#☯ the princess's reflections

[mireume]

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[princewished]

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The final scene where Aladdin has one wish left and uses it to set Genie free, 1992 or 2019 version.

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                                                           1992 Is this how a heart feels when it’s breaking?

Gazing at Jasmine’s face, he knows that the misery he sees there is a reflection of his own. He can feel the grief of it seeping into every limb; it pulls him down into icy, dark depths, a familiar ball and chain. Tears gather in her eyes, and Aladdin dips his head towards her, watching her devastation and wishing he could soothe it.

As though reading his mind, Genie pipes up from behind him. “Al, no problem, you still got one wish left! Just say the word and you’re a prince again!”

With a last lingering glance at Jasmine, Aladdin drops her hand to turn to Genie fully, the ache in his chest swelling. “But Genie,” he manages, “what about your freedom?”

“Hey,” Genie says with a modest little shrug, “it’s only an eternity of servitude. This is love.” Gently, he reaches out and pushes Aladdin and Jasmine together, heedless of the way Aladdin is wincing. “Al,” Genie says, “you’re not gonna find another girl like her in a million years. Believe me, I know, I’ve looked.”

Jasmine’s face betrays her. Hope blossoms, warm and tentative, her eyes brightening with trust. Trust, the same trust he’s demanded of her time and time again, the same trust he’s somehow managed to keep intact until now. 

For a split second, he’s overwhelmed by desire, a hot flood of wonder overtaking him. He could have this; he could have this and have it be permanent. He could have the truth and the princess, the best of both worlds, everything he could have ever dreamed of and more.

... But he’d still be living the lie.

The desire fades. The wonder goes cold. And, as he knew when he’d opened his eyes at the very ends of the earth, he knows what his decision is.

His surety doesn’t make this any easier. The crack in his chest widens, a cavern opening, sorrow in its purest form. In that moment, he knows it could only be heartbreak, for only that could hurt so badly and still be the right thing.

“Jasmine, I do love you,” he tells her, reaching out to take her hand, to stroke one perfect cheek, to let her gather him close one last time, and watching as the hope fades from her eyes. Everything is agony. Everything is as it should be. “But... I’ve gotta stop pretending to be something I’m not.”

The sadness on her face is forgiving, and that’s what makes it the worst thing in the world. She presses her cheek to his palm, brows creasing with her own grief, and says, with painful tenderness, “I understand.”

He closes his eyes, swallowing the lump in his throat. Takes a deep breath. Then, voice strong, he turns to Genie. “Genie, I wish for your freedom.”

“One bona fide prince pedigree coming up,” Genie grins, moving with flair. Aladdin can see the moment the words hit him: Genie freezes, fake grin dropping, shock replacing it. “What?”

“Genie,” Aladdin says, beaming as he thrusts the lamp forward, “You’re free!”

The lamp vibrates; floats in midair; heats up. Magic overtakes Genie, his shackles clattering to the ground. The lamp follows, hitting the floor with an innocuous, metallic clang.

Reverently, Genie picks it up. He’s so stupefied that it takes denying Aladdin another wish to fully allow the truth to sink in.

The joy that succeeds this is infectious, and Aladdin’s heart, a heavy thing, lifts to see such happiness. Genie’s laughter is jubilant, his elation impossible to contain as he bounces around. Words stream from him like a dam burst, the dreams of ten thousand years finally able to be realized. Free at last and off to see the world.

Off to see the world.

The pride of keeping his promises is still there, still present, but a shadow lurches in front of it, that ache in his chest flaring again. Aladdin has seen so much; gained so much. And yet somehow, he knows with absolute certainty that when he goes back to his life he’ll feel lonelier than ever before.

Genie’s chatter abruptly stops. It takes Aladdin a minute to realize it’s because Genie has spotted his face, and as he musters a smile he gives a self-depricating huff of laughter, trying to blink the mist from his eyes.

“Genie?” he says, and it comes out small, bashful. He runs a hand through his hair, unable to shake his sudden emotion, the way his voice warbles traitorously. “I’m gonna... I’m gonna, miss you.”

“Me too, Al,” Genie says, voice soft and semisweet. He sniffles, sinking to put his hands on Aladdin’s shoulders. “No matter what anybody says,” he promises, tears in his eyes as he draws Aladdin into his arms, “you’ll always be a prince to me.”

Tucked against his best friend — the first person to believe in him, to treat him as something other than dirt, to bother looking closer and who liked what he saw — Aladdin sniffles and smiles. He’s unable to articulate how much this means to him.

