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HI, I'M ALADDIN. OH, I HAVE A MONKEY AS A BEST FRIEND. HIS NAME IS ABU. I'M ALSO THE PRINCE OF AGRABAH.

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Pals||Aladdin & Genie

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At the response, Aladdin raised an eyebrow, only to be frightened by the loud sound of concrete crumbling to the ground. His eyes widened with shock, and he turned around as if looking for a culprit, or a reason for the building’s sudden destruction.

His mouth agape, he looked up at Genie, “G-” He started, shaking his head, “Genie!” He walked towards the rubble and picked up a piece of what used to be, watching it turn to dust in his hand and fly away with the wind. Noticing a few children looking at the pile of dust, Al approached them, putting a hand on their shoulders and squatting down to their level, “Hey, go play, alright?” As he stood the children ran off and started a game of tag to pass the time.

“Genie!” He shouted, “You’re going to fix this! Even if it was ‘slated for destruction’, you can’t destroy buildings in the middle of the day, that’s dangerous!”

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Genie tented his fingers and whistled innocently to himself. Oops. Here he wanted to add a little humor, and he’d gone too far. If he had a gold coin for every time that had happened…

“Say no more, pal ‘o mine.” Snap! “One children’s hospital where the old building used to be. You know… in case somebody was hurt. It didn’t happen, Al! You know I’m careful about these things. I wouldn’t hurt a fly.” He began to sob. Al really seemed made at him. He was turning into a blubbering, blue mess, crying into Aladdin’s shoulder. “I’m… I’m sorry, I’m just so emotional right now. Do you forgive me, Al?”

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Al watched as the new, bright building rose from the ashes of the previous, glowing all anew. He sighed, his arms crossed over his chest as he turned back to Genie. He noticed the wrinkles in his face turn, and the blue of his skin just turn blue-er.

He stood still as Genie engulfed him into a sobbing, messy hug. Al rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around Genie, “C’mon bud... don’t cry now.” His voice was softer than before, quiet and calm, “Y’know I forgive you, but you just- It’s really dangerous when you do stuff like that- I used to live in building slated for destruction, Genie, what if I had been in there and you just blew it up?” He pulled his way out of the hug and stepped back, “Just think twice before you do things like that, okay, bud?”

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Diplomatic Duties | Prince Ali and Prince Charming

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Aladdin smiled widely as the Prince appeared. He watched him bow before him, and without knowing what else to do, bowed as well, hoping it was the right move. 

When it come to being taught how to be a prince, the classes were limited. He was told by the Sultan and staff of the castle small proper things to keep in mind, but as far as he could tell, Agrabah royalty was rather laid back compared to some of the princes and princesses he had met. They were all so proper and polite, that Al always managed to feel like he was doing something wrong.

At the gesture Al sat down, crossing his legs rather awkwardly. Was that a princess thing to do?

He looked up at the, well, rather charming prince, a smile still on his face, “Tea would be nice,” He said, “Food would be nice, as well. It was a long, snack-less trip,” he laughed, “Although the weather was nice, and Carpet tried his best to avoid turbulence.” 

He looked at the table before him and around at his settings, taking in the decor of the castle. Most castles he had been to were so lush and extravagant, and as beauty as his castle was, he felt the stone walls to be improper for royalty. 

“How has everything with you been, Prince Charming?” He asked, “How is the kingdom?”

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Charming laughed along with Aladdin. He poked his head out the door and asked one of the servants to bring the snacks that were already being prepared in the kitchen, along with the tea. As he returned to the table, he took a seat. “I’m glad the weather was pleasant. And..carpet?” Charming had heard of the flying carpet, but never saw it himself. “That must have been an interesting journey.” I’ll have to ask about it later. Charming was intrigued by the flying carpet, wondering how it worked and how it could..fly.

“I’m well, thank you, and Charming or Khristopher is fine, really.” Charming gave a shaky laugh and ran a hand through his hair. “Ella is good, and my father’s health seems to be improving, so that’s good news. He’s incredibly stubborn.

“Business within the kingdom seems to be going well. We haven’t had to deal with too much, but we’d certainly like to boost our relations with other countries.”

The prince recounted the conversations he had with his advisers about everything that was going on in the kingdom. It was his duty to understand and take care of the major objectives, but he enjoyed hearing about the ‘minor’ details as well, helping where he could.

