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Sav | 22 | Sweetheart ❝Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.❞

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A KINGDOM COME is an upcoming, literate, bio roleplay inspired by The Sisters’ Grimm, Once Upon a Time, and The Hunger Games with an original twist on classic fairytales. To receive updates and join the conversation, track #akcrpg.

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[akingdomcomerpg]

“Seems like she’s always been a bit lost. She’s a lovely girl but who is she really: that commoner’s wife, Duke El-Amin’s daughter, the healer, or just Jasmine? She’s got everything in the world: beauty, intelligence, independence… but she doesn’t know what to do with it, or where to even begin.”

tw: miscarriage, depression

Jasmine had always been her father’s daughter, that much was clear from the moment of her birth. She belonged to him, like a trophy, or a prized possession, or a doll that sat idly on the shelf waiting for something or someone to give her purpose. Every moment of her childhood was carefully planned out, from the food she ate, to the clothes she wore, to the hobbies her parents insisted she devote her time to, Jasmine was forced to conform to her parents antiquated ideal of what a young royal should be. Born into excessive wealth, even by royal standards, the El-Amin’s wanted for nothing and lived in utmost luxury. As an only child, Jasmine was spoiled to excess and given all the attention in the world. Brainwashed into believing life under the Crown’s rule was the only way to live, Jasmine did not question the sheer amount of wealth her parents raised her in, especially after witnessing the poverty in the worst parts of the town center, far from the safety of the castle walls.

Despite her privileged upbringing, Jasmine grew to be selfless and kind, a headstrong girl with good intentions and an open heart. She sought to be a woman’s crisis counselor for those in and outside of the castle who lacked the monetary means and resources to speak up for themselves out of fear for their own livelihood and safety. She figured it was the one way she could truly give back to the community, and, opening up a safe space in the middle of the town center near the fountain, Jasmine split her time between her clinic and her home within the castle. At twenty, she finally felt as though she had found her life’s calling, as well as a way to escape the oppressive routine her parents seemed intent on forcing her into. Though the castle was home to her, she often yearned to see more without worrying what her parents would think or say. Forced into an arranged engagement herself, she was able to sympathize with the women who came to her as their last resort, desperate for escape, desperate to forge their own path in life.

Two years later, Jasmine’s life changed yet again when she met Aladdin Zaman at the winter farmer’s market. She had never seen him before but was instantly enchanted by his wit and charm. He had an easy way about him, a demeanor that screamed,“I may be a nobody by royal standards, but I am something to this world.” He represented everything she knew she shouldn’t be involved with: rebellion, danger, excitement. He was a boy plucked straight from the wrong part of town. But she couldn’t help herself. Unlike the royals with whom she had grown up with, she wasn’t concerned with what Aladdin’s occupation was or where he stood in context to the Crown. He brought danger, excitement, and thrill to their relationship where she brought stability, genuine care, and affection. They were true opposites that had found a complement in one another, and before long, began meeting in secret every night. 

It was originally Aladdin’s idea to elope. Though she was engaged to be married to someone else, she fervently agreed… and so the two ran away to the edge of the island and were married by a reverend from the island’s poorest village. When they returned, they broke the news to her family who did not take the news of her marriage well. But it was too late: Jasmine was already pregnant with a child she could not wait to have… Aladdin’s child. Distraught that nothing could be done about their seemingly wayward daughter’s marriage, the El-Amin’s were forced to come to terms with their daughter’s new husband, though they always made it clear it was not a relationship they condoned. Though they welcomed Jasmine home with open arms, they felt no guilt at shunning the father of their soon-to-be grandchild, who had also gotten in the way of the marriage they had handpicked for Jasmine themselves, who had r u i n e d their precious baby girl. 

