forest. So..." Anna hesitated, feeling a lump of shame lodged within her throat. "...he killed their leader and angered the spirits. They cursed the lands the Northuldra called home, trapping not only the tribesmen but even Arendellian soldiers, for thirty-four years."

The Queen shook her head, looking downward at the snow below her feet until a group of leaves, blocked her view and rose up towards her face, ruffling the young woman's head once more.

"But my sister, and she likes to say me too but I don't really think so, broke the curse and restored peace to both our worlds." Anna laughed, her cheerful demeanor returning. "Just another day in Arendelle, right?!"

Looking out over the vast landscape again, her smile widening, she thought of a way to break such tension, fearful she was scaring of Magnifico with her woes of the kingdom.

"Alright, ready to head back down?! I think you're gonna like going down even more than climbing up.", she grinned, a mischievous glint hidden in her eyes, Gale venturing back over to Magnifico to play with the poor man's cloak once more.

#sparesovereign #˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 v: magnificent king 》 #˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 prose 》 #aaaaa again please no need to apologize for taking your time!! #there is never any sort of rush ;v; #it's always so delightful to get a reply from you whenever it happens to come! <3 #these two are such sweeties ;; <3

[magnifiico]

"Your majesty? If you may hold still for just a moment..." A genteel smile would quickly replace the contemplative gaze to which Geto had had been directing at Magnifico, as a single hand was raised up towards him then.

The hideous curse (That this sorcerer king curiously was not able to see) had so chosen to perch itself upon the man's shoulders would let out a horrified shriek, before it was siphoned into the very palm of his hand. Taking the form of a pitch black orb, Geto would offer it a brief glance before simply placing it away into the sleeve of his robes.

"There... do you feel better? Lighter? ... I'm sure it's easier now for you to breathe as well~"

@idyllicserendipity || hereweGO :3c

He thinks it rude at first.

After all, King Magnifico is in the middle of talking when the man speaks over him, and even if he has no other choice but to interrupt (Given the mighty breath the king takes in when he's forced to pause, he must have been saying quite a lot with very few breaks between), Magnifico temporarily wonders what could possibly be important enough. Important enough to interrupt a king, that is. A hand once gesturing emphatically with every syllable falls limp as he turns to meet Geto's somewhat distracted stare—Where is he looking?—but before Magnifico gathers the chance to lightly admonish the lack of courtesy . . .

He feels it as much as he hears it. A chilling shriek rips the brief quiet asunder, followed so shockingly fast by a sensation the king could only describe as . . . inexplicable relief. As if he himself was the one to have shouted his frustrations, expelled some pent-up bubbling beneath his skin, and perhaps deep in his gut. When he releases another exhale, it flows smoother. Heavier. As heavy as the weight once perched atop his shoulders that he hadn't even noticed until it suddenly wasn't there.

Most importantly, though—

Along with feeling and hearing, he's seen it, now. His eyes track the peculiar orb as it disappears into the cavernous sleeves of what was once so unassuming of a man, and so . . .

Magnifico blinks. He hesitates. Considers. Processes. And when the wheels in his head finally click into their proper places, he squares Geto's gaze with a perhaps admittedly obvious conclusion: “So . . . I suppose this would mean you aren't just some traveling monk after all. You didn't—oh, I don't know—find it relevant to announce this particular talent of yours until this very moment, is that it?”

#idyllicserendipity #˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 answered 》 #not mags like “uhm excuse me 10 but an 11 is talking” #SNHJODANHJOA I AM SORRY ABOUT HIM PLS IGNORE HIM #geto: being a good bab and helping him out #mags: how dare you interrupt me first of all- #nah but fr tho he no longer cares about the interruption he's just #:0000 bro tf ??? #the confusion AMPLIFIES bUT HEY :3c we love to see it #AAAA they're gonna be so fun!! ;w; thank you again for sending this in becky!! <3 #i'm so stoked to get to explore the dynamic with you!! T^T <3

[magnifiico]

Small compilation of the more subtle Wishparents moments that I adore to life 🙏

#˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 visage 》 #tHEM ;A; #i will never not be losing my mind over the bottom right #rolling his eyes and looking at his wife like #can you fckn believe this shit #their subtle moments are honestly really heckin great so thank you #for documenting some of them u.u truly blessed #˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 bond: you still amaze me after all this time (howthesleeplesswander: amaya) 》

[magnifiico]

Attentively, King Magnifico committed the foreigner’s name to memory, but he rather stayed silent to the usual expectation of shared introductions; he assumed it was unnecessary on his part. While young Hiro expounded his reasons for being here—or perhaps simply his reasons to linger for awhile, interest naturally piqued—Magnifico led the two of them along a quieter street in the city, toward an open space surrounded by white columns. He cast a transient glance to the mural of himself on the far wall, but the whole of his attention otherwise didn’t stray from the boy’s words.

