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(r+j verse~) "Do you ever... I dunno, get tired of all the fighting Cassim?" She personally didn't like worrying over her brothers whenever a battle happened.

         The cigar between his lips, as he just finished a very important meeting plan. His members to get ready for another battle to take place. Now, he was taking a moment with Kougyoku at his side, the only person right now who can ask such a question. Alibaba tries the same thing sometimes, though through the usual method of punches to the face. His father was a scum, his mother left him and his sister ( at least what was told ), and so that made Cassim the biggest scum on this side of the slums.

           “Not really…” Cassim just hid himself behind a smirk, before it disappeared, taking another inhale of smoke. “I won’t stop fighting until there is no slums and rich. Just people. And that’s what people here want, so I am willing to do all I can to achieve it.” Even if it meant going against anyone who tried to stop him. @sxadraofkou

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the4thmagi:

Who was he?…That’s a question that Aladdin himself had asked time and time again. He know his titles, his relationships, and desires - but just exactly who he was, the magi had no idea. Being thrust into a world in order to enact and carry out the will of his father and Ugo had given him little to go on, but through the years, Aladdin had found out bits of himself along the way. 

There’s a smile, warm, soft and full of everything he’d wished to convey; that he was a friend, not a foe, meant to help him find his own destiny and aid any way he could. 

When he speaks, it nothing short of the same, and with a single hand placed onto the older’s shoulder, he gives the most reassurance he can give. “A friend. I’m a friend – or at least, I hope to be. That would be my personal gain, and my outlook on helping you. We might not know each other, but I’ve seen the good in your heart and the courage you have, and because of that, I want to be your friend.”  

           A friend...? Cassim looked to the boy’s hand, resting on his shoulder, as he continued to listen to his words. Did he really have good in his heart? Was he a courageous person? ‘Cassim, you’re just like me, a human SCUM’ His ears still remember his drunken, hoarse voice, on the verge of death by his own son. Still remember the fight and struggle before Cassim pulled out his knife. Nothing could have changed right? Despite not killing and stealing, he couldn’t change what he’s done in the past right?

            Gold finally left the hand and looked into the boy’s eyes. Alibaba did know how to befriend such saps, maybe that was something that made them different? Cassim can remember his best friend’s, his brother’s, tears as Cassim accepted his fate of death. 

              “Good luck then.” Only one person was able to see his full story, pain, and suffering. And yet Cassim can’t even face his friend as he is now. Taking out a new cigar, he can feel his stress level rising, and just in need of a smoke. Lighting it up, he began to leave the shop, the people who remember him, all either greeted or cowered from him. There were many who did not still forgive Cassim for the Civil War.

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casually messes with his dreads. why? because he's not paying attention to her.

The Fog Troupe’s meeting finished and he looked down at his plans, not realizing he still had the company of the princess. Until he felt his dreads being played with, something no one did, since it was always just Mariam that was allowed to. A light chuckle escaped him, eyes taking a quick glance back at her, before reaching a strong arm around her and pulling her next to him. “What do you think you’re doing, Princess?” He sometimes wonders why a princess would waste her time with a scum like him. A scum that can cut down his father just like he said. He’d punch a person in the past if they ever asked him if he would ever have a partner or close to anyone. @sxadraofkou

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the4thmagi:

He understands, and while the urge to bring up more valid points is strong within his thoughts, Aladdin does not. No, Cassim was just as stubborn as Alibaba could be it would seem - an admirable trait he’d found out through out the years. It’s no wonder the two of them had grown to be as thick and close enough to consider each other family, and had there been a jealous bone in his body, Aladdin would find envy swelling in the depths of his heart. 

Instead there’s just the need to help, and if he can assist Cassim in what he needs done, then perhaps they can get that reunion a bit faster. He knows all too well just how happy seeing him again will make Alibaba, and to see that smile on his best friend’s face is like witnessing the sunrise; beautiful and leaving him in utter awe. 

Besides…he’d been robbed of the chance to get to know Cassim before, so perhaps this would lead to bond of friendship between them.

