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* Independent Roleplay blog for Ithnan from Magi * Many years of roleplay experience * Prefers Multi- Para, One liners or Novella * Uses anime or manga images only * Pretty lenient and open with roleplays ( crossovers, OC’s, multi-ship ect; ) * Mainly plays Alma Toran form but will play post fallen! * Trys to give everyone welcome starters Rules I About

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crack!headcanon: Barbatos is perplexed by the Fanalis Corps' unrealistically large boobs, including those of the men. He does not remember species (of any race) of his time having such voluptuous and cumbersome bodies.

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oh my gosh there's another mu for barbatos to endlessly annoy

COME HERE MY DEAREST KING CANDIDATE AND LET BARBATOS LOVE YOU

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“Of course I’m warm, silly.” He huffed in mock indignity, nudging his head upwards again to gently knock against her head. “You shouldn’t expect anything less.”  

Her words suffused a peculiar warmth throughout him, filled him with an odd sort of happiness that was both dazzling and disorienting. “But I’m glad it feels nice.”  Scheherazade had entrusted herself to him, leaning into his touch and supporting herself against him, and Barbatos couldn’t help but beam, smile unsuppressed and brilliant, cheeks aching and eyes squinting as he immaturely burrowed his face into her shoulder in protest. He delighted on her cheerful giggles, happiness and pride rising a pleasant sensation in his chest and urging him to wriggle his fingers more, now targeting the vulnerable muscle underneath her ribcage.

Her laughter was contagious and Barbatos couldn’t suppress his own merriment, easily joining in with his own boisterous chuckle. “Nope!” Leaning backwards on his heels and tilting away from Scheherazade squirming form, Barbatos smiled up at her, temporarily stopping his movements but ending with a final, playful squeeze. “Are you ticklish on your feet too?”

“Sure.” His smile only widened at the adorable pout curving her lips, eagerness manifesting in a spontaneous twirl – arms secured tightly around her waist as he spun about once, twice, feeling her skirt billow out and brush against his thighs. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy savory flavors, right? They should still sell those awesome glazed apples. C’mon, even if I can’t buy them, maybe I can intimidate the vendors by growing. Or you could stupefy them with your beauty and I’ll take some while they’re not looking.”

Pretending to consider the merits of the two options, Barbatos gave her an affirmative nod, smile never faltering. “I like the last idea better.” 

"Ah," she let out a sigh as she felt Barbatos wrap his arms around her. She smiled, giving into his embrace. "So warm… I did not know you would be warm… It feels nice."

She could not help but let out a laugh as his fingers touched her ribs. “Stop, it tickles!” she exclaimed. It seemed that Barbatos had unwittingly discovered one of her weaknesses. 

"I am being fed just fine," she said, pouting slightly. "It is not an issue of the food they provide… But that I no longer seem to have any appetite…"

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Shrinking down to an acceptable snuggling size, Barbatos proceeded to unceremoniously glomp Scheherazade, arms wrapping snuggly around her waist and heading nudging underneath her chin as he lifted her up and braced her against his chest. He was getting better at this size thing – he should probably thank Amon later.

 “Lady Scheherazade!” His voice was as boisterous and cheerful as ever, though somewhat muffled against the fabric of her sleeve; face tucked against her shoulder and hands braced against her abdomen. “Hugs cure loneliness, don’t they? And– gee, you’re kinda skinny.” His fingers pressed insistently against her ribs, wiggling against her sides in attempt to prove his point. “Are you receiving proper nourishment? Should I escort you to the local sustenance providers? Or if you'd prefer a more hearty meal, I could hunt for you!”

“lonely…”

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Cautiously cradled within the cusp of his opened palm, Scheherazade stood no taller than his thumb, arms secured delicate and hesitant around its width, fingers splayed trusting and warm and stark against the subdued blue of his skin. Further enclosing his fingers to provide greater support and increased protection, Barbatos tipped backwards and rearranged into a graceless heap of limbs, breathing out an appreciative sigh at the posture change. Humans certainly were tiny – Scheherazade in particular – and Barbatos wasn’t overly fond of hunching over to effectively communicate with them. His exhale winded into a weary sigh, frustration ebbing at his finite patience and steadfastly rising into a harsh inhale, nostrils flaring and subsequent breath forceful and curt.

“I don’t know, Lady Scheherazade,” His voice stretched thin and uncertain, meek – a partial truth yet a terrible answer, something said to momentarily stall that insistent curiosity, that reprimanding control. She hadn’t realized her own expectations and motivations, imposing her ideals upon him in suppressed hope – a tentative query as an assessment of his competence. He couldn’t answer if he couldn’t surmise her expectations, couldn’t answer with what she wanted to hear.