Despite her excitement at welcoming, what she hoped would be, a beautiful baby girl into the world, Jasmine’s dreams of a perfect family were quickly dashed. Tragedy struck not more than four months into their marriage when Jasmine was thrown from a horse in a terrible horseback riding accident. Their child did not make it, and their relationship never quite recovered from the loss. The elation the two felt over welcoming a baby soon dissipated and Jasmine fell into a dark point in her life, a depression she was unable to recover from. Completely distraught over her own miscarriage, Jasmine was forced to rethink and re-evaluate everything she had ever done up to that point. Though she tried to make it work with Aladdin in the years following, the grief and the emotions became too much for her to handle. Not only had she lost the child she had so desperately dreamed of, she wasn’t sure about anything anymore– about him, their life together, or their future. She did not want what others thought of her to be defined by who she was married to. She did not wish to be a man’s wife, and craved the simplicity of her youth. She felt that maybe she rushed into things– that it was all just too soon. She had been blinded by love before, but now it seemed things were crystal clear. 

It’s been a year since their separation, since the day she broke her husband’s heart for the last and final time, but it was for the best… it had to be. The five years prior to their separation were enough to drive anyone mad, from the constant back and forth, from the arguing, to the tears, to the begging, and finally the hurting to the healing, Jasmine had enough. It wasn’t worth being in a marriage that just wasn’t going to work, no matter how much they both wanted it to, no matter how much they tried. Weighed down by guilt of breaking Aladdin’s heart, though the two are now separated, she has refused to sign divorce papers. She felt that she had already taken enough of his heart, the last thing she wanted to do was deliver him back into a life of poverty after promising a life together that she just as quickly yanked away. No, they would just separate. They would coexist peacefully. It would be fine. 

Now she spends a majority of her time involved with her work at her clinic in the town center, while simultaneously building the relationships she had neglected for so long within the castle– from her parents to her former friends to Queen Elsa herself, Jasmine is finally getting to the ‘healing’ part of the equation… though she would be lying if she said she didn’t miss the man who still legally called himself her husband. Still, life must go on, people must be helped, and Jasmine has come to realize that the only person she can really depend on for a beautiful life (or lie) is herself.

+ Free Spirited, Caring, Gracious, Independent

- Indecisive, Emotional, Moody, Rash

♔ ALADDIN♔ EX-HUSBAND

Though she will always love Aladdin, Jasmine herself isn’t sure herself where the line between in-love and love truly is. All that she knows is that after losing her child, nothing was ever the same, and everything she thought she knew was bound to change. Now the two will sometimes cross paths in the castle, and with an awkward wave, pass each other like strangers who once met on a train.

♔ URSULA♔ FRENEMY

A girl that she was friends with when she was younger, though Ursula seems abrasive to others, Jasmine has seen her at her best as well as her worst. Still, despite Jasmine constantly being there to support Ursula, it still hurts her how Ursula treats her as an inferior just to remind her where she stands. The two share a strained but also kindred friendship.

♔ BRIAR♔ BEST FRIEND

One of the friends who makes Jasmine feel most comforted, the two talk nothing of castle politics, they just have fun, whether it be sliding down the stairs in the castle on Jasmine’s magic carpet, or stealing magical items from the vault for their own amusement, the two girls are always up to something.

JASMINE EL-AMIN ZAMAN’S FC OF SHANINA SHAIK IS SEMI-NEGOTIABLE.

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[quotemadness]

Only the weak are cruel. Gentleness can only be expected from the strong.

Leo Buscaglia

[zedayacoleman]

[akingdomcomerpg]

“I still don’t understand how a woman can be so averse to others despite their fondness for her and insatiable appetite for what she has to offer. It’s as though she’s off in her own little world sometimes.”

(tw: drugs, death)

A curious child with an active mind, Alice was always a girl that was one step ahead of her peers. Taking great care to investigate anything that piqued her curiosity, Alice spent her childhood with her knees pressed into the soil, watching the worms and other critters as they made their slowly way across the patio of her family’s cottage near the woods. Everything about the world fascinated her, and she sought to know the origin of anything and everything, despite her own aversion to staying indoors and reading books on history and other boring subjects. Homeschooled and isolated from the others on the island, Alice’s childhood was a quiet one that left her room to grow at her own pace. On the outside, Alice seemed to be the perfect child. Poised, graceful, well behaved and well groomed, Alice seemed to understand the idea that,“Children should be seen and not heard,” from an early age… a precociousness settling in before she even knew the meaning of the word. A well spoken child, her parents had initially moved to the edge of the border, with the comfortable amount of gold they had saved, to escape the frivolity of town center living and to live an autonomous life away from The Crown’s rule. Though they were not ones to show open disapproval of the Crown, they certainly didn’t agree with The Crown’s self-imposed laws either. After moving to a part of the island where gold had a much higher value than it did at their former cottage closest to the town center, the Liddel’s lived in relative comfort, able to homeschool their children with ease.