“Alright! Then I’ll lend you my aide and we can get through this together. So long as it’s not anything bad, I’ll help as much as I can!” 

At the offer to help the slum scum, gold stared at the other hard, still not used to trusting others just yet, or at least, not anyone he is unsure of. It was a bit suspicious at his sudden wish to help the former-gang leader. Manipulation was his strongest point, honestly, he was able to make many believe things and even Alibaba to do things that he knows he wouldn’t do otherwise. Like the day he got his friend drunk to lead them carelessly to the hole into the palace.

No, he can’t be that way again. His sister’s smiling face, her sweet voice, and Alibaba’s support and trust, it all changed him. He was no longer the leader of the Fog Troupe, there was no need for it anymore that he’s seen. Cassim’s stare eased as he just gives the boy a shrug and nod, before pulling out another cigar, walking out of the shop, into the bustling street.

“Exactly, who are you, Aladdin? I don’t know you, you don’t know me. What personal gain would you get in helping me out?” Did he want to avoid any chance of Cassim falling back into depravity? He didn’t blame him. 

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As soon as Cassim returns to life, he had a hard time adjusting to the new ways that Balbadd has become. There being no more slums, everyone was equal, all that Alibaba promised before Cassim’s passing came true. Zaynab shopped for him in secret and to be rid of the white robes ( color symbol of the slums ) & it being a white shirt with a green tunic over it, gray pants, dark green waist wrap, and gray pants. To remake himself as a regular citizen and not a poor, scum of the slums. Basically this outfit.

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                                            I KNOW YOUR TYPE       you’re daddy’s little girl                        you’re dangerous         indie ren kougyoku                                    indie cassim               sxadraofkou                                         damnedtroupex             written by arili                                       written by squirt

art credit , personals do not reblog!!

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koninginne:

             ❝ Hello… ?? ❞

             Peeping her head around the shop door, Morgiana pulled the sash she had wrapped around her mouth to call out into the cramped room. It looked empty. Not that she was surprised. It was getting late now and the front store had probably already been closed for a few hours at the most. However, she promised Alibaba to give his old companions his good wishes after telling him she was heading through Balbadd anyway.

             ❝ Anyone home ?? ❞

@damnedtroupex ♥’d for a starter

           Cassim had been watching Zassan when his parents would decide they need a date night. The fact the child looked more like Hassan than Zaynab had a hilarity to it. He made them go to a local love hotel to do their stuff so he can sleep for once. Zassan just started to fall asleep and he placed him in the bassinet, before hearing a sound downstairs in the shop. Lighting a cigar now that the baby was asleep, he grabbed his steel pipe, ready to strike at the sorry thief that decided to steal from this shop. He spotted a girl completely wrapped, with the exception of her face now. She looked very vaguely familiar, but he didn’t think of it too much.

                        “Shops closed, what do you want?”

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kouseadra:

Yeah, that was easy for him to say. He was their leader, while she was firmly ingrained in the family of their rival house. And she was on their turf, clearly wearing the colors of her family. (She had nothing else, and despite her… feelings for this man, she still held pride in her blood.) It was easy for her to expect someone to attack her, or worse, comment on it to her brothers.

Still, she jumped at the voice behind her, whirling around and directing a punch to the arm of the idiot she maybe sorta liked. “Shut up!” Kougyoku hissed, shoving her hair out of her face, the dyed locks having moved into her eyes during the previous movement. Ugh, she hated (loved) that smug look on his face, the idea that he could handle anything. Like he had the world in the palm of his hand, and nothing scared him.

A long sigh slipped past red lips, and she shook her head in irritation. “One of these days I’m going to hurt you by accident if you keep this up.” After all, she was armed. “And then I’d be upset with you.” If there was one thing she had perfected the art of, it was pouting. Call her spoiled, she preferred to call it able to get what she wanted.

Cassim just smirked at the punch she had given to his arm, not that it hurt, but definitely had a good swing behind it. Her family colors contrasting against the white of his, symbol of those living in poverty and wishing to fight. But she will be safe with him around, so no one would even think to do anything in front of him that he hasn’t authorized. Sure, he’s not as new or unlucky with girls like his brother, but she made him feel different.

