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The bonds we have with those close to us, keep us connected always. affiliated aladdin with citta-alveare  

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Nobody → Citizen

He’s not accustom to getting mail in this world, so when a package arrives, it catches the magi off guard. Eagerly, he opens it to find a strange, piece of equipment and a note attached to it, congratulating him on becoming a citizen. The confusion clear on his face is never masked, as fingers tap against the keys in order to figure out just what this is. 

“A...shellphone?” No, not a shellphone, but something akin to it for sure. And what was this texting? Best try it out.

 [text: all contacts ] h wo does this work it’s me all dinner

Wait....that didn’t look right. Time to panic.

[text: all contacts ] I MEANSDJI

And there it goes, flying out of his hands. Goodbye, cellphone.

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okay, also this “what-if/future” image is just really cute??? part of it is my biased juhaku heart (as always), but I love that Judal & Hakuryuu are still right there next to each other, Hakuryuu has long hair, and Judal appears to be wearing his super edgy priest robes from back in the Belial arc :D

also, why do Alibaba and Morgiana seem to have so many children, that’s just…too many…. (I don’t understand kids I’m sorry I’m just lost here okay)

but yeah I’m weak for this sort of thing so I’m just gonna stare at this and be incoherent and silly about it for awhile!!

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Hi again everyone! (‘◇’)ゞ

This time it’s a little different. This was a request by @fuon-yuuki! This is about the Magi series with the characters Aladdin and Kougyoku. I don’t know much about the series as I haven’t read/watched it, so if there is anything that seems wrong with the dialogue, please let me know what you think would be the right way for me to edit it! (Tried to do some research as well as reading what the original artist wrote, but I still can’t help feel that I might be awkward in their speech!)

Source: し、しんでる | Title: アラ 紅 (AlaKou)

As always, visit the original artist! (This time it’s from twitter, so follow them if you like but it’s going to be a lot of posts in Japanese only usually)

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levitersora:

Last time… well, last time, his heart was the one that made the wish upon a shooting star. That was a roller coaster full of questions and emotions, but something his heart will never forget. “Same with me. Though, I guess it would apply to this wish too.” For whomever Xion was, an important person to Roxas, to be happy.

“Heh, aren’t we not suppose to tell? If we do, then our wish won’t come true.” Of course, Sora was just teasing the other just a bit before giving a wide smile. “I honestly just wish for everyone to find their own happiness. Thinking back with everyone I’ve met, I feel like something was missing. Even if I don’t know the specifics, you can’t really go wrong with your own happiness. Guess it does sound kind of silly.” He couldn’t help but laugh lightly at himself.

“What about you Aladdin? I told you my wish, now it’s your turn.”

“Huh??” Could it be? Could they have really made the same wish? It sounded like it, and judging by what he knew of Sora’s character so far, it was very likely. There’s similarities that he had picked up on with their first encounter; ones that reminded him of a dear friend. It had brought him comfort then, and it would now. So to hear they’d wished for the same thing...well, it made the magician smile. Though, something tells him Alibaba’s wish would involve treasure of some sort along with it.

“Hey! You stole my wish!” It’s a tease, and the smile on his face is a clear give away. “And I don’t think it’s silly at all, it’s great! People deserve to be happy, and as long as it’s not endangering the lives of others, then I want to wish that for them!” 

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ersatzsun:

“No, it’s…” She covers her face with her hand, nausea rising within her stomach. “…the plants hanging everywhere, they have some sort of mind-altering effect…” If she went outside again she ran the risk of passing beneath another. She would have to teleport, but with her head swimming like this she wouldn’t be able to focus. Her other hand joins the first, pressing on her eyes as she breathes in and out, trying to quell her disgust.

“Plants?” He takes a quick look around, and comes up empty handed. This city was strange, yes, but mind-altering plants? It’s certainly something he’s never heard of, and the thought of getting to study one excites the magi. What kind of magic must that possess? Mind control was something he’s familiar with seeing, so to get to study a plant that possess that power...well, Aladdin would be thrilled. There’s a more pressing matter, though and as he watches her, his brow furrows. “Miss Gwyndolin, I think we should get you some fresh air. I’ll make sure there’s no plants around, promise.” 