And yes, the nerves were clearly still orchestrating a great deal of Hiro’s behavior, seen in his fidgeting, in his stuttered syllables while he struggled to form the right sentences. Amusing. Expected. The king allowed something of a reprieve with his occasional wandering eye; Hiro didn’t need to know his ears were perked and he wasn’t missing a single breath, now did he?

“The magic where you’re from… isn’t magic—?” King Magnifico repeated as he came to a stop by a decorative pool—so still it could have been a mirror embedded in ivory stone. He caught a glimpse of a few strands of hair that had fallen out of place, smoothed a hand over his head at the same time as something in there clicked. “Ah, you mean tricks. The sort of performances using… what was it you said? Pulleys and strings?”

A flicker of that humor sparked in his eye, curled impishly at his lips. But as an explanation for this so-called bio-tech reigned over the conversation, his expression melted into genuine curiosity. The king nodded along with Hiro, following the sweep of his gaze with his own while he contemplated the information. “Science and magic… aren’t all that different from each other, you know,” he admitted. His hands found his hips, and Magnifico stared off to the mural of his likeness as if it’d have input for the two of them.

Or maybe he was just looking for small errors to be amended. Later.

“Machines, though…? Robotics?” He was impressively less familiar with the latter. “That is… fascinating. You wouldn’t happen to have brought any qualifiers along on your journey?” Only that the question came as more of a statement. “I’d be interested to see for myself.”

░ KING MAGNIFICO

The ATTENTION was almost too jarring - it was STRANGE. For him, attention was not always so... FOCUSED, nor was it seen as positive. At least, not in the way it was being received now. Envious stares as he found himself in the presence of their KING, piecing together what exactly he was witnessing ( and in complete awe ). Gloved fingers twisted together, nervously fidgeting as he remained in the other's shadow. The QUEEN seemed to be leaving and though he hadn't seen her use any magic, he was CURIOUS as to whether she could or not. Large eyes flicked towards the other, a sheepish grin breaking through the nerves. " Oh... right - that's great. Thanks a lot. "

He had hoped, of course, that he WASN'T in trouble - which seemed to be the case. The last thing he needed was to end up in some strange PRISON - one that his Aunt could not bail him out of. He moved to step forward at the other's gesture, free arm swinging at his side as eyes roamed the architecture around him. " Huh - oh ! " Right. Names. Introductions. " Hiro - Hiro Hamada. "

He already knew the King's name - if it was as the crowd had been calling out, praising, THANKING - Magnifico. A little obvious, but who was he to judge a name ? Was he not a HERO - a word similar to his own name ? He glanced around, watching the crowd disperse, people drifting away as the silent message was clear. Armored shoulders relaxed slightly, large eyes taking in the sights. " Right - I heard about the things that go on around here when I GOT here. Was curious. " Which was how he'd ended up wiggling his way through the massive gathering. " Well, I've always thought magic was cool, but magic where I'm from isn't like here. Where I'm from, it's not really... REAL. "

Sure, a trick here or there worked, but nothing on the same level as Magnifico's magic. He was about to ask about it when the other mentioned his previous comment. Oh. " Yeah - bio-tech. It's... It's a type of SCIENCE - a combination of biology and technology. Where I'm from, that's what magic is - I mean, it's the closest we'd get to it, but it isn't REALLY magic. " He trailed off, nervously waving his gloved hand slightly. " I'm not into that, though. My specialty is more... machines. You know, robotics and stuff. " Looking around, his nose wrinkled.

" ACTUALLY... it doesn't look like you'd know about that, either... huh. This place sure is... different than home. "

#hamadaxfighter #˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 v: magnificent king 》 #˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 prose 》 #listen i adore them so much your honor T~T they are so weirdly sweet already #I LOVE THAT THEY BOTH are genuinely in awe of each other #hiro more OBVIOUSLY bc he's a kid and will just blatantly show that sort of thing but #mags is over here SO MANY EYES EMOJIS just eager to learn about wtf robotics are gnhjoagdnhjoa #they are going to be NERDS together and i love this for them ;v; #and oh goodness never apologize for taking your time!! it's quite alright <3 same here! #i was stoked to see you on the dash again btw!! hope you're doing well! <3

[magnifiico]

my favorite dynamic is sensible and powerful women putting mags in his place (especially when he gets a little too silly)

ty have a good night ♡

#˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 ooc 》 #listen obviously i love this dumb idiot but that's the thing #Dumb Idiot sometimes needs someone to either gently be like “honey no” #or dropkick him across the kingdom for his shenanigans #and general >:3c-ness #but yes pls rest assured i am always cheering for mags getting a tasty helping of humble pie #it is MORE than deserved and i applaud the characters who take him down a peg #ya'll are doing the work of like every god in existence #anyway !!! waves quickly and blows the dash a kiss before i catapult into bed #much love for you all! hope the rest of the week treats you well! <3

[magnifiico]

A placid smile maintains his good nature—and certainly a trace of pride—while his guest proceeds to compliment him with ease; accustomed as he may be to the adoration of his people, an extra gravity weighs on that given to him by someone with more knowledge and thus an understanding of what his actions entail—of the sacrifices and efforts made all for the sake of others. He dips his head graciously, a hum rumbling warmth in his chest. And before he finds the opportunity to thank her again, she grants him a more complete answer to his earlier inquiry . . . 

Which would end up being the eventual reason for that smile to falter. Not in any lacking friendliness—in fact, some of that compassion may have solidified beyond simple formality—but in a trickle of concern that twitches on his lips. (Now, it is on his end from where the understanding comes.)

“I see,” he says at first. Nothing more. King Magnifico decides then to claim a seat beside her: far enough away to be considerate, but close enough to offer a trace of comfort without touch or sound. That is, until he steadies a breath and conjures up a softer timbre. “No words or actions can ever truly . . . heal loss like that. I suppose I’ve been luckier, in that regard; we face our fair share of suspicion and fear from the small-minded, but the intentions of my magic have always calmed those negativities too quickly for anything to come of them.”

His gaze skirts sidelong, and he twists his torso to face her. “While you are here, I hope you know you are welcome as you are. You’ve nothing to fear from my people.”

Agatha spends a few more moments looking around the room, taking in the sights to see. Perhaps she should take decorating tips from him the next time she settled down somewhere for a while, liven up the space she inhabited. At least, on the surface level. Wherever she chose to conduct her otherwise witchy business was always going to look the same. She finally settles her curiosity and finds a place to sit down, hands now coming to rest comfortably within her lap.

❛ I’m certain nothing I or my ancestors have done compares to your abilities, Your Majesty. How am I not to fawn over your power? It’s just so grand. Granting all those wishes truly is no easy feat. ❜ A polite smile is given. Agatha supposes she could talk some about her former coven, save for their deaths at her hands. ❛ I was in a coven of witches, you see. My mother was the head of this coven, I grew up in it. I learned all my magic from them. We were like a family, keeping one another safe and keeping our magic in line. ❜

There's a pause, the woman now feigning sadness. ❛ I'm afraid they all fell victim to witch trails. I lost them, one by one. How awful it is to lose the ones you love, don't you think? ❜

#differentcentury #˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 v: magnificent king 》 #˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 prose 》 #aaaand he's fallen for it x'D yknow ??? no one said he was particularly intelligent #and she's a good actor so >w>; #go off and wrap him around your finger gorl u-u you got 'im

[magnifiico]

" you can purchase whatever you need for your little implement collection elsewhere. i am under no obligation to sell to buffoons like yourself. "

@hexja || and the catty cats go off u-u

“My, what an interesting way of saying 'Your Majesty, I don't currently have those items in my wares' or 'Oh dear; my knowledge doesn't quite extend to that. Deepest apologies for my negligence and dare I say ignorance.'” No, of course he's not upset. Or petty. Or far too eagerly meeting the woman's insolence with his own flair for drama and (were his queen here to comment on the behavior) petulance.

After all, he's smiling. His arms are folded neatly behind his back. His chin raised. His brows quirked.

Really, what could possibly be considered rude about his behavior?

“What a pity.” To truly sell this demeanor, his lips somewhat purse: oh, indeed, his expression radiates that very word he's expressed, though easily written off as genuine and certainly not condescending . . . to the simple-minded. “I'd been led to believe your skills were . . . Hm. Let's just say I may have overestimated, and that is hardly your fault.”

#hexja #˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 《 answered 》 #i'd like to take this moment to formally apologize for this brat :) #he is truly a POS when circumstances lead to it #bUT i do appreciate you and anyone else putting up with him ;A; #tharja is hilarious and wonderful and i'm so stoked to see you and her on my dash T~T #she has a right to destroy him and i encourage it so please go off #i will be eating popcorn and watching on the sidelines ngahjodghna