“You’d be upset with me, despite you giving the blow?” So she did care, and that pout made an amused chuckle escape the back of his throat. He placed a hand to her back so she could follow after him, while he walked her back to the place he once lived with his, deceased, baby sister. “Who’d think a scum of the slums like me could have a princess care for me.” It was a tease, spending time with her, he can tell she was nothing like any other royals. She reminded him of Alibaba.

“These people here fight dirty, so it’s good practice to be more aware..” Gold looked down to pink, staring at her before turning back ahead. Not that anything would happen to her.

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kouseadra:

Would she admit it? Nope, because that would make her secret flirtation (that was all it was… right?) smirk in a way that Kougyoku refused to tell him she found attractive. Even without seeing his face, she could easily picture his reaction, and it was infuriating. Especially since she had a feeling he did it just for her reaction sometimes.

To: C.

[text]: i would’ve thought you wouldn’t need an ego boost from little old me. [text]: don’t you have people to do that for you?

And yet, as she half listened to her cousin’s muttered rantings about his mother (her stepmother/aunt… their family was weird), she really did miss having him tease her in person. It wasn’t the same here, since most people treated her like royalty due to her position. Being Ren Koutoku’s daughter — even the bastard daughter no one had wanted around — practically made her the princess Cassim called her. But unlike him, they meant it in a literal sense.

It was so frustrating.

Cassim knew they didn’t really give each other any sort of title, there was just some sort of connection when he’d first seen her. Especially if his group succeeded in taking out the mayor of the city his group took over as their own and the people rejoiced at the change. The smirk that appeared on his face was not all that easy to hide, as he can just hear her voice try and tease back while fighting off a pink color to her cheeks.

                      ( ✉ → sms lil princess ) We both know it isn’t the same.                        ( ✉ → sms lil princess ) Admit it, you’d rather be here with me than those people.

When the two finished forgiving each other, Cassim had walked to his main office, where anyone was able to reach him in case of emergencies. His people would so go down to her town and steal her away from that family of hers. But he can’t guarantee his people being comfortable with her presence. Not yet anyway.

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          Cassim sometimes wishes he could be able to let someone in and be happy with them but with his father’s relationship with his mother ( written here trigger warning ). As well as his father pushing in his brain that since he was his son, he is just as much a scum as him. Cassim doesn’t want a partner, doesn’t want a family of his own, because he’s actually afraid that he really is a scum just like that ass of a father of his. Afraid he’d just repeat his father’s life.

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What if you found out that Miriam was actually alive? Like what if someone made it look like she died but they switched her with another person/fake body to be buried. Cause there is magic which can do that in your world.

                Cassim didn’t answer, refusing to even think of such a childish thought. This anon was sick. He can remember, his sister crying because of the pain, and he couldn’t do anything because the King completely ignored the dying rats of the slums. No doctors would look to her, he remembered that was the last time he’s ever cried. His only blood gone and she died in so much pain, the guilt and sorrow struck him.

                There was no mistaking it, the body he held, her crying his name and telling him it hurts…. “Shut the fuck up and don’t bring up that thought.” Otherwise, he will gladly murder this person. It wouldn’t be his first, and definitely not his last kill in this cruel world.

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Cassim rolled his eyes as he listened to Zaynab complain about another fight going on between her and Hassan. They always threatened to break up, never forgive each other, but will always find themselves back together. He puffed on his cigar and he heard another beep from his phone. While Zaynab cried in his shoulder, he took a glance to his phone and smirked. Quickly typing away back to his little secret.

                       ( ✉ → sms lil princess ) Are you feeling lonely without me there already?

He wouldn’t lie, he did, subconsciously patting Zaynab’s back, before putting his phone away and pulling the woman off of him. He led her straight to where he knew Hassan was, ready to get them over this argument and back together. @kouseadra

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kouseadra:

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She knew that she shouldn’t be here. After all, she was Kou, and as such was not welcome in this territory. Red eyes moved quickly, nervously searching for the one person she knew wouldn’t attack her. Sure, she had a knife tucked in her boot, and another stashed in the sleeve of her red leather jacket, but Kougyoku wasn’t there for a fight. That, that she had to leave to her brothers.

