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@defyiisms
“Some sharks are quite harmless but they can get pretty reckless when you get on their bad side.” She chuckled. “I’m Melody! And it’s very nice to meet you, Miss Jasmine.”
“Well I think a Princess that is usually on land would not get along well with a shark. But I trust your judgement Melody.” Jasmine smiled as she bent down to her height. “Are you okay wandering around by yourself? Where is your mother?”
“Perhaps we can set it up soon.”
“I would love that, I am sure my husband wouldn’t mind you staying with us for a short time. You’ll be safe with us.”
“Merida, like the Disney princess or whatever?”
“I may sound silly but... what is Disney? She is a princess through, and very good with a bow and arrow, better than my carpet.”
“No…I mean, I was going to say if you were looking for studio space…” Deny. Deny it all. That was what the voice in the back of her head was screaming. Marketa had of course heard the rumors that the princess of Agrabah had somehow found her way to Storybrooke, but she hadn’t expected there to be a meeting between them. She had long since accepted being caught in the curse as a sign she shouldn’t try to reunite with her family, but now here they were. “This is…well, I…” she stammered, not really sure how to handle the situation. “I didn’t know you were in Storybrooke,” she lied.
“Well I am not looking for a studio space.” She whispered before looking down, finding a chair and making her way towards it, smoothing her dress before sitting down like her father raised her to sit, poised and like a Princess. She had made her way here, trying to find her family and friends, but face to face with her mother denying everything, it hurt her. Her heart split and she was away from her husband, the glue to keep her together. Aladdin was back in Agrabah, whereas Jasmine was in Maine. “You stuttered. Mother you lie. Father raised me to know when someone lies. Why haven’t you come to me? Did you not believe I was ready to meet you? When it’s all I have wanted since I got given Rajar to help heal the pain of not being raised by my mother and father.” She whispered as her face dropped, looking down as she scratched the back of her olive skinned hand. “I miss you Mamma.”
Go anon and pretend to be my character's child.
(Bonus points if you drop subtle hints at who the other parent was.)
destroy me with the feels pleeeeeeeze
{ Please ? }
The 15th icon in your folder is your muse’s reaction to being stood up on their wedding day
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It was late, and Marketa was the last one in the office, just about to lock up for the evening. She’d already done a full sweep to make sure no one was left in any of the studios. Gathering the last of her things, she heard the chime of the front door opening. “Sorry, we’re closed for the night,” she called through the open office door as she turned off the light and made for the lobby. “But the building opens at five tomorrow if you’re looking for—” She stopped mid-sentence when her eyes fell upon the visitor.
Jasmine had been questioning whether or not to walk into the office. She had been seeing her, daily, walking past on her way to the gym, trying to mould into every day life in this real world without her magic carpet and husband. Plucking up the courage, she walked into her mothers office. The only reason she knew it was her mother is because she had found books, Snow had helped her find her and now it was now or never. “Looking for you?” She asked softly as she held her jacket close to her body. “I know who you are.” She mumbled. “Snow helped me find you.”
❝Oh R E L A X !! What harm can a little bit of water do to you ?? Evidently Most of the mermaids I know have bubbly personalities. Something that you are clearly L A C K I N G.❞
“The mermaids I know can be quite harsh if you push them the wrong way so you’re lucky I am not one of them. Now let me get past and dry, I prefer to be dry and not having my clothes stuck to my body. I don’t work well in water.”
“Was this girl, a friend?”
“Yes, Merida was a close friend of mine.”
“Okay..if your sure that is your name.”
“I am very sure thank you.”
“Maybe I can Visit someday.”
“I would really like that Snow. It would be beautiful to see you.”
“You’re right, miss. And the same goes to the sea creatures. People believe there are ones that are dangerous, but they’re just misunderstood.”
“I assume they are the same, it depends on the sea creature, I personally would not go towards a shark, but I am not one that belongs in the water now am I dear? I’m Jasmine, what’s your name sweetheart?”
The 11th icon in your folder is your muse’s reaction to finding out they are actually royalty
”Thank You,Jasmine.What’s it like where your from?”
“It’s always hot, but a stunning world.”
‘ what the hell did they wear in your world?? two dimes and a potato chip?? ’
“Robes and rags, depends on if you are wealthy or not, luckily I am more for robes.”
“Well, you sure damn look like the person I am thinking of. Who are you then?”
“My name is Jasmine.”
“Snow White.”
“That’s a beautiful name.”