Not around the feeling of his heart breaking.

                                       ______________________

                                                           2019

This is how a heart feels when it’s breaking.

“You don’t need to thank me,” Aladdin says, gently removing the Sultan’s hand from his wrist. Very carefully, he doesn’t look at Jasmine; he doesn’t think he could bear seeing her and still have the strength to say what he needs to. “But... I hope you accept my apology. I’m sorry, to... the both of you.” Summoning the dredges of his courage, he turns his gaze up at her, drinking her in — the tears in her eyes and the strength on her face, the way her sadness saturates the air around her.

His heart makes his mouth move, quiet and earnest. “Especially you. You deserve... so much.”

“We all make mistakes,” Sultan Hamed murmurs. It’s a benediction, a plea on Aladdin’s behalf, and though he appreciates it, he doesn’t deserve it. Instead of gracing it with an answer, he turns to go, unable to stand the way his chest quivers.

“Aladdin?” Jasmine calls, then hesitates.

That’s okay. She doesn’t have to say anything. She’s been so brave, so kind, so true throughout all of this. The least he can do is be brave for her now. “I hope you find what you’re looking for,” he says, the hurt in his chest the heaviest chain he’s ever had to bear, and she looks at him for a minute, dark eyes wide and knowing. Then she nods.

It’s clemency. With it, Aladdin can go in peace.

Well, almost. He still has one bit of unfinished business.

Plucking the lamp from the ground, he makes his way up the steps to where Genie waits. This is how a heart feels when it’s breaking: it's the emptiness in his chest and the weakness in his limbs, the way grief makes a warm nest beneath his ribcage. His heart is breaking, split two ways, neither for himself.

Neither for himself.

“Ah ah ah, no long faces, a'ight,” Genie tuts, and the tone is just light enough to bring a reluctant smile to Aladdin’s face. “I got an idea, all right? This is your last wish.”

Unbidden, his eyes seek out Jasmine. Jasmine, still beautiful, radiant even after everything, a light in the dark. His heart would call out to her if she didn’t already possess it; all it does now is throb lightly, a reminder that’s warm with sorrow and love.

“... riff on that a little bit!” Genie is enthusing. “All right, here’s what I’m thinking!”

The idea is laughable, and that’s its intention — to make Aladdin laugh, to lessen the blow of losing her. Aladdin smiles skeptically up at Genie’s grin, unwilling to be swayed but grateful for the attempt.

“No? Okay, all right, I hear you loud and clear, all right, but this is what you need!” With a puff of blue smoke a thick scroll appears in Genie’s hand, unraveling to reveal itself a mile long. “The governing laws of Agrabah by royal decree, okay, aaaaand yeah, here it is!” Genie stops at one scribbled portion, stabbing a finger as he reads. “’Must marry a prince’. Right? But you say the word and this law just kinda, like, goes away.” Genie waggles his fingers for effect, excited by his own solution. “And then you and the princess are in it, together, forever.”

Aladdin glances at Jasmine again, but only lingers for a moment. Hope sparks, sputters, and dies all in a single instant. He knows what the right thing to do is. 

Even still, he’s curious; wants to know... well, just to know. “You can just make the law disappear?”

“Pfft! Please,” Genie scoffs. “Like it never existed!”

Aladdin does smile, then. He can’t let Genie down, especially after all of this. Genie didn’t even make mention of his freedom. Maybe he thought Aladdin forgot about it, even after everything. As though Aladdin doesn't owe everything to Genie — his love. His life. 

Never had a friend like him.

Genie takes his silence for agreement. “All right,” he says, grinning and rubbing his hands together. “Last wish, let’s get it.”

Last wish.

Aladdin’s smile widens. “Okay,” he says, and huffs a breath, nervous in spite of himself. “Last wish.”

Last chance. 

He’d never take it. He knows now he was never going to. Genie was right about wanting more with the more he had, but Aladdin was right, too, at the very beginning. That’s not me.

That’s not Aladdin; that’s Jafar. And look at where it got him.

“Genie,” he starts, and Genie cracks his neck, puffing up, grinning, still grinning; happy for Aladdin in the way Aladdin once accused him of not being.

“All right, I’m ready, here we go!”

“I wish...”

“Third, and final wish!”

“I wish,” Aladdin says, and his heart, split in two, both halves beating for two different people, settles. “I wish... to set you free.”

Genie takes a deep breath, arms spread — and falters.

