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GIVEAWAY WINNERS!
Phew! So this took longer than expected, mostly because I had finals and totally forgot. But I’m pleased to announce that the winners of my 300+ Follower Giveaway are...*drum roll*
FIRST PLACE: murroyilodel ( fully-colored drawing of muse to be used in a promo graphic )
SECOND PLACE: kingofthiieves ( line-art drawing of muse )
Thanks a lot to everyone who entered! If you won, please message me to claim your prize!
Skepticism was s c r i p t e d along the h e r o' s features;
Ocean irises glowering with equal s u s p i c i o n-- Regardless of the distance sprawled before this presence, that attire was more than recognizable... Definitely worth questioning; adorned JUST like the thieves he recalled Aladdin p r e v i o u s l y mentioning during his last visitation.
( A little too fleeting to judge, but it couldn't be helped. )
“Hey you!” With gloved palms cupping each side of his aperture, the words slipped-- out of his own control.
“Keep starin' at the Palace like that 'n' people are gonna start thinkin'!”
♔ kingofthiieves stepped into the L I G H T
kingofthiieves
He is impatience, he is v e x a t i o n. Solid he stands, arms crossed. he struggles to maintain p r o p e r composure. The glove he wears to cover the price he’s paid for magic is different--he still has yet to reclaim his magic after the last and final showdown with Agrabah’s irksome heroes. Thus is the reason he stands before the stranger, overlooking with a level gaze.
The stranger’s stance is regal, haughty even. Though to the necromancer any that don’t show all but the utmost servitude are considered obstinate beyond repair. He can see little of the stranger’s face, c o v e r e d as it is. Obscuring cloak is held together with a symbol near familiar-- a h a n d. Perhaps he read of such symbol in one of his books; obviously something that held l i t t l e import to the sorcerer if so e a s i l y dismissed. He admired the others choice in clothing; arms unwrapping to smooth over fabric of similar regal blue.
“ So you’re the infamous King of Thieves. I’ll admit, I was expecting m o r e... flair. ” He l i e s; he admires the simplicity, it held enough ‘flair’ of its own. One more dazzling he’d be in doubt of, a thief whose gold glittered upon their being would have judgement clouded by greed. A thief too plainly clothed, threadbare and poor, too clouded by poverty. Such a fine line. “ I have a j o b for you. ”
[ your birthday is on 4/20 & I am forever jealous. @v@ happy YOU day!!! u came outta the womb 21 years ago, today, YAAAAY! party till you're purple. olive juice SOOO much! ilu ilu ilu mwah ]
KASU!!!!! my ACTUAL cupcake!!!!!!! thank youuuu ~ ~ i can’t believe im THIS super old ehehe ;;; i looooveeee you thank you for this!!! ya know it took me like ten thousand years to figure out why you were talking about OLIVE juice. 8′) 21 but mentally like 90
[ i don't have any cool rhymes or romantic poems to perfectly express how much I love thee??? your entire blog has me in awe. your writing makes me drool. phillip has never been cooler. it's all bcuz of you. precious thing you. ]
anonymously (or not) tell me what you think of my character portrayal.
now i know i say this TOO OFTEN but Kasu the fact that YOU’RE telling me this is ridiculous because like ive said so many times before your range of muses is ridiculously varied. you can do a bunch of characters WELL, so YOU approving of ME is a really really really big deal. now i COULD be the emotional nerd i am abt this but i dont wanna make ur cheek too wet w ALL MY KISSES. anyway thank you. this is sososososo appreciated and makes me feel GREAT. ily so so so much ya dork.
Inspired by this meme
“Don’t touch her, you filthy jackal!”
Both Razoul and Alanna were surprised by the deep voice, and both stopped to look up at the speaker. Razoul still had his meaty fist around Alanna’s thin wrist hard enough to bruise, but neither was paying attention to that. Only to the man in front of them.
“A-abba?”
“Oh? And who’s this little streetrat to you?” Razoul sneered, unintimidated by Cassim’s imposing figure or the command in his posture and voice. Of course, the sound of Razoul’s voice jarred Alanna back into the present, and she started trying to pull out of the captain of the guard’s grip again.
“She is my daughter,” Cassim growled, stalking over to them and grabbing Razoul by the collar of his vest and pulling him so they were eye to eye. The guard released Alanna in shock at the thunderous fury in the older man’s eye, sending the young woman tumbling to the ground. “And if I see you lay a hand on her again, you will lose much more than that hand.”
“So the streetrat has family after all, eh?” Razoul sneered again. “You better make sure I don’t catch her stealing again, then, got it?” he snapped, jerking himself out of Cassim’s grasp.
“Are you all right, alilun jawaher?” Cassim asked quietly, helping Alanna to her feet. She could see and hear his concern, and he was careful to grasp her forearm instead of her bruised wrist.
“I’m fine, Abba,” Alanna replied, sounding a little annoyed and jerking her arm away once she was on her feet, but she could see the hurt her father tried to hide. She wasn’t an ungrateful brat, just unused to being protected without her protector wanting something in return, so she quickly wrapped her arms around Cassim’s waist and hugged him, resting her head against his chest. “Thanks for helping me,” she whispered, meaning it with all her heart.
' Don't touch her! '
((Omigod, I love you right now! I’m actually in the middle of writing a drabble based on this meme, but that doesn’t mean I can’t answer it! lol))
Send “Don’t touch them” to see my muse’s reaction to your muse defending them against a physical threat
“Abba?” Her surprise was quite evident in her voice as Alanna looked up at Cassim’s back from where she’d been thrown in the dust. He’d put himself between her and the guards–not Razoul this time, oddly enough–and she could tell from his voice and the set of his shoulders that her father was not happy at all. She was shocked, to say the least. Sixteen years of fending for herself, and now, all of a sudden, she had someone protecting her again.
' That's not true. I am not obsessed with treasure. '
“Oh really?” Alanna asked, crossing her arms and leaning against the wall. “And what exactly did you leave us for, Abba? Why did I find myself an orphan at eight instead of a girl who still had her father around to share her grief and support her and keep her off the streets? To keep me from ending up as a girl who doesn’t trust people my own age and older because of what happened to me after Amah died? What was that for, then? You’re the King of Thieves. Of course you’re obsessed with treasure. While I only steal what I need to survive.”