These days, she didn’t want to think about that.

Pulling her phone out of her back pocket, the youngest Ren sister chewed on the inside of her lip, clicking away from the text Judar had sent her asking where she was. No, she couldn’t talk to her best friend about this, not when he had some loyalty to her eldest brother. Not when he could tell En and accidentally ruin this. No, instead she had to keep this a secret, because she knew no one would understand. 

Hell, she didn’t even really understand what was going on. He was infuriating, the exact opposite of someone she considered her type. And yet, even arguing with him made her feel more alive than any guy her father set her in front of. (Benefit of being the bastard, she guessed, was that none of their business allies wanted to go through the hassle of marrying her.) And she had seen her sisters trapped in marriages that looked so… boring.

At least he wasn’t that.

To: C.

[text]: Where are you? {text}: I don’t know how long I can stand out here before someone sees me…

Cassim was with his Troupe, a bunch of them enjoying the entertainers from Zaynab’s harem. Back then, he would have gladly accepted their temporary company. But now he shooed them away, no interest in any of that anymore. So when he got a text from her earlier, he told Hassan and Zaynab that he was leaving and they didn’t question their leader. Who would have thought that heartless and strong leader of the Fog Troupe, could find himself letting someone close to him

                  ( ✉ → sms lil princess ) I’m coming, princess, don’t worry.                   ( ✉ → sms lil princess ) No one will do anything to you.

He was heading straight for their meeting place, pick her up from their spot and head away from prying eyes that will split them apart. Hands in his pockets, he sent all of the people back to the hideout to ‘enjoy Zaynab’s gift’. That way, while he walked her back, no one will spot her. Spotting the pink and blue of her hair, he smirked and went over, careful to be quiet. Leaning forward so his face hovered over her shoulder and whispered a ‘Boo’.

“You weren’t scared, were you?”He didn’t know how her family and people did their business, the bastards, but in his part of town, they didn’t fight fair. They prayed on the weak and lost. The very moment, he finds out one of his men caused a single bit of trouble, harassed, attacked, or bothered her then they will find themselves disappearing from this world.

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Kiss + 1~

SEND ‘KISS’ + A NUMBER TO KISS MY MUSE… ↳ 1… in the rain. @kouseadra

             Cassim was unsure why the girl was in such a place like this, his area of the town was nothing like the gated community full of the people who were above average income. This was the lowest of the low. Here, criminals would search for victims of all kinds and Cassim was well known in this part of town. So when he saw Kougyoku, Alibaba’s friend and his little tease, he shook off the group. He was sure the other can take care of herself, from what Mariam said when bragging about her, but he spotted some enemies eyeing her.

              In this area, they fought dirty, there was no honor to be held with fighting evenly. It was raining and he walked over to her and smirked, wrapping a strong arm around her shoulders. He motioned for her to follow his lead, as gold hues stared harshly at the group of men. Feet taking her away, back towards where she should be. “What are you doing down here, Princess? Not a place for little girls.”

              Once they left the dirty part of the city, he let go of her shoulders and began to walk her home. Or at least close enough to where she knew where to go from there. “I wasn’t looking for you, don’t get the wrong idea.” She was under an umbrella, and he didn’t mind the rain pouring down on him. It wasn’t anything new to him. When they made it to her house, he smirked and spoke to her, “I’d like to disagree on that, Princess. Otherwise why would you go visit a place full of scum and thugs?”

               “I could handle myself.”

               “Down there, they don’t play fairly like you’re used to.”

               They argued for a bit before she frowned at him, while he was ready to walk back down, she grabbed hold of his soaked jacket, and pulled back towards her. Then, next thing he knew, her lips were pressed on to his. Now this was different. Her lips were way softer than his, and he’ll admit, he’ll press into the kiss as well. It was her who pulled away, both of them getting soaked when she moved her umbrella during the kiss. He smirked when she walked away, blushing, while he waited for her to go inside. Once she looked back to him, he’d give a quick wink, “See you at campus, princess.”