“And how about you, Prince Aladdin? How are you and Princess Jasmine? Agrabah?” Charming raised his ankle over his knee and leaned back in his chair.

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“Every journey is interesting with Carpet! Why would I travel places by donkey or horse when I have a flying carpet that doesn’t know how to avoid turbulence,” He spoke his last words in the direction of the carpet, who was laying on the grass outside of the window, rolling around. Al laughed, turning his head back towards Khristopher.

“I’m very glad to hear about your father, Khristopher, the Sultan and Princess send their condolences. We meant to write sooner, but Genie decided to not take any of the mail to the post men, and nothing got sent out.” 

“Jasmine is beautiful, as always, wrapped up in her own little thing.” He smiled, missing his wife. Although he had only seen her a day or so ago, it seemed to get harder to go longer and longer without her, “Agrabah is doing very well, the economy is rising as we’ve opened trade with more countries, and using the funds from our exports to learn and gain more resources to deal with. We’re attempting to modernize, but it’s going to be a very slow process.”

“About that, actually,” He continued with a smile, leaning forward slightly, “I came today, to talk to you about how your Kingdom runs in terms of employment and technological advances? When, and how did you start to slowly change the Kingdom towards something more present?”

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Aladdin comes up behind Hercules and attempts to pinch his bicep, "You look like someone stuffed pillows in your arms!" (Welcome to DRP!!)

Hercules jumps at the contact and swings around to face the other man, careful to not accidentally hit him in the process. Hurting others was never his intention, but due to his strength it happened more often then he’d like.

“Hey, woah!” he said in surprise. “I’m used to fan girls jumping me but this is new. And yes, I get that often.”

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“Did it hurt?” He asked, pinching the stranger’s arm before smiling, “Getting the pillows in your arm? Or maybe they’re not pillows but some form of cushion… Hard, hard cushion.” 

Al smiled, reaching a hand out to the stranger, “I’m Aladdin!”

Hercules rose an eyebrow, not one hundred percent sure if this guy was serious or not, but he took the hand offered to him and gave it a firm shake. 

“Uhm, no… I’m Hercules,” he said, drawing back his hand and putting his hands on his hips, puffing his chest out in a heroic pose. “Son of Zeus and the strongest man on the earth.”

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Aladdin felt his shoulder shift as the strong, cushioned man shook his hand, and he winced slightly in pain. When free from the hard clench, he moved his hand to his shoulder, rubbing it slightly in an attempt to stop the sore pain.

“Strongest man on Earth?” Al asked with a smile, “That seems like a really bold statement to say, friend... Who’s Zeus?”

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Oh, Wise Sultan! || Aladdin & Belle

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“I really want to learn multiple languages, y’know?” He sighed, stroking the velvet book, “It seems like something a prince should know. I could come to France and read their signs and newspapers and novels- Or Chinese, English- Welsh!” He exclaimed, imagining himself traveling across the world, soaking in the knowledge of the culture and their literature. He could bring home books and foreign articles to Jasmine and read them to her. He could have a child one day and read them stories in Japanese or English, and even Arabic.

He looked at Belle as she explained how she learned to read, and he smiled, “Your father sounds like an incredible guy,” He could picture a small, brown-haired Belle sitting at a small wooden table, a big book spread in front of her as she sounded out the words to herself, whispering as to not wake her father and get in trouble for being awake so late, “In Agrabah education is only provided for those who had the time, and the money to go. It is very rare to go to school, especially one that happened more than once a week. Though, education would cause the nation to bloom, as it is now, most citizens are either selling their wares or working a manual-labor job, anything more than basic math isn’t necessary. We have a few doctors in the Kingdom, but they all learned their trade in other nations, leaving at a young age to pursue a dream their families couldn’t afford. They would come to the Sultan asking for the money to travel across Europe, and the Sultan, being the wonderful man he is, always gave it to them, never asking for a dime back.”

“Unfortunately for me, I didn’t have parents to ask the Sultan for money, nor did I have an understanding of what an education could really bring to the world.”

“Which is part of the reason I came today, Princess. I wanted to ask if you would come to Agrabah and teach some of the children. Teach them about different cultures, different languages.”