“Humans…” Irrational animosity and irritation and dejection coiled suppressive and constricting inside him, malevolent intentions desperate for release and twisting, distending to engulf his innards and further distort his morality. His absent heartbeat became the rage surging constant through his deteriorated veins. Each breath was a falsity, an attempt at attaining the the same vulnerability and sensitivity – the same humanness inherent in all living, breathing creatures – through mockery. Perhaps jealousy spurred him into such blind anger and disdain yet Barbatos was exhausted, tired of the warring emotions within. They weren’t worth fighting anymore.

Succumbing to fatigue, Barbatos slumped backwards and unfurled his hand to behold the person who’d evoked and quelled the turbulent emotions inside him, possessing greater control over him than he had over himself. “Humans are weird.” Careful to distinguish between his inner conflict and intended words, his tone was cheerfully neutral, almost teasing, containing none of the insecurities or doubts that plagued his conscience. He managed a casual grin, smile splitting his features in exuberant excitement and surprising ease. “I would know.” As confirmation to his own statement, Barbatos nodded his head once and hummed out a noncommittal acknowledgement to her interests. His past was always a sensitive and painful subject to consider but her curiosity warranted answers and Barbatos owed her much more than vague statements.

“It takes one to know one.” Glancing away from her shimmering eyes, Barbatos exhaled another sigh that stuttered into a quiet breath, another smile stretching across his features but this one gentler, apologetic. “How else could we relate, Lady Scheherazade? We’re both awesome and old and…” tired. different.

Summoning the djinn Barbatos

Scheherazade was surprised by the djinn’s gesture. He placed his hand out as if inviting her to climb onto it, just as she might cup the rukh or a small bird in her own hand. Scheherazade graciously obliged, placing one delicate foot, then the other, into his soft palm. As she did so, she gently clung to his thumb for balance. It must have been a strange sight indeed, and this was not lost to Scheherazade, who could not help but blush a little as she stopped to think about what she was doing. 

"Yes, we are different," she said, struggling to find how best to respond. "And I think that it is true to say that there is no right answer… I suppose, though, it still worries me. You say that Mu is not yet ready to be King, and you question whether he ever will. And I wonder if he— if everyone— were able to appreciate all creation for its differences and wonders, rather than merely seek to use what they can as tools to advance their own goal… would that not make one a better King?"

Again she thought about Aladdin, and his relationship with the djinn Ugo. Her current position, riding atop Barbatos’ hand, helped her to envision what such a connection could be like. “I am sure you are aware of the fourth magi, Aladdin,” she said quietly. “He considers the djinn his friends… I cannot help but admire that attitude.”

Barbatos’ mention of her fondness for humans brought a small smile back to her face. “Of course I care for humans,” she said, eyes bright. “Though I may not appear quite as one any longer, I was born and raised as human… Perhaps you can relate?” 

Scheherazade could not resist adding that last question. She did not know why, but she had some sense that the djinn were not always the fantastical beings they appeared as in her age. He does not seem so different from a human, after all. 

“I do not know of their origins. That is a mystery that I could not expect to understand within my short life, I am sure…”

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These are named after MONSTERS are you KIDDING ME if I don't get at least one of these I'm going to be very disappointed

Vampire: Someone offers you a chance at immortality. Do you take it, and why or why not?

Werewolf: If you had to spend your life with just one person, who would it be?

Witch: If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?

Ghost: Do you have any regrets?

Frankenstein: Is someone telling you how to live your life, or are you an independent person?

Mummy: If you were to fall into an eternal sleep, do you think anyone would miss you?

Zombie: Do you miss anyone right now?

Faerie: If you could get away with anything, what would you do?

Nymph: What are you like when you’re by yourself?

Mermaid: How far would you go to keep the one you love?

Shapeshifter: What would you change about yourself?

Banshee: If you knew one of your loved ones/best friends had only one day left to live, how would you spend that last day with them?

Siren: If you could make anyone do anything, what would you make them do?

Genie: If you had one wish that would come true and couldn’t be reversed, what would you ask for?

Fury: What is a word/phrase that you dread to hear?

Incubus: What would someone have to do to get in your pants?

Succubus: What’s one thing you can’t live without?

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[ you’re so disheartening. :p #djinnzoned indeed. I suppose a century or two isn’t all that much to him and it allows for endless angst so KEEPIN’ AT IT. TRY AND TRY AGAIN. 