Energetic and imaginative, as a child, Alice often had vivid dreams of a fantasy world, a place far away, even a different dimension entirely, from Neverafter. So fantastical were her made up stories of “Wonderland” that some liked to keep their distance, wrote her off as mad. Thoroughly convinced such a place existed, at eight years old, she would awaken with the most wondrous tales of a place where the sun always shone, where there was a rabbit hole, and a little cake that she ate that made her shrink to a weeeeeeee speck of dust. Her older sister Lorina would often remark with a loving pretentiousness that,“Alice was just being Alice, [and it was best to…] just ignore her.” Still, despite Alice’s incessant ravings of the imaginary place she called “Wonderland”, and the suspicion there may have been something o f f about their daughter, her parents ignored the bad in favor of focusing on her most redeeming qualities. As the baby of the family, Alice often got what she wanted with a good hissy fit and stomping of her feet… and somehow, always found a way to get out of afternoon arithmetic.

Not an outcast or a loner, Alice simply preferred to keep to herself, even as a child. She found others to be highly distracting and she had always been closest to her sister Lorina Liddel, who was several years her senior. Perhaps the only one intellectually on her level, even at six, Alice still found a way to keep pace with her eleven year old sister. It wasn’t until a terrible accident claimed the life of her best and only friend, a girl who, despite her scoldings, Alice looked up to and adored, did Alice’s world change and the wild notions of Wonderland finally faded away. She can still remember the sorrow on her parents’ faces as they laid to rest the eldest of their two daughters, lowering her casket slowly into the ground. She can still remember the feel of the dirt under her fingernails when she clawed at the Earth, screeching and begging the world not to take her only sister from her. Losing Lorina at fifteen, it seemed unfair to have had so little time with the one person who would go on to change how she viewed the rest of her life. The reality that life was such a fragile thing hit her like a ton of bricks, and Alice had never really been the same bright and energetic girl since.

Alice spent the years following Lorina’s death searching for a way to recover from the sorrow that invaded her bones and dug its way to her very core. The more she tried to plant her feet firmly on the ground, the more it seemed the only thing her body wanted to do was float up and away. Drinking away the pain didn’t work… neither did crying into her pillow every night from the time she was fifteen to her nineteenth birthday. It seemed that her entire world stopped, but Neverafter kept on moving… like it didn’t notice, like it didn’t care. So beautiful was the imaginary world once inside her head that Alice so desperately wished to return to it, rather than face the bleak reality of Neverafter, forced to face eternal life without her sister. Overcome with sorrow at her sister’s death, though she lost the ability to dream of Wonderland long ago, finding her way back became Alice’s only goal. If she didn’t want to live in the reality she was given, she figured that it would be much better to create her own.

It all started out with a search for sleep serums. Alice knew that as a child, she often entered Wonderland from her dreams, but since Lorina’s death, hadn’t been able to sleep soundly since. Her first mission was acquiring a good serum that would knock her out for a day at least… yes, an entire day would be perfect. But after acquiring the serum, was disappointed to discover that her dreams were nothing but darkness and her thoughts an ever moving target that refused to be pinned down. And then it snowballed to,“I want you to try this,” from the friend of a friend of a neighbor several footpaths away, who agreed to help her with her search. That was the first taste she had of Neverafter’s highly sought after and illegal drugs… but they did the trick just fine. Inducing her in a hallucinogenic state for an hour, they told her that was the best they had… and, disappointed yet thrilled over the new discovery, Alice had a new goal: create a new potion that was ten times more potent, that would transport her to Wonderland forever.