“It is known far and wide how wise you are, and how well you can communicate your knowledge with others. It would be an honor to have you come to the Kingdom and teach the youth- Even the adults.” 

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The sadness in her eyes accumulated as Aladdin spoke of the lack of education in Agrabah and how deeply he wished he could of learned. Belle was so thankful, more so than ever, that Papa had put the time into helping her learn to read and educating her in science and some of the other ways of the world. She could barely imagine what life must be like in Agrabah, and Aladdin’s description made it sound as though it really needed help. Belle fell silent, her lips not saying a word as he spoke, and as it drew on she could barely look at Aladdin, because she might cry at his story. Once he popped his question, Belle’s eyes finally flickered up in questioning. 

No one had ever just come for Belle. Of course people came from everywhere to speak with Adam and get a glimpse at the commoner who stole his heart, but no one had ever just come for her. Belle let her right arm fall down in the thought and occupy itself with rubbing the fabric of her dress back and forth between her fingers. After an initial pause, Belle finally began to formulate words. 

“I don’t quite know what to say,” Belle began, every word being almost its own sentence with the pause between them. She brushed a piece of stray hair behind her ear before continuing. “I would have to talk to Adam,” her words began to pick up in pace as she found what exactly she wanted to say. “I could not imagine a greater cause to join, one that helps people like that. How long would I need to stay in Agrabah?”

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Aladdin ended his proposition with a smile, not wanting to manipulate the Princess into making a decision due to her pity for him. He wanted her to come to Agrabah because she wanted to and wanted to experience teaching, not because she felt bad for the Kingdom. Sure, it was a pitiful sight in terms of education, but even if Princess Belle declined the offer, Aladdin was sure he could somehow manage to improve the education system.

He smiled wider when her face lit up, “Oh that’s great!” He said, glad that she seemed excited, “You could come and go from Agrabah as you please, Princess. You can use Carpet at your will to return to your Kingdom whenever you please. The ride isn’t as long as you’d think- Carpet doesn’t follow the speed limits” Al chuckled, anxiety slipping away from him as the mission he was sent to complete had reached it apex and was an actual possibility. 

“Agrabah would be more than thankful and lucky to have such a brilliant mind teaching our youth, Princess.”

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Aladdin comes up behind Hercules and attempts to pinch his bicep, "You look like someone stuffed pillows in your arms!" (Welcome to DRP!!)

Hercules jumps at the contact and swings around to face the other man, careful to not accidentally hit him in the process. Hurting others was never his intention, but due to his strength it happened more often then he’d like.

“Hey, woah!” he said in surprise. “I’m used to fan girls jumping me but this is new. And yes, I get that often.”

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“Did it hurt?” He asked, pinching the stranger’s arm before smiling, “Getting the pillows in your arm? Or maybe they’re not pillows but some form of cushion... Hard, hard cushion.” 

Al smiled, reaching a hand out to the stranger, “I’m Aladdin!”

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Oh, Wise Sultan! || Aladdin & Belle

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Al stepped up to the shelves and ran his fingers across the spines of the books, wondering just how paper and ink could hold the values and thoughts of authors and writers, and create universes and worlds they came up with. Sure, he knew words had a lot of effect on everything, but writing them down on paper and passing them around the world always amazed him.

Whatever Al knew he had learned from word of mouth. The stories he knew, the facts, the good, and the bad, he had learned everything from either experience or being told. It wasn’t that he couldn’t read completely, for he knew a few letters and words in Arabic, but he wasn’t fluent enough to read a book, or article, or even write something down.

He felt ashamed of his lack of education. The princes and princesses he had met had always been so smart, and witty, and knew so much about the world, as if they were born with everything already programmed in their heads. Yet, here Aladdin was, 19 years old, still trying to figure out how to read and where exactly England is.

“Is reading French hard?” He asked the Princess with a slight frown on his face. He loved learning new things, but he hated getting so frustrated that he wanted to give up, “I mean- I know it sounds really dumb… I’m a Prince and I can’t read, and I can barely really write, either. If I need to write a letter, I usually have Genie do it, but one time he wrote some really foul things to the Prince of Corona, and I had to have Jasmine write him back explaining the misunderstanding. So now Genie doesn’t write my letters anymore…” He trailed off as a book with a bubbled spine caught his attention. The texture was soft and velvety, and it was bright emerald green. He picked it up and stroked the cover, “How did you learn to read?”