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stonefacedchief:

     ⇀ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴏ ɪᴅᴇᴀ, ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴏᴏʀ ᴋɪᴅ. Lin watches as he drops the smile, expression growing increasingly blank while hers remains rigid like the rock she couldn’t move. Was it still stealing if he didn’t know what he was doing? Yes. But also, no…? There had been essays written about this, and Lin knew them well. Intent, guilt, liabilities - it was a long list with a host of discourse to match. In any case, this boy wasn’t culpable. Not unless he was acting, though Lin dismisses the thought.

“Last I checked, fruit needs to be bought, ” she says gruffly, waving away his little peace offering. Reaching down to retrieve a small coin pouch, Lin takes a few of the gold pieces and weighs them in the palm of her hand. Handing them to the placid shop keeper, she selects an apple and takes a bite, proving she wasn’t entirely opposed to the kid’s suggestions.

“So they’re sweet and free at home. Why is that?” Although the subject matter grows lighter, Lin has an easy time at keeping her stern - though not unkind - demeanor. It would have been different if the boy were rude. But he wasn’t; in fact, he seemed to be trying his best to be polite and Lin couldn’t fault him for that. Respect was hard-earned and too often neglected by those his age.

Another bite of the apple. “Were you royalty?” Lin suspected the experiment negated any sort of title like that when it threw all the participants together in such a strange city, yet maybe it helped the cittazens cope, holding onto some piece of their past lives.

He watches her carefully, making note of his advice succeeding. It brings a smile to his face to see her grab the fruit, and makes for excellent conversation...had it not been for her questions. 

Royalty, was something Aladdin had always found strange. Though he was considered the prince of Alma Torran, one couldn’t be royalty to a lost world, now could they? Being a Magi wasn’t considered royalty, at least what he thought, but it was more akin to it than just normal ranking in society. In any given case, Aladdin never cared for titles. As long as he could protect the world he loved and the people he cared about, then he could be given any title that society deemed fit. 

“Not exactly,” He takes another bite of the watermelon, taking the time to enjoy the sweetness as it passed his taste buds. “I’m a Magi. We’re not royalty, but in my world, we’re important I suppose.. Important enough to get free food at least!” 

He takes a look at the shopkeeper, noting the irritated features that ran across his face. It’s clear they’re not welcome to mingle for too much longer, but just where would they go? Aladdin didn’t know, but if this woman was new, perhaps he could show her what he knew of the city. 

“Though it wasn’t always free to me, I just got lucky when I first arrived to meet someone nice enough to let me eat all their food.” Others would tell that tale a bit differently, but what this lady didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt her. “Miss, I think we should go. Would you like to take a walk with me?”

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Cheerful though naive, you almost want to forgive this talented young airbender for stealing fruit from the markets. It’s not entirely Aladdin’s fault that he doesn’t know the in and outs of Republic City just yet; the Southern Air Temple strikes a sharp contrast, especially if you’ve spent all your life studying Air Nomad culture and how to make the clouds in the sky look like a flock of birds chasing one another. 

He’s in tune with his spiritual self, though at first only managed to achieve connection to the spirit world when his friend Alibaba was brought to the Fog of Lost Souls and needed his help the most. At a time after Harmonic Convergence occurring, it was surprising how little the spirit world had been explored but perhaps that just made Aladdin’s adventures in this realm all the more exciting. After experiencing much of the dangers the spirits had to offer, Aladdin realised he had so much more to learn about the mortal world, too. Pro-bending, the newest Satomobile, theatre: all things Aladdin would watch with eyes widened in fascination once he got there.

The idea of royalty held little weight among Air Acolytes and airbender monks alike, so Aladdin’s striking resemblance to a lord long gone didn’t grant him the privileges he would have otherwise been able to take advantage of in the other nations. This never really bothered the airbender, there’s not a greedy bone in his body - unless food is involved. Republic City tempted him with watermelons, yes. And knowing its citizens, he could probably pay for them by entertaining using his quirky airbending techniques. 