Researching all she could on the creation of magical drugs and potions, what information she was able to gather was acquired illegally and with a great deal of trouble. However, from what she knew, she was able to stitch together that there were certain species and plants that retained magic much better than others, and in combination, could be consumed in small amounts to induce magical bliss and/or hallucinogenic states. Through trial and error, not only was Alice able to create highly potent concoctions through her own specialized method of alchemy, she created an entire line of varying (not to mention outlawed) magical drugs. Some made the user enter dream states or their own personal “Wonderlands”, some allowed the user to hover above ground, and some were able to induce a state of impermeable bliss that could last for up to seven hours. Alice was only twenty two when she figured out how to create her own drugs, and what began as a side hobby snowballed to a full blown profession. Apparently it paid off to be a little mad.

It’s been eight years since and Alice has grown to be one of the most influential underground figures of Neverafter. Highly sought after by both royals and those involved with The Scarlet Hand, Alice keeps a cool distance from everyone and everything, never letting a secret of her alchemical process slip from her lips. She does not believe in lowering herself to the Black Market nor does she fear the Crown, considering how many royals constantly request her concoctions. A free agent, Alice goes where the gold goes, and does not stray until it is safely in a burlap bag between her fingertips. Though she does not agree with The Crown’s bylaws, she also refuses to be under anyone’s thumb but her own… including Red, a woman with whom she shares a complicated but mutually begrudging respect. Composed, regal, and with a strong head for business, despite those in Neverafter’s desire to woo her to their side, Alice remains securely in the middle, unfazed so long as her business thrives.

+ imaginative, elegant, perceptive, focused

- emotionally detached, sarcastic, restless, impatient

♔ ELSA ♔ EX-ALMOST

She wouldn’t consider Elsa an ex-girlfriend… more like, an ex-almost. After meeting her at a gala hosted by the Castle after being invited by one of her customers, Alice found herself bored enough to see what the fuss was all about. Never in a million years did she imagine she would find herself in bed with the ruler of Neverafter. A passionate yet short lived fling, Alice broke things off after growing far too attached than she would have liked to be to anyone. Besides the fact that Elsa knew what she did and hardly cared, Alice broke things off for Elsa’s own safety. It was for the best… probably.

♔ THE MAD HATTER ♔ DISTRIBUTOR

Alice prefers not to interact directly with her customers unless they happen to be VIP. This is where the The Mad Hatter comes in. Longtime friends, he deals mostly with the Scarlet Hand while Alice primarily does her own distribution to  the Royals. Though they work together in careful synchronization to maintain their secrecy while maximizing profits, Alice always makes sure he knows where he stands: beneath her as an underling.

♔ GENIE ♔ BEST FRIEND

The rowdy and loud mouthed Genie, she has adored him ever since they met at her first castle ball. A shyer girl once, afraid to let her guard down, he quickly swept in and shoved a glass of champagne in her hand. They’ve been best friends ever since. Probably one of the few people she actually trusts, she knows that Genie’s alliances are as fickle as hers and often shift just as much.

♔ WOLFFE ♔ INTEREST

They’ve been hooking up for a few weeks now and there’s something she adores about the danger of being with a man who could kill her in her sleep. Though she knows he would never let any harm come to her, the fact that he is almost as aloof as she is, keeps her coming back for more.

ALICE’S FC OF MARGOT ROBIE IS SEMI-NEGOTIABLE.

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[magissas]

[genrps]

“It is possible to be wild and kind at the same time. It is possible to be both alone and be loved.”

— Anis Mojgani, In the Pockets of Small Gods (via skyfcrreira)

[tessathompsons]

Trevante Rhodes at the Golden Globe Awards 2017

[blktinkerbell]

i’ll never get over how beautiful this man is💛😭

[yourgirlsavwrites]

                                                      “In the kingdom of glass

                                everything is transparent…”

In a land far away, there exists a kingdom called Neverafter. Protected by an impenetrable orb of magic, it is an island that breathes, nourishes, and isolates its residents like a selfish lover. Stuck in an eternal winter, some call it a p r i s o n… and some say it’s the only paradise left on Earth. Ruled since the beginning of time by The Royal Court, Neverafter is an island deeply entrenched in its own inescapable political history. The poor have remained poor, while the rich only grow more bountiful year by year. Civil unrest has begun to burrow its way into the hearts of the kingdom’s subjects, and like a d i s e a s e, has begun to spread from the center of the kingdom to its outermost corners.