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“French is not too hard. It can be for sure, but only if you are close minded,” belle smiled gently. “The trick to language is not always thinking that it has to be the same for every language. Every language, even French, has its own rules and words, and you just have to be open to understanding it.” Giving a soft laugh at his story, Belle studied Prince Aladdin. 

Belle took a step closer to Aladdin has he picked up the copy of The Princess and the Frog. Belle smiled, remembering back to the countless lessons her Father gave her. It was on rare occasion that someone asked her how she learned to read, as Belle reading seemed like such a natural movement, one that someone would possess since birth.

“I learned to read because of my Father,” Belle explained. “None of the schools that Papa could afford nearby would take a girl, so Papa took it upon himself to teach me. Once I learned to read simple words, it took off from there.” 

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“I really want to learn multiple languages, y’know?” He sighed, stroking the velvet book, “It seems like something a prince should know. I could come to France and read their signs and newspapers and novels- Or Chinese, English- Welsh!” He exclaimed, imagining himself traveling across the world, soaking in the knowledge of the culture and their literature. He could bring home books and foreign articles to Jasmine and read them to her. He could have a child one day and read them stories in Japanese or English, and even Arabic. 

He looked at Belle as she explained how she learned to read, and he smiled, “Your father sounds like an incredible guy,” He could picture a small, brown-haired Belle sitting at a small wooden table, a big book spread in front of her as she sounded out the words to herself, whispering as to not wake her father and get in trouble for being awake so late, “In Agrabah education is only provided for those who had the time, and the money to go. It is very rare to go to school, especially one that happened more than once a week. Though, education would cause the nation to bloom, as it is now, most citizens are either selling their wares or working a manual-labor job, anything more than basic math isn’t necessary. We have a few doctors in the Kingdom, but they all learned their trade in other nations, leaving at a young age to pursue a dream their families couldn’t afford. They would come to the Sultan asking for the money to travel across Europe, and the Sultan, being the wonderful man he is, always gave it to them, never asking for a dime back.” 

“Unfortunately for me, I didn’t have parents to ask the Sultan for money, nor did I have an understanding of what an education could really bring to the world.”

“Which is part of the reason I came today, Princess. I wanted to ask if you would come to Agrabah and teach some of the children. Teach them about different cultures, different languages.”

“It is known far and wide how wise you are, and how well you can communicate your knowledge with others. It would be an honor to have you come to the Kingdom and teach the youth- Even the adults.”

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Aladdin looked at the small Tinker-fairy resting in his hand, and a frown curled on his lips. He sighed, “You need to sleep sometime.“

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“I can’t,” Tink said and shook her head. Her eyes were droopy and cloudy from lack of sleep and her wings drooped from exhaustion as well. She was exhausted, but there was no time to sleep. Her latest invention needed to be finished by tomorrow. 

“If I don’t finish this, then the fairies can’t come here to change the season and that will be really, really…” she trailed off as she yawned. “Bad.”

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“But Tink,” He sighed, a finger pushing a piece of blonde hair out of the fairy’s eye, “You’re exhausted…” Biting his lip, Aladdin attempted to think of a solution. How could Tink both sleep and finish her invention in time for the fairies to come and complete the seasonal change?

“I can do it!” He said with a loud smile turning his lips, “Just tell me what I need to do, and I’ll do it! You can sleep, and I can finish the invention! Then the fairies can come, and it won’t be bad!”

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Tink looked up at him and wrinkled her eyebrows. “You? Finish the invention?” she asked and couldn’t hold back the laugh that escaped her lips. She clapped her hands over her mouth to silence her laughter. 

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him…well…she just really didn’t think he could do it. But she was so tired that…maybe he might as well try….

No…she couldn’t let him.

She shook her head. “No, really, I’m fine. I can…” she trailed off into another yawn. “Do it. Really, I’m fine.”

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“I mean,” Al started, “I would sleep for you, but I don’t really think that’s how it works, and I’m not really sure how fairies work, but I think they need sleep like humans do- It can’t be healthy for you to stay up for so long.” He relaxed his hand as she sat in it, wanting her to be as comfortable as possible.

