mczenrath

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     i took a little journey to the unknown,                              &&  i came back changed 

                            i can feel it in my  [ bones ]

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Falling asleep while studying

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She shook at makeover

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           ❝ They weren’t kidding when they called me,                                          well, a WITCH. ❞

Private, selective, & canon-divergent rp blog for Alana Triton.

   Written by Coral

(art source in disclaimer on blog)

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TO WHOM DOES YOUR HEART BELONG

tagged by: @ababwa​

tagging: @direbcrn​ , @flowerchosen​ , @thelcstunicorn​ & anyone who wants to!

YOUR HEART BELONGS TO THE SUN

you are a wildfire waiting to happen, one lit cigarette away from catastrophe. you are passion itself, full of rage and joy and love and pain. you are the driving force behind change, so why are you afraid of it? not all that is new will hurt you. let others into your life. you will not burn them. you do not cause harm inherently, you are wounded. you will heal. i promise you will heal.

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direbcrn·:

     Sadira looked down at the rags covering her body. The messy hair and patched clothes reflected the unfortunate life lived. A street rat would always be a street rat - and treated like it, there was nothing beautiful about the lifestyle she had to lived.While she always dreamed of better, she was used to the fact luxury like clothes weren’t the top priority in her life, nor something ever to achieve. Such things didn’t keep her alive like a food.Since clothes were either a commission or made by the user themselves, stealing anything fitting wasn’t easy either. If she did manage to find an article, it would get quickly worn and dirty, similar rags she already wore in the rough street life. That being the very reason she even avoided wearing the tidy robes too often. Bewitching anything required rare ingredients to trade for a spell - which often wasn’t anything permanent. 

   ❝ But… ❞ She sighed with a heavy shrug, shaking her head in disappointment. She had been content with her fate, now it seemed she was genuinely upset about the situation. ❝ It’s all I have now… I didn’t really- ❞  Before finishing, eyes closed instinctively; like a cool breeze against her skin, the dusty and worn fabrics felt lighter and smoother. Indeed, her eyes didn’t betray either. Staring down at her feet, her legs, her hands, arms and shoulders, she was veiled by something alike princess Jasmine could have worn. Delight soon overtook the confusion which first painted her face. She moved around to see every angle of her new appearance, excluding her face she couldn’t see but feel.  

    ❝ Oh, yes! But… H-how did you do it… You just… did it. I can’t do it without trade and it’s never permanent… ❞He didn’t seem to use any substitute to turn into fabrics - all Sadira witnessed, was him creating them just like that. ❝ I’ve never bought any outfits, nor ever could steal something like this… Or gotten gifts, really. So uh. Thank you. But, I going to turn back after I sleep or something? ❞

   While it was true, such a feat would normally involve a catch of some sort, it wasn’t much of a problem if she was planning an extended stay. All he did was manipulate her current fabrics, while adding a few rosy pigments & his own flair. The truth was, it was merely an illusion based spell. Most of the newer pieces (like her necklace) was actually enchanted sand. As soon as she was far enough away from him, only then would his mirage slip.     The sorcerer levitated his own cloud of dark sand & sent it before Sadira. Once he clenched his fist, there was a spark of bright light which left behind a clean, new mirror. It floated in front of her, proudly reflecting her appearance.    Seeing how much she appreciated the “gift” actually made him feel good about himself... for once. It was a strange, warm stirring in the pit of his stomach that forced a genuine smile out of him. It was almost uncomfortable. Biting the edge of his bottom lip, Mozenrath looked away for a moment. Imagine if her new clothes were real. If she liked this, he couldn’t wait to bring home tangible outfits that she could choose from each day. Quickly shaking his head of the idea, he chuckled apprehensively.  “Don’t be thanking me yet. I’m no GENIE... they’ll fade away the moment we’re far from each other. Your previous clothes are all still there, underneath the spell... we just can’t see that for the time being. Anyway, that doesn’t matter, just... I’m glad you like it.” Facing away from her, he started back towards the stairs, but added: "You do look lovely in that color."  