          “…and there is no place to hide a dark heart.”    

But all good things must come to an end… and while those in the royal court have kept their blinds drawn to keep the poor out, the revolution has already begun. As soon as one leaves the castle, a trail of scarlet red hands painted onto the trees leading into the center of town mark the way. Signposts, door fronts, and windows… all marked with a scarlet red handprint.

They say a revolution is coming.

Little do they know it’s already begun.

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A KINGDOM COME is an upcoming, literate, bio roleplay inspired by The Sisters’ Grimm, Once Upon a Time, and The Hunger Games with an original twist on classic fairytales. To receive updates and join the conversation, track #akcrpg.

[lovesickjily]

⤐ luna lovegood 

don’t worry, you’re just as sane as i am.

[henry-marchbanks]

donna tartt, the secret history.

[akingdomcomerpg]

“To her, many of us owe our lives. And it ain’t just us, and people she be agreein’ with. She cares for anyone– rich or poor, young or old. She’s a saint. If you’re hurting, or injured, or need surgery, it doesn’t matter the time of day– she’ll see you. She’ll find a way to drop everything just to get to you.”

TW: Murder, Execution

Everybody knows the tragic story of the Whites, for it was a scandal of the highest degree when her family was stripped of its royal status and thrown from the castle. It all happened when she was very young– so young, in fact, Snow cannot remember a life inside the castle walls at all. The niece of Neverafter’s late Queen Iduna, Snow’s mother, Avielle, was the Queen’s sister. But the story did not begin there, it began long ago, when Young Iduna and Young Avielle were girls (or so they said). Always in competition with one another, Iduna as the oldest sister was always the shining star, while Avielle was the shooting one: hot tempered, bold, and rebellious. Both raised within the castle walls, the two grew up alongside one another, constantly in competition with one another for everything: from their tutor’s favoritism to the affections of the same men-- the girls always butted heads. 

It wasn’t until they each met Nicholas Vinterjej, the man everyone knew would someday become king, did their tensions reach a tipping point. Dashing, a bit of a womanizer, but charming and sensitive at the same time, Nicholas led each of the sisters on. To those who are old enough to still remember, they’d tell you the same thing: Avielle and Iduna loved Nicholas equally, and much in the same way. For a while, everyone thought he would propose to the woman with whom he spent the most time with, who he was often seen sneaking out late at night with, though it was strictly forbidden. Everyone always thought that one day, they would come to call Avielle queen. When Iduna and Nicholas’ engagement was announced, the sisters stopped speaking altogether, and their relationship was irrevocably severed.

A woman who grew to resent her own blood, Avielle’s hatred for her sister ran deeper than any chasm, and it was a burned bridge that could never be mended again. A woman who always saw the Crown (and Nicholas) as something that belonged to her, though she later remarried the very dashing  Mr. White (whom she subsequently divorced) and had a beautiful baby girl with, Avielle still coveted everything her sister stole from her. For years she watched her sister and her former lover try to conceive a child of their own, and it was to her own satisfaction that her sister failed to produce an heir. The thing that was perhaps the beginning of her own end came with the birth of her niece, Elsa. A baby that was supposed to die stillborn, Elsa’s birth marked the end of any chance, any hope of rekindlement, Avielle had left with Nicholas. 

They say it drove her mad, that she could never quite recover from it, that it acted as the tipping point… as though her sister and Nicholas’ relationship had not done so already. 

Conspiring to kill her sister and her newborn niece while they slept, Avielle was apprehended, knife in hand while her own child slept in the room over. She saw Iduna and Elsa as obstacles to be removed in her obsession with Nicholas, for she could never be happy with her own life, was never quite able to get over her first love. For how could she when she held onto the hope that their relationship was still something that could manifest into reality? For how could she when King Nicholas himself was the father of her own child, a child that should have been the first heir by birthright? A secret she took to her grave when she was publicly executed in the Royal Court under the Queen’s orders, nobody would ever know that the king loved Avielle just as much as his own wife, and that he watched over his niece in a way that was more than just an uncle, for he knew, he was the father… and she inherited his large dark eyes and his sharp jawline accordingly.

Thrown from the castle under his wife’s orders, while the King could do nothing to protect his biological daughter, he ensured her ‘real father’ would not suffer a fate similar to her mother’s, that she would have at least one parent to care for her. Setting them up with an expansive estate in the town center, King Nicholas took pity upon the estranged Mr. White, though no one could figure out why. They said he must have felt pity for the child of his former lover, but nobody could ever really be sure. Either way, it was an awfully luxurious way to strip a royal of their title, and though Mr. White was no longer a royal, the Whites continued to live as though they were in the town center, away from the castle. Caring for his infant daughter, eventually Mr. White moved on with his life, though he always looked upon his daughter with a certain curiosity, for she never really did look like him, never inherited his or her mother, Aviell’s shock of blonde hair and green eyes.

Raised by Mr. White and a woman he later remarried, Katrine Beauchamp, while the woman was nice enough, she was never the mother figure Mr. White had hoped would take Avielle’s place for his daughter. A bit condescending, cruel, and unattached, it was clear she only married Snow’s father for money. Once they had children of their own, Snow was tossed to the wayside as though she didn’t exist at all.

The last in her disgraced family line, Snow was raised acutely aware of what her mother had done. Though she, by no means, has ever wanted for anything in her life and considers herself relatively privileged, there are times during which she craves the mother she feels as though she was robbed of. Regardless, she fills that same void in her work, by mothering, nurturing, and caring for others. Opening her own clinic in Neverafter, Snow has always been a doctor of and for the people. While she does make occasional house calls to the castle, Snow prefers to remain within the safety of her own clinic with her main goal being to care for the common people. Behind the scenes, she works as a medic for the Scarlet Hand after seeing firsthand how the Royals live and the resources they have accessible to them. She is the heart, the healer, and the light in a place that is cold, dark, and always snowing. She radiates warmth and cares for others in a way that cannot be understood, merely felt…and one would never guess she comes from blood herself.

+ Caring, Nurturing, Warm, Selfless

- Naive, Insecure, Workaholic, Pushover

♔ CINDERELLA ♔ BEST FRIEND

Perhaps the only other person who understands what it’s like to live comfortably yet be surrounded by such poverty, Snow reminds Cinderella to stay kind despite her naturally sassy and do-it-herself nature. Cinderella will frequently swing by the Neverafter hospital to say hi to her friend, and the two could sit and talk for hours about anything and nothing. The godmother to Cinderella’s daughter, Snow and Cinderella are more than friends, they are the sisters they never got to have.

♔ HUNTER ♔ FORMER FRIEND

A man who she would see frequently in the town center delivering food on the Crown’s behalf, the two grew to be friends but over time, have drifted apart. A sudden sort of rift, Snow cannot understand how the two went from talking everyday to him purposely fleeing to avoid her.

♔ BELLE ♔ BEST FRIEND

Belle, in a sense, grew up with Snow. Despite not being children at the same time when the two became close, Snow can see how Belle doubts herself and the path set out for her. Though there are times she wishes she could just tell the other girl about her own activities with the Scarlet Hand, she knows that Belle will find her way when it’s time.

♔ MULAN ♔ INTEREST

Snow has stitched up Mulan more times than she can count, has seen a softness in the woman that most are not privy to, and yet, cannot seem to break through her exterior. Though the two are often in the same room together, with Snow healing Mulan’s wounds, they still remain as close as strangers, like two ships passing in the night.

SNOW WHITE’S FC OF CRYSTAL REED IS SEMI-NEGOTIABLE.

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[darklingpearl]

“Traveling, I add everything I see to myself. I am not merely a spectator. It is not merely observation. It is experience. It is expansion. It is forgetting the Self and discovering the self of affinities, the infinite, limitless worlds within the self.”

—Anaïs Nin, from A Journal of Love, The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin 1934-1937

[heartshop]

if you ever feel lonely just remember there are thousands of algorithms tracking your every move and collecting data on every one of your likes and dislikes so.. somebody cares <3 

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