“You’ve been working on this for days, and I really think you should sleep. C’mon, Tink,” He showed her a crooked smile, the same one that won Jasmine’s heart and showed off his charismatic nature, “I’m a prince, I freed a genie and defeated Jafar, I’m positive I can finish a little invention for the seasonal change!”

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♟: Patching up a wound

Honey Lemon didn’t really question why this prince had a gaping wound on his arm, she just sat him down and rushed quickly to the bathroom where she kept her first aid kit. 

Getting it set up was the hard part. As she took out the hook needle and tied the thread around, she couldn’t help the wave of nausea that racked her stomach. Dang it, I’m a chemist not a doctor! 

“I uhm … okay this may hurt a bit I’m sorry…” Honey stuttered, placing a slender hand on his arm before dipping the needle in. 

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Al’s eyes shut tight as the needle appeared, and he bit his tongue in an attempt to hold in any noise that so terribly wanted to escape. His breathing grew heavier, and he tried his best to remain calm.

“Uh,” he muttered, hoping making conversation would allow the pain to hurt a little less, “S-so, what do you do again?” He cleared his throat, his eyes still squeezed tight.

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Looping the needle in a second time slowly, Honey’s eyes shot up at his question, concentration changing to a smile. “Oh, I’m a chemist!” she chirped happily.

A little too excited though, Honey realized that she had yanked the thread through quickly. Gasping in surprise, the chemist ducked her head slightly between her shoulders in apology. “Oops-! I-I’m sorry…”

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Aladdin’s whole body became stiff as a board as the thread tugged, hard, at his sensitive skin, and a squeak came out of his pursed lips. His muscles tightening caused him to sit up straight, only adding insult to injury and causing more pain.

He forced himself to relax, although his arm felt hotter than the sand in Agrabah and started to throb. Fearing fainting he exhaled, “A chemist?” He asked with a voice higher than normal, ignoring her apology as he understood the accident. He didn’t blame her, and the excitement in her voice and eyes made his heart swell with caring, friendship, and admiration, “What exactly is that? I don’t think we have those in Agrabah... Although we might. Maybe we call them something different?”

He looked down at his arm and noticed the thick red blood dripping from his wound. His head got lighter and the chair he was sitting in started to feel like a cloud. He closed his eyes once more, “Do chemists have the ability to make the room stop spinning?”

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I can’t figure out how to get the old way to reply to threads and I downloaded xkit and the new stylish thing please send help xoxo bec

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Diplomatic Duties | Prince Ali and Prince Charming

Aladdin lay flat on Carpet, as the purple and blue magical phenomenon led the Prince across Europe, to a country he couldn’t quite remember the name of. He wasn’t sure if it was France, for that Prince was Prince Adam- But maybe it was England, or somewhere beside there. Carpet was always told where to go, and never gave Al the chance to get distracted and end up, in say, Asia.

Though, Al would love a chance to go to Asia. He’s heard many stories of luxurious fabrics and savory foods, and creatures from the ocean they cook, and he never even knew existed. In his defense, he had only seen the ocean very few times, as he came from a very hot, sandy region.

He smiled at the thought of eating fresh fish caught from the ocean, flavored with exotic spices and cooked in a way he, nor the Sultan, could ever imagine! His mouth watered with excitement, and he wondered if he could cut his trip to the unknown-located kingdom short and take a detour to Asia and get dinner.

A golden tassel ripped Aladdin from his daydream with a slap, and he sat up quickly, noticing the puddle of drool he left on Carpet, “Sorry,” He chuckled, wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his white, prince outfit. Flapping the tassels once more, the carpet lowered the Prince to the ground, leaving him in front of a huge, white castle with a blue roof- Two colors Al liked very much.

He straightened his outfit and stood tall, approaching the front gate as Carpet desperately rubbed itself on the grass in an attempt to remove the cooling drool.

Two guards looked Aladdin up and down, standing still and not opening the gate, “Uh,” The Prince spoke, looking up at the tall guards, “I’m Al-” He cleared his throat “Prince Aladdin from Agrabah. I’m here to speak to Prince Charming regarding private diplomatic policies.” 

Instantly the guards’ eyes opened wider and apologies spilt from their tongues at a mile a minute. They opened the gate, and allowed Aladdin access to the pretty palace.

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Charming prepared for his visit with Prince Aladdin. They were to discuss private diplomatic policies, and Charming of course wanted to have this discussion, it would benefit both of their kingdom’s, but today..today he simply wasn’t in the mood. Perhaps it was because he didn’t get a good night’s rest. Maybe the stars weren’t aligned properly. He didn’t really know, but he knew that this had to go through.

The room for the discussions had been cleaned and polished, dusted. It looked like perfection. He remembered when he used to sit under the chairs rather in them, watching as his father would work and speak with delegates and nobles, working through deals and agreements. In Charming’s eyes, his father was an amazing man. He could only hope to live up to his expectations.

He gathered his thoughts. You have to focus, Kit. You have to focus. As he shook his head, he was alerted of the prince’s arrival. He shuffled the documents on the table into place, straightening and flattening them. They contained the ideas he had, what him and his advisers had discussed would be best. This meeting would be conducted by him and Prince Aladdin.

Charming had heard of Aladdin’s triumphs, freeing a genie, coming from the streets and living in the palace, breaking free of the Sultan’s evil adviser. He couldn’t help but think of Ella, of the love of his life, coming from modest means into a palace, being expected to be the perfect princess and doing as she was told. It was such a change, so he could only imagine that Aladdin had gone through the same.

The doors opened, and it was time to begin. “Welcome, Prince Aladdin. I hope the journey wasn’t too terrible?” Charming bowed as the prince from Agrabah walked in. He rose and gestured for him to take a seat. “May I offer you something to eat or drink? Tea perhaps?” His smile was on, just as he was taught.

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Aladdin smiled widely as the Prince appeared. He watched him bow before him, and without knowing what else to do, bowed as well, hoping it was the right move. 

When it come to being taught how to be a prince, the classes were limited. He was told by the Sultan and staff of the castle small proper things to keep in mind, but as far as he could tell, Agrabah royalty was rather laid back compared to some of the princes and princesses he had met. They were all so proper and polite, that Al always managed to feel like he was doing something wrong.

At the gesture Al sat down, crossing his legs rather awkwardly. Was that a princess thing to do?

He looked up at the, well, rather charming prince, a smile still on his face, “Tea would be nice,” He said, “Food would be nice, as well. It was a long, snack-less trip,” he laughed, “Although the weather was nice, and Carpet tried his best to avoid turbulence.” 

He looked at the table before him and around at his settings, taking in the decor of the castle. Most castles he had been to were so lush and extravagant, and as beauty as his castle was, he felt the stone walls to be improper for royalty. 

“How has everything with you been, Prince Charming?” He asked, “How is the kingdom?”

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For Munday: Why did you choose your muse?

Out of character:

I choose Aladdin for the simply reasoning that I can relate to him. He was always the underdog and looked down upon, although no one ever got to known him and understand him. In my life, people always judged me for my appearance. From a young age I was always heavier, I had broad shoulders, big hands and feet, and appeared intimidating. Through this people always decided that my looks declared I was rude, mean, scary, etc. For a long time people refused to be my friend, although I am caring, gentle, sensitive, and strong. Although we are looked at differently, I always felt for Aladdin.

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// ❥ - a childhood memory

“Hmm,” Al hummed as he thought of a childhood memory.

“The first time I stole something,” he started, “I was six years old. My mother had been gone for over a week, and the food we had in the small, old house was gone. I hadn’t eaten for two days and my stomach was in knots. I remember crying due to how hungry I was. I would lay on the floor and wonder if she was coming back, but something inside of me knew she was gone for good.”

“I left the house around noon- The markets had been opened for a few hours, and the streets were packed with people buying and selling. I was small, no one paid much attention to me, thinking I was just a boy whose parents were shopping and liked to get in the way.”

“I could barely see over this old man’s cart that was overloaded with big, juicy oranges. When I saw the fruit from a distance, my stomach started to untwist and my mouth water. Slowly I walked towards the cart, hiding in front of it, low so the man couldn’t see me. I reached a hand up and gripped an orange, pulling it down before realizing I had made a mistake.”

“The oranges stacked on top all started to fall down, covering the floor and hitting me on the head. I filled my arms up and started to run, fleeting the market. The man was shouting for people to stop me, but no one was listening because they were all too busy, and the guards couldn’t spot me dodging through the large crowd.”