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( mutuals i’ve never interacted with, LIKE THIS for a short starter! multi-muse accounts, plz reply with character choice! i have so many new followers, & so little drafts! must change that. )

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flowerchosen·:

Watching as the stranger stepped out from the trees she immediately took a step back. Rapunzel had been expecting a animal but it wasn’t. She watched him bow then listened as he spoke. Waiting for him to finish she folded her arms over her chest. “I am far from alarmed. I’ve gotten used to things jumping out from bushes or emerging from behind trees.” She replied. Alright so maybe that was a little bit of a lie, there were still times she jumped at the smallest sounds but not as much as when Gothel had her in the tower or when she had started her journey away from the tower prison. 

And mean her no harm. Did he think her so naive as to trust his words? What kind of stranger would just happen to be wandering out here this deep into the woods. It was kind of odd at least to her. A sideways glance to her companion on her shoulder before looking back to the stranger as he introduced himself. Lord of the Black Sand, that was a place she had never heard of. 

When asked who she was, the princess was hesitant at first to even say anything but as he said they don’t need to remain strangers now did they? “Rapunzel. My name is Princess Rapunzel, of the Kingdom of Corona. Normally a stranger wouldn’t find themselves so deep in these woods as it’s easy to get lost. Which I seem to be. I mean, that is I was just heading….home. Yeah home. But the woods seem changed a little.” Oh no she was starting to ramble.

   As she rambled on, the sorcerer happened to notice just how incredibly long & full her blonde hair was. Why, that was interesting. Even at her presumably young age, how could hair even grow that fast? Perking an eyebrow at both her appearance & predicament, Mozenrath gestured around them. “Does that mean you’re a stranger to your own lands, princess?” Of course, that could be his own brand of magic beckoning him back to his own. There was no telling in a foreign forest such as this. “Regardless, I’m not lost. Sorcerer’s don’t get lost.”

   That wasn’t necessarily true, but at least it was for him. Wherever he traveled, he kept a pouch of black sand on his person at all times. With it, he could create a portal back home in an instant. It was the simplest trick in his book.     “Do you need help, your highness?” He waved his gloved hand in the air, producing harmless golden sparkles. “It would be no trouble to escort you out of these woods.”

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“Agrabah, have no fear: I have come to occupy the role of your resident homoerotic evil wizard previously occupied by Jafar.”

-Mozenrath

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Brothers ! 

In the original script of Aladdin 3, Mozenrath was Aladdin’s brother. So I drew them again, like they have to be a family again. Things seems to be complicated though. 

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❝ Well Ali Baba had them FORTY THIEVES, Scheherezade had a THOUSAND TALES.

   But MASTER you in luck ‘cause up your sleeves, you got a brand of MAGIC never fails! ❞ Sideblog to nostalgiawritten

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Mozenrath again ! 

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( i’m thinking of making one of those nifty multi-muse blogs i keep seeing people with. mine would be primarily disney characters of course. >v>;; i kinda wanna try my hand at genie. i’ve also been toying with the idea of rping as one of ariel’s sisters...aquata, specifically...& i’d probably move my miss bianca over there too. maybe morgiana too, since tumblr decided to lock me out of my own account. mozenrath & cassim would remain separate.)

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direbcrn​:

     And, as long as she liked, she planned to stay. For a while her mood had been down for running out of ideas. But luck seemed to be by her side, after all. It felt like something too good to be true, like dreaming. All she did was sitting at home doing nothing and solution walked right in! 

    ❝ Well, it’s a deal then! I shall stay, in exchange of free roam. You can trust me, I swear by my honor. ❞ She might be a thief with notable history, but not a kleptomaniac - borrowing something necessary without asking, that wasn’t stealing, right? Clasping her hands together she already thought about the possibilities. While she had stuck close to him by now, she was rather confident her street rat skills made it no problem to make it through the halls.

She didn’t ask much, not even where she would be staying - she could always find a corner, she planned. Such things simply didn’t cross her mind, had she slept on a carpet for the most of her life. ❝ So, anything else I should know? I think everything by now is manageable. ❞

   “Well... you should know, that while living in a palace, it’s more fitting to look the part.” He eyed her patchwork of clothing once more, a heavy brow arching at the faded fabrics. Again, he reminded himself she didn’t have any other choice. She had been living the street life up until now. It wasn’t as if she had any income or a husband, to provide for her. Regardless, she wouldn’t need currency while living at the citadel. If the witch of the sand needed something, all she had to do was ask. Waving his hand a few times in the air, it started to glow blue. Suddenly he pointed, sending the energy hurtling towards her. