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Hmmm....for a muse that could come in mind, I might pick a possible Kaiju muse, like Godzilla or King Kong. Who knows.

scrapped headcanons / accepting / @hastolead

One of my scrapped headcanons for Elsa revolves around her hair, specifically her hair color. I had the bright idea that Elsa’s hair would change to brown—the same shade of her mother, Iduna—should she ever lose her powers for whatever possible reason. I had chosen brown in order to match her mother’s hair color; it felt like the right choice. This idea, while nice-looking, was scrapped because it felt impractical because her magic—even fading magic—is so tightly intertwined with her. She was born because of her parents and their love for each other, but it’s clear there is more to her than her mortal flesh.

Think about it: Ancient, mysterious magic is written into her very essence. She cannot lose something so old and mystical; if she does “lose” it, then it will merely be suppressed…for better or worse. Do I still like this headcanon? Yes, obviously; how can I not like this idea of a more mundane-looking Elsa looking like her picturesque copy of mother?

@hastolead asked: ❝ Is there birthday cake? ❞

"Of   course   there   is!"   Rapunzel   laughed,   giving   a   soft   shake   of   her   head.   "It   wouldn't   be   a   birthday   without   CAKE!   Right? 

i think i'll answer these for my most active muses rn !

1. what color do you associate with your muse?

ELSA :

polo blue and prelude [purple]

NIMONA :

cinnabar and burnt umber

ROSEMARY :

shocking [pink] and persian plum

MOTHRA :

shakespeare [blue] and jaffa [orange/yellow]

2. is there a song that reminds you of your muse ?

elsa : unbreakable by keiino nimona : tantrum by ashnikko rosemary : the contortionist by melanie martinez mothra : jericho by iniko

9. best scene featuring your muse ?

Send a 🥬 to throw a cabbage at Zuko.

The first cabbage struck Zuko square in the chest with a dull, wet thump. He staggered half a step back, blinking, then a second cabbage sailed through the air and smacked into his shoulder before bouncing to the sand below.

Zuko turned sharply just in time to see Sokka crouched behind a strange contraption of wood, rope, and springs, grinning ear to ear.

“Introducing—” Sokka threw his arms wide, nearly knocking the device over. “The Cabbage Catapult! Patent pending.”

Zuko blinked again, not sure what part of this he was supposed to respond to first.

Sokka was already cranking a lever. “See? No sharp projectiles, no fire, no metal! Completely renewable. Cabbages grow back. Bam! You disable your enemies —and compost the battlefield!”

Another cabbage launched straight at Zuko’s head. He ducked just in time, the vegetable splattering against a nearby rock.

Zuko’s eyes narrowed. “Sokka.” His tone was flat. “Stop.”

Sokka was too caught up in his sales pitch to notice. “Think of the possibilities! Non-lethal! Environmentally conscious! Totally marketable—” The next cabbage never made it. A sharp burst of flame from Zuko’s palm incinerated it mid-air, scattering charred leaves. Zuko exhaled slowly through his nose, arms crossing.

“…If you launch one more cabbage at me,” he said coolly, “I’ll show you my eco-friendly defense system.”

Sokka froze, hand on the lever. He coughed, offering an awkward smile. “Uh… point taken. Prototype still needs a few adjustments anyway.”

Zuko shook his head, already walking away. “Spirits. How do I keep letting this happen?”

@hastolead asked: ‘you didn't have to go out of your way to take care of me.’

"I'm   not   going   out   of   my   way"   Rapunzel   insisted,   finger   rising   to   silence   him.   "I'm   doing   this   because   I   WANT   to.   Besides,   I'm   a   healer   ...   healing   is   literally   what   I   do!   How   could   I   turn   away   someone   who   was   injured?"   gently,   she   helped   the   warrior   sit   up,   sympathy   gleaming   in   those   emerald   eyes   of   hers. 

FEAR. The thought thundered in her mind in an instant--almost mockingly, found herself immediately seizing up; her muscles tensing up, her knuckles turning into an ugly shade of white with her fists balled. Kuvira was glad her back was turned the other way, facing anything BUT the older man’s face. Such a cowardly act of hers, one of which she’s greatly disappointed herself of feeling--and yet, there is no denying at the fact (he’s RIGHT) that whatever she is feeling is fear.

     She’s AFRAID.

          AFRAID of the UNKNOWN.

     AFRAID of what’s going      to come NEXT.

         AFRAID of FAILURE.

She stepped into this business--ignorant and naive, NOT knowing what she had got herself into and only learning through the ugly horrors and the reality of war. The years of living in Zaofu have CLOUDED her, only then after being free from her birdcage did she truly witnessed the INJUSTICE that goes further than what the Red Lotus had done...what the Earth Queen...what the UNITED REPUBLIC had done. And she must repair their mistakes and the wrongdoings they’ve ALL done.

     A responsibility weighing HEAVILY      on her shoulders.

The years of living in poverty and corrupt rule shall be no more. She will lead her people to glory with a future they can hope and strive for. And fear has no room.