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rukhism:

  《۞》⁓ Widened oculars peer with intent at the smaller being, who’s presence was felt immediately upon arrival. Despite their well-documented rivalry, Judar didn’t anticipate ever reuniting with the other magi–at least, not under the same conditions. Whilst his hope had gradually subsided towards ever escaping the city–nor did he desire to actively look for outings–he felt a subtle restraint. His subconscious mind curbing his impulsive tendencies, unraveling balled fists and quelling his nigh unparalleled bloodlust. An impending rematch could wait. There were dire questions that he felt compelled to ask the prodigal sorcerer of creation.

“I’ve been here for several years now, shorty,” nonchalantly stated, keeping orbs fixated on the boy’s movements. However, this Aladdin wasn’t necessarily as ‘short’ as the ones he’d met in Hive City. Not one for formalities, Judar spoke rather candidly. “…yet you’ve been able to remember our previous encounter. Doesn’t that tell you something, Aladdin? That this reality we exist in is far greater than meets the eye?” a moment of silence as he gathered his thoughts.

“Say, I never got the chance to ask.   I’ve been told that you are responsible for Hakuryuu’s ‘redemption’.   Is this true?”

Greater isn’t the term he would use. Though he’s met and made new friends, the lack of power he’d been given was concerning. Especially now that he knew Judar had been dragged in. Something tells him that he should have picked up on this long before now; that the abnormality of masses of black rukh should have caught his attention. There’s no room to discipline himself about that now, as the next few words that fell from Judar’s lips took him back.

Redemption. Could he mean...Hakuryuu’s depravity? Or perhaps the ex-emperor in general? They’d spent time together yes, and in that he’d seen Hakuryuu change, but redemption? It wasn’t possible - or at least it wasn’t when he had left. Black rukh didn’t seem to disappear entirely from a person. It’s then that he remembers the promise he’d made to Mogamett all those years ago.

To find a way to change black rukh back into white. 

He clutched the staff in his hands, eyes narrowing in on the other magician. “He’s changed, but not in the way you’re talking about.”

“I haven’t figured out how to bring the rukh back from depravity, but I made a promise that I would, and I intend to keep it.” 

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rukhism:

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@levitersora​ | continued from here!

In all honesty, he hadn’t thought this through at all. Part of his wanted to be selfish; to ask for certain things that had become lost to reappear, but that wouldn’t do at all. No, he’d wish for something everyone would like, and that would be that. Happiness, seemed to be just that. If he could wish for everyone in the world to find their own happiness, then that would be enough, even if it was impossible.

Nodding, he turned to Sora with a bright smile. “I did. It’s a little different than the last time I wished for something, though.” 

“I know you’re not supposed to tell, but what did you wish for?”

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The snow fell gently around them. Some like Echo were enjoying the view in the park, phones out and clicking photos. Others scooped the snow up in their hands, shaping snowmen and reinforcing their forts. One stray snowball whizzed past her, causing Echo to look up from the photo she was examining on her “smart phone”. 

A group of children ran past, icy weapons in their hands. Seeing another snowball fly, this time towards a stranger, Echo raised her voice in a rare occasion. “Watch out!”

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Snow had never been something Aladdin cared for. It was beautiful, yes, but left him cold and wet for the most part. With it’s opposite, he could achieve much more and only have to worry about the heat of the sun beating down his back.

Still, that didn’t mean he couldn’t try to enjoy it, and that, was what this stroll was about. The sound of laughter filled the air as people of all ages began to take advantage of the fluffy, frozen water. It’s tempting to join them; to build snowmen and throw snowballs just like any other kid his age. Just as he was thinking it over, a voice rang through his ears.

Watch out!

Those words alone sent him into a panic, and immediately, the golden barrier of his borg was activated as a precaution. As the snowball hit against it, he let out a soft sigh. “Thanks mis–” Oh no. Everything seemed to be put into slow motion, and if he didn’t act soon enough, she’s share the same fate that he just dodged. She was close enough for him to body block, but the power of his borg wouldn’t nearly last that long. So, Aladdin did what he had to do. As the snowball inched closer, he stepped in the path, taking it directly to the bare skin of his neck and immediately feeling the wave of cold that came with it.

