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            So I’ve officially finished the transfer of this muse to my new blog~ I hope to continue my connections over there. I just needed to move my muse because of needing new start. So this blog is now an archive and I will be over at devotedmadre~~~~

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            So I’ve officially finished the transfer of this muse to my new blog~ I hope to continue my connections over there. I just needed to move my muse because of needing new start. So this blog is now an archive and I will be over at devotedmadre~~~~

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            So I’ve officially finished the transfer of this muse to my new blog~ I hope to continue my connections over there. I just needed to move my muse because of needing new start. So this blog is now an archive and I will be over at devotedmadre~~~~

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            So I’ve officially finished the transfer of this muse to my new blog~ I hope to continue my connections over there. I just needed to move my muse because of needing new start. So this blog is now an archive and I will be over at devotedmadre~~~~

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            So I’ve officially finished the transfer of this muse to my new blog~ I hope to continue my connections over there. I just needed to move my muse because of needing new start. So this blog is now an archive and I will be over at devotedmadre~~~~

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            I’m completely remaking this blog with a new url & such. I miss Sheba and I am definitely going to be a bit more selective on who I follow, since I spent a majority of doing follow backs. Hopefully organize my threads so I can keep track. If you want me to follow you on my other blog, let me know by liking this post.

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           Sheba wants to interact with more kids! Like let this sweet heart love you all. Give her mommy experience.

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“A happy marriage is about 3 things: Memories of togetherness, forgiveness of mistakes and a promise to never give up on each other.”

- Surabhi Surendra

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           HELLO EVERYONE !! this is a brand new masterlist for all your magi roleplaying needs !! if you want to be added to the list, simply reblog this with your character(s) information in the tags or send in an ask !! be sure to include your characters name, status ( canon, oc, etc. ), & you’ll be added to the list ASAP !!

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twistedblacksun:

Maybe it might not have been a good idea to inflate his ego, rather spoiled as a child from being told to be proud of his status but he’s happy Sheba noticed he was different since everyone in that village he’d been stranded in hadn’t believed him or understood who he was.  

“Yeah!  Watch this!”  He insisted, remembering the commands and pointing his wand, as they soared through the air he was able to draw water out of it, creating a few tiny icicles that floated along side them.  He picked one up to show her close up while the others dropped, beaming with pride.  “I thought water was too boring… no one’s scared of getting splashed so ice is better!”

            Sheba was always the sunlight in the darkest of days, lifting someone up from anything is what she is good at. At least, that was what Ugo, Solomon, and the others told her. Sheba was one of the first magi’s, she understood exactly the kind of role such a position would have. But that world would not be shared in this one. 

               Magenta watched as he waved his wand and saw as water turned into ice. She wondered if Vinea was familiar with it, but probably not. “That’s amazing, well done.” She ruffled his dark locks, staring at the small ice held out to her line of sight. “I’ve seen some good water magic, that would scare some people. But maybe I can teach you Gravity Magic.”

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Send me 💐 for my muse to give yours a giant bouquet of flowers

Send me 💐🔃 for the reverse

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Send me 😍 if your muse finds mine attractive

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twistedblacksun:

“So you’re a magician too?  Well uh.. Guess I’m not exactly one… I’m supposed to be a magi.”  He nodded, leaning into her as they flew since he was hardly a stranger to this means of transportation though they usually rode a carpet.  Obviously she knew some magic otherwise she wouldn’t be able to fly like this but this gave Judar a chance to show off his skills as well.

“I can do magic, I can make ice!” He declared, pulling his wand from inside his robe and waving it as to show her that he had one.  

             “I can tell, the rukh flutter about you differently than most others.” Though right now, his rukh flutters about in wild ebony, in contrast to her own. “A very special and important person you are.” In this world, she was no Queen, the Resistance never existed, Alma Torran disappeared without a trace, all of it only left in her heart. She can feel her husband’s rukh, flutter around her and their unborn child in a form of affection.

                Hearing he can do magic at such a young age already, and being ice magic, was impressive. Looking to the staff, most likely custom for him and him alone, just as her Divine Stave, “Can you? That’s amazing, Judar. What a brilliant boy, you must show me then, okay?” Encouragement with happiness and sincerity was the way to save this boy.

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twistedblacksun:

“Judar…” He answered after a moment, surprised since he wasn’t used to being picked up.  As long as he could remember, his touch was avoided by everyone except Gyokuen who would give him pats here and there or hold his hand but having never known true parents, he already tried to maintain a mature roll as an important magi.  Somehow Sheba didn’t treat him that way and somehow he actually didn’t mind feeling normal.

“What’s that on your head?”  He pointed to the mark on her forehead, not quite touching it but curious to if it was drawn on or some sort of odd birthmark.  

             “Judar, very strong name.” She smiled down at him, she’ll admit, she wants to take of the age spell on her child. Holding Judar in her arms, his tiny form at her side, arms wrapped around him to keep him close, she really wants to have her little one here too. To Sheba, he was a child, and a child shouldn’t have to bear such a heavy life just yet. He should be happy, have fun, just like normal children did.

               At the childlike curiosity pointing to her forehead, she couldn’t find it in herself to remove the mark. A mark given to signify magicians from other species. “Well, where I am from, if you’re a magician, you get this mark on your forehead. So other’s know you are one.”  She began to walk towards a port before she’ll begin to fly, her staff at her hip, in order to get to her home where no one would be able to find them. Judar could live happily without worry of Gyokuen or the others that he mentioned.

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twistedblacksun:

He sniffles for a moment, somewhat in awe of her strange appearance but since she seemed to be the only soul around and a kind one, he couldn’t help but be won over by the warm offering and he reaches up for her.

“Your rukh is weird… like mine except all white..” He pointed out, eyes trailing the movements of the butterfly like energy surrounding her vibrantly in a way he’d only seen in himself.  “Mine is too noisy, really loud and unhappy just like the magicians and Gyokuen.  It keeps me up at night, I don’t wanna go back,”

          Sheba didn’t blame him for the hesitance, she was a complete stranger, but these people. But she managed to get him to trust her enough as his tinier arms reached up for her. She had noticed his dark rukh, worry for such a small child should not have such a negative life, does not deserve anything but happiness and joy. Lifting him up into her arms, careful of her own child in her womb, as she placed the boy on her hip.

            “You’re rukh used to be this way.” Whoever this Gyokuen was, Sheba could not send this child back to her. From what she understands, that person was responsible for this boy’s dark rukh. It broke her heart and Sheba hopes she can help him get out of that forced fate. “.... I won’t send you back if you don’t want to. What is your name? My name is Sheba.”

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“I don’t get it though… she said I was special, why would she leave…”  

Maybe he was over-dramatizing it a little bit, having wandered off and was offended no one came looking for him with it now getting dark leaving him sitting here all by himself until a strange woman approached him.  Judar glanced up, surprised to see white rukh instead of black having found him, “Can you help me?  I don’t wanna be by myself anymore,”

           When Ugo had sent her to this world, jumping in front of Arba’s attack, she left with Aladdin to the new world he and her husband built. Along with each clan leader and she’s lived in this world for 1000′s of years, a spell on both herself and Aladdin to keep from aging. Finding a boy, so young, sitting on the ground all by himself. No other life nearby. Sheba knew what being abandoned was like, her parents just leaving her at a cathedral. Holding her arms out for the boy, if he wishes, she smiled at him and gave a nod, “Then I won’t let you be alone anymore.” She had a home in the Great Rift, away from the humans to protect her unborn child and herself.

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Rough Draft of an au where the tragedy of Alma Torran never happened and Solomon & Sheba lives to raise Aladdin. ( I suck at arms I know. )