YES SENPAI though you’re right lmfao your blog is only like 3 days older than mine but you were the rper that helped me decide between astaroth, zagan, phenex and barbatos sooo. plus you’re older so that should count! ♥ but ahh, I was actually super nervous approaching you. “OTL /eternally awkward mun ] 

I could see you rping Solomon, or Mu actually :P

If you could pick another muse for the mun, who would it be?

Solomon my bro, ruler supreme yet perpetually done with life. From an OOC standpoint, I don’t think I could do what the Solomon’s muns do ( all those threads and all those people weeps i can practically feel my tears already ) but he is someone I’ve considered before. His background and relationships would make for endless interesting relationship and thread material. * U *

Mu shares similar qualities with Barbatos ( maybe more gallant and less immature but pfft details ) so I think I’d just channel more of Mu through him. but maybe then scheherazade senpai will love me 

i mean what no ulterior motives here at all

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I could see you rping Solomon, or Mu actually :P

If you could pick another muse for the mun, who would it be?

Solomon my bro, ruler supreme yet perpetually done with life. From an OOC standpoint, I don’t think I could do what the Solomon’s muns do ( all those threads and all those people weeps i can practically feel my tears already ) but he is someone I’ve considered before. His background and relationships would make for endless interesting relationship and thread material. * U *

Mu shares similar qualities with Barbatos ( maybe more gallant and less immature but pfft details ) so I think I’d just channel more of Mu through him. but maybe then scheherazade senpai will love me 

i mean what no ulterior motives here at all

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Sinbad!

If you could pick another muse for the mun, who would it be?

There’s someone I hadn’t thought of before. o A o Sinbad’s character is intricately complex and conflicted, which are qualities I enjoy in a muse. But there’s already so many fantastic Sinbad rpers already ( several of which I follow ; U ; ) that I’m content on observing from a very far fangirl distance and I salute their talent. ♥ He’d definitely be interesting!

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If you could pick another muse for the mun, who would it be?

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Name: Chelsea Nickname: Chea Mun FC: none ( because mun is too lazy to make her own icons. OTL ) Height: 5’6"  Relationship status: single Birthday: July 12th Favourite colour: purple, atomic tangerine ( it's a thing i swear ), peach, amber, celeste, prussian blue and white!  Favourite singer/band: K.Will, EXID, Ailee, 9muses Last song listened: Change by Monkey Majik  Last movie watched: Spirited Away ( i think? ) or One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest Favourite book: Handle with Care by Jodi Picoult  Last book read: One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest ( and ap prep books oop ) Currently reading: nothing at the moment # of siblings: 1 # of pets: none ): Best school subject: Calculus, English and French ( would be Physics if I did my HW. OTL ) Mac or PC? PC Cell phone type: iPhone 5s Current shirt colour:  pink and yale blue Gamer?:  yes, but not avid Day or night?: morning (if i could get up) night Summer or winter?: winter ; A ; come baaack Most-visited website?: youtube? Celebrity crushes: Carrie Mulligan ( THAT WOMAN ), Chris Evans ( THAT MAN ) Charlie White and Meryl Davis, Carolina Kostner and Kim Yuna

Meet the Mun!

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@ibelieveinitmiracleromance said: 

why how old are you? tumblr makes me feel like an old lady sometimes…

[ I'm actually 16. ; U ; SO YOU'RE PRETTY MUCH ALL MY TUMBLR SENPAIS LET ME LOVE YOU. ♥ plus psssh you're not old and even if you think you are, you're like the eternally gorgeous sche except not 200+ ]

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Scheherazade and her king

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Barbatos didn’t understand – had he done something wrong?

He’d shrunk down to a human-ish size (after much harassment of Alibaba’s Metal Vessel and exasperated and forced instruction of Amon) and bent forward and avoided bumping noses and antennae and everything, only to have Scheherazade question his sanity.

“I dunno.” He thought himself to be alright, even more than alright at the warmth surging pleasant through him. Kissing Scheherazade had been nice, even if her disbelieving reaction raised a sheepish edge to his voice, anxious excitement and eager anticipation at her answer suppressing undertones of disappointment and fear for the outcome. “Was I supposed to be bigger? I can be bigger if you want. I was– I was just afraid of accidentally swallowing you, that’s all.”

♡ - barbatoos ( /jumps on this bandwagon and breaks it )

((HOW IS THIS EVEN SUPPOSED TO WORK HE’LL LIKE SWALLOW HER WHOLE okay so somehow he has shrunk his size so he doesn’t utterly destroy her))

She had such respect for the being. They had been through so much together, had raised Kings, and helped an entire empire to flourish. He had never been one to keep at a distance, but still, this was a complete surprise to Scheherazade. 

"Ah… Barbatos?" she spoke softly, looking into his eyes. "Are you… alright? You do not normally act so… rash."