Even through the cold, he smiles warmly. “I guess fate wanted me to get hit by one after all, didn’t it? Are you okay, miss?”

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themagehero:

“Try looking at it from my perspective. A stranger approaches you quietly. They don’t even try to make conversation; just stare. They even try leaning on you. When one connects the dots it feels suspicious. I hope you can learn from it and not do it again.”

Some people in this city weren’t quite so understanding. Daylen hoped this would save Aladdin from future trouble.

“Oh, that’s my stave resting on my back. I’m glad you didn’t lean into it instead. It lets out cold air and is rather solid. Winter’s Breath here helps me to cast spells.”

The Warden takes the stave from his back, now holding it out with his right hand. If they had been curious then they could’ve just asked instead.

All of that advice falls on deaf ears the moment a staff is mentioned. The excitement rushed to his expression, even before the other had explained what powers it possessed. So it was a magic tool as well then? Which meant one thing - this man had to be a magician. Ah, how Aladdin wished he’d had his own staff to show as well. Though it couldn’t spew cold air, the vines on the very tip of it could expand and grow with just the slightest bit of life magic. 

As he admired, he turned to the man with a curious look. Questions, about people, about places, about anything, was something Aladdin excelled at, and this certainly wouldn’t end now.“Does that mean you’re a Blue Magician, mister?”

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invisiblize:

Cole is quite glad to be acknowledged, even more so to hear a reply to his advice. He walks companionably beside the teen, not feeling vulnerable in the least. The stranger has a kind voice, he trusts that.

❝Oh.❞  Disappointment is heavy in his tone as he murmurs the word. Far away places wouldn’t usually deter the spirit, but seeing as they were trapped to an odd city, he isn’t sure how to sound optimistic. At the very least, he can answer the other’s questions.

❝Yes, my mind is taking a walk as well.❞  he nods in solidarity. Even if his own thoughts are easy to chase after, the fact of the matter is that his thoughts revolve around other people. To name the most important of people would be to name anyone in need of compassion.

He mulls over his answer for a moment and allows the silence to creep upon them, if only for a short while. It takes little time for him to turn his gaze toward the stranger once more, his expression strained as he searches for the right words.

❝I think I’ve caught up with it now.❞  he waits a beat, looking at the other expectantly while still allowing him to analyze those words. Only when he suspects the boy is close to understanding does Cole lower his head, voicing his suspicions.  ❝That far, far away place is bothering you, isn’t it? I can help… but we have to stay here and fix it.❞

There’s silence in the wake of his words. A numbing silence that Aladdin feels goes on for far too long. Hesitation is the first emotion to come to the magi. Is his own world, any talk of Alma Torran would have raised suspicion or confusion - but what about here? He doubted people knew of it, let alone cared.Yet here this boy stood, proving the latter wrong. 

Though, he wouldn’t say he cared about that world just yet, but there’s certainly something in his voice. It leaves Aladdin curious, enough so that he’ll accept this help. 

Besides, he’d rather spend an evening with a friend than alone with his dreams again. 

A smile tugged at the magician’s lips, showing approval. “It’s been bothering me for years, but I haven’t told anyone about it.” The most he’s shed on his former home was the fate he had suffered all those years ago, and that, was to stop it from occurring in his world. Even then, it had been announced late and had earned him a severe scolding from his best friend. 

Where should he start, though? It’s hardly something that can just be jumped right into. Maybe the dreams - if that’s what he could call them - those would be perfect. The expression he wore turned solemn, as feet traveled to the nearest railing. Though it was overlooking nothing more than a dimly lit park, Aladdin felt comfortable enough to speak. 

“I have dreams...of this place, but I don’t think they’re dreams at all. More like memories, I guess.” A pause, as he tries to find the right words. “When I was granted the Wisdom of Solomon, it came with memories too. Of Alma Torran, of my father and mother...Ugo. Sometimes I dream and see them all. The memories I was given before were dark and showed the ending of a civilization but these dreams...they’re happy.” Absentmindedly, his eyes turn to the hands on the metal railing, watching as the skin on his knuckles tighten as he continues. “I can’t tell if they’re just dreams or if they’re...real.” 

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