“What?” He frowns. Then he stares with open-mouthed confusion as his shackles unclick from first his left wrist, then his right. His boggled mind seems to finally catch up with what’s happening; as the magic around him fades, he looks to Aladdin with wet eyes, shrinking until his feet are on the ground, morphing until he’s back in his human form. A disguise no longer.

“Wait,” he whispers, befuddled, looking from his bare arms to Aladdin and back. “Am I...?” 

Aladdin gently smiles at him.

“Wait,” Genie insists. “Wait, wait, wait, um. Tell me to do something.”

“Uh,” Aladdin flounders. “Get me some jams.”

“... Get it yourself?” Genie winces. When nothing happens, he throws a dawning smile Aladdin’s way. “Get your own jams!”

The smile dims, falters. Genie tilts his hands, an invitation, and Aladdin seizes it: he lurches forward and shoves himself into Genie’s arms, hooking his chin over Genie’s shoulder and squeezing. Genie’s broad hand rubs his back, up and down, and he has to bend to fold Aladdin entirely into his hug.

“Thank you,” Genie whispers, wrecked. “Thank you.”

Aladdin blinks away the wetness in his eyes. “No,” he corrects with another squeeze. “Thank you, Genie. I owe you everything.”

He presses his lips together to stop them from quivering, bites down on his tongue, and when he pulls away he’s tentatively composed, at least enough to smile again. Trying to go for some levity, he reaches out to punch Genie’s arm. “What are you gonna do now?”

Genie looks around helplessly for a minute, at a loss. Then his eyes find Jasmine’s handmaiden, and the way his expression softens tells Aladdin everything he needs to know.

“Well, there is this handmaiden,” Genie says, starting forward, “who I would love to travel the world with.”

And, as Genie and Dalia paint the brushstrokes of their beautiful future together, Aladdin looks down at the old oil lamp in his hands, turning it over and running his fingers along the design. His best friend’s prison, now just a pretty trinket. Another little memory, like Jasmine’s hairpin tucked safely in his pocket.

He’s a thief, and so says nothing when he goes, stowing the lamp safely beside the pin.

And then he allows himself to hope, just a little bit, that they might come after him to get those items back. After all, he has nothing to lose.

[royaletiquette]

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Munday Q's oops i fucking forgot about this but i love you still

Fondest role-play memory, between muses?

Been going off about it a lot lately but I love any and all interactions between Shitsuo's and Delic's that Hibi gets caught up in. Mainly. Mainly because i don't ship characters ever really but fuck do I cry over their precious love triangle.

Fondest role-play memory, between muns?

Answered here but I can give another instance! Their blog is no longer active but Hibi was married to a princess muse (literal years of development in that) and her mun and I would gush over 1997's Titanic LOL. Many an au's imagined. The memories and just romance associated with that movie still makes me so happy.

An OC you created that you are proud of?

No OCs really. I'm horribly excited for my next d&d character though, that's really been on the back burner for a while cause it's a new DM. But she is a warlock with Gargauth as her patron that needs to pretend to be a sorcerer for their pact. I am excited for her party to break that pact and become a barbarian because of it lol.

A trope you catch yourself falling back too often?

All I can think of is I unfortunately love making naive characters lol

What drew you to the character you currently play? What types of characters are you generally drawn to? // Greatest challenge to writing your character?

both answered here

A head canon someone else has inspired you to adopt?

Oh easy~ @elusivetune once commented in a thread how Hibiko may be dressed casually in the city, but still had an air about her that made it obvious she was out of her element. Things about her mannerisms were innately foreign no matter how hard she may try to blend in. And that really helped give a lot of thought to how she interacted with people in the city! She was a very new muse still at the time I remember that. As well as how Hibiya contrarily can blend in with little effort.

What sort of information do you like to see on someone’s role play page that helps you determine whether or not you would want to write with them?

Oof. So long as there is a rules and easily readable bio page. Personally, I love a bio to be like a brief description of who the muse is, then the option of reading more details of their history and such. To go to the bio and be hit with three pages of history is very overwhelming. Or the opposite where a paragraph is all their is. I'm sure the mun has lots in their head, but it makes the muse feel very flat.

Are there parts of your own personality that you reflect onto your character? How do they work?

Hibiya's clumsiness in relationships. Even with muses like Alison where in their verse, they've been together for a few years, he's very awkward still and barely understands how to be romantic. A bit of something that hardly comes into play usually, but Hibiko’s ability to daydream for hours on end. 

Spread some love: mention someone you’ve met that has influenced you or your writing in a positive way, and explain how.