“I made it back home, but there were people outside. Someone told the guards no one had been home for days, that my mother hadn’t been seen around town, neither had her little boy. The money for the house hadn’t been paid to the owner.”

“I hid two houses down from the guards, listening to them talk as I ate my oranges, stuffing my face, one after another. I didn’t even bother to peel a few of them, just biting into the rind and chewing it. I couldn’t taste the bitter flavor over how good food felt in my mouth and stomach.”

“Well,” He cleared his throat, “In the end, the house ended up being rented to a different family, and that’s when I started to live on the streets and got better at stealing.”

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♚ - a memory of something paranormal "I don't know. Does anything come to mind, Al?"

“Paranormal?” Al reiterated, biting his lip in thought. Suddenly a memory crashed into his head.

“When I first moved into the palace,” He started, “I was very nervous to be around Jasmine and the Sultan. Y’know how I was, Genie, anxious and afraid to touch anything cause I might break it.”

“Well, it was one of the first nights I slept in the palace, after the actual wedding. I was so tired- I had found my father, you rebuilt the palace- It had been a crazy week. I remember laying down in bed and instantly falling into a deep sleep. I don’t know how long I slept, but what felt like seconds later, my room lit up with a white glow. I assumed, of course, that you had done something to wake me up, and I said ‘Genie, go back to sleep!’, and attempted to do that myself. Yet, the white light just grew brighter and brighter, until I could feel the light- I could feel it on my skin and inside of me. It wasn’t hot, like a lamp. It was a cooling, dry sensation that made the hairs on my arms stick up.”

“I sat up,” He continued, “blinking around the room to figure out what was going on. But when I went to get out of bed, a quiet voice came from the light, a light pink colored figure emerging.”

“Now, I have to admit, I was super scared! It was sometime late at night, and a sudden light appeared in my room, and there was no cause behind it. Jasmine wasn’t in town, her and the Sultan left to go do something royalty related over night. Abu was sleeping outside, and I had no clue where you were. Yet the light appeared and kept glowing, and then someone appeared...”

“The voice sad, ‘I’m so proud of you, baby,’ and it was at that moment I realized the glow, and the pink figure was my mother. She said, ‘I always knew you would grow up to be someone special. I’m so proud of you.’”

“A wind swept my hair out of my face, and it felt like her soft hands, her delicate fingers pushing my hair out of my eyes like she always did when I was younger. I could feel her there, my mother, watching me, hugging me. By that time I was crying, and my tears were wiped away by her hand. She told me she loved me, and I told her I loved her back. I closed my eyes to blink out the tears that blurred my vision, and when I opened the back up, the room was black. The white light, the pink figure, were all gone. She left...”

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♟: Patching up a wound

Honey Lemon didn’t really question why this prince had a gaping wound on his arm, she just sat him down and rushed quickly to the bathroom where she kept her first aid kit. 

Getting it set up was the hard part. As she took out the hook needle and tied the thread around, she couldn’t help the wave of nausea that racked her stomach. Dang it, I’m a chemist not a doctor! 

“I uhm … okay this may hurt a bit I’m sorry…” Honey stuttered, placing a slender hand on his arm before dipping the needle in. 

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Al’s eyes shut tight as the needle appeared, and he bit his tongue in an attempt to hold in any noise that so terribly wanted to escape. His breathing grew heavier, and he tried his best to remain calm.

“Uh,” he muttered, hoping making conversation would allow the pain to hurt a little less, “S-so, what do you do again?” He cleared his throat, his eyes still squeezed tight.

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Memory Meme

Past experiences help shape who we are currently, how we see the world. Send in a symbol and I’ll write a drabble of one of my muse’s memories. 

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❥ - a childhood memory

♣ - a fading memory

✂ - a vivid memory

✖ - a repressed memory

✈ - an eye-opening memory

✤ - a memory that involves romance/love

☤ - a memory of death/loss

✍ - a memory of their mother

☽ - a memory of their father

♘ - a memory of their sibling(s)

✌ - a memory of a relative

↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened

♚ - a memory of something paranormal

✓ - a sexual memory

♬ - a friend/best friend memory