I’ve been attacking her a lot lately but I can’t explain how excited I was to find @illdivine still active and well. I love her and her writing and her muse so much. Reading her shit always makes me feel like I need to add more details in my writing and play with sentence structure. 

[chukazanmai]

Magi Verse Tags

To keep track of tags for this verse in case I create too many and end up forgetting them:

Characters

☯ queen of the seven seas [magi! kagome] ☯ king of the seven seas [sinbad] ☯ soul with a similar past [ja’far] ☯ azure moon reflecting in the sea [magi! towa] ☯ like a butterfly on a purple moon [magi! setsuna] ☯ shiny forehead [aladdin] ☯ wonder idiot with fire in the soul [alibaba] ☯ beloved sister back at home [magi! jun] ☯ iron fist fanalis [morgiana] ☯ stubborn imperial princess [kougyoku] ☯ blue dragon flying across the skies [magi! tasuku]

Relationships

☯ connected by magic and the kou empire [ren & kagome] ☯ maybe i need you the way the moon needs the sea [ren & towa] ☯ like a warm blanket on a cold winter day [ren & aladdin] ☯ the lightning and the fire [ren & alibaba] ☯ you are always in my mind [ren & jun] ☯ a bond of martial arts and loneliness [ren & kougyoku] To be added...

Relationship tags for sinbad, ja’far, setsuna, morgiana and tasuku

[novxai]

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I pull the latch to the backyard basement doors with all my strength..”Ughh Fuck.” I grunted. Agitated. The handle wouldn’t fuckin budge. I let go of the latch sighing in defeat. I skimmed the backyard thoroughly when I came across a small window below an air vent of the condo. I snickered and squeezed my thick ass through the window quietly & slowly trying not to break anything or make any sounds. It was lit up but no one was home. My rage started again as the thoughts of him fucking and sucking on that slut poured into my head.. The betrayal I feel inside me motivated my revenge. I wanted blood but no one was home to give it up. I balled my fists & rolled my eyes in frustration, in that moment I decided to burn this shit to the ground. He was playing with my head😂… You muhfuckinn Right I’m Triggered…

I walked through the halls and came across his beautiful bathroom and.. oh my goodness that amazing mirror I loved walking past. It was tall, round and beautiful. I glanced at my reflection and flashes of him and his lover sensually exploring each other’s bodies in this very room boiled in my mind. “ I gotta get the fuck outta here “ I said angrily. I smiled sinisterly into the mirror, took out my phone and raised my 9mm to it. After snapping a pic I pulled the trigger and that glorious twenty thousand dollar mirror cracked and shattered into pieces.

“ Damn that felt good.” I thought to myself turning to leave only to meet his eyes burning into mine. I struggled to keep my composure as he slowly walked up to me, his eyes never leaving mine. So cold. Dark. Dammit. I didn’t hear him come in. I must have blacked out.I looked around the bathroom and from the looks of things my thoughts were confirmed. He was scary.. I raised the gun to his face and he stopped walking and gave me THAT look. All my thoughts of putting a bullet through him came crashing and I just wanted to fall to my knees in front of him. Fuck! Don’t fall apart VIHA. You got this! “ Hey princess, we need to talk.” he said in a stern yet calm voice. I knew he was angry, but he didn’t want to stur me up anymore than I already was. I melted as soon as I heard the words. This was it, he had me, FUCK. “ ok daddy.”

[mireume]

looks like my gay gothic horror will be slightly delayed. apologizes. i'm trying to fix stuff for a prewrite of a chapter in a merlin bbc fanfic atm. once that chapter is wrapped and done, i'll prewrite on my bi-curious romance and then corpse consort is next on the list.

just so we're all on same page about things. 💖

[mireume]

wrote some on my kiko short story today. if my calculations are right, the rewrite is complete in 6 more chapters. we're already almost halfway (is updated up to chapter 3 + prolog right now). if i'm effective the chapter should be up the next few days.

corpse consort's next chapter i'll work on after it.

[mireume]

will hurry up and write my short story chapter today. been about a month since last update. because the whole story is a rewrite, i can pull this off easily. my gay horror story (corpse consort) will take longer to update since heavier material i'm dealing with.

[mireume]

should finish corpse consort chapter 5 within the next few days. just one scene left and it's ready to go.

[mireume]

i'm attempting to find the right mood for this chapter. it's corpse consort after all, and it requires me in a certain headspace. horror gay isn't easy as it looks.

[mireume]

been prepping my bi-curious romance today. since my short story is almost halfway and complete. this romance lgbt+ story will be ca 35-46 chapters in total when done.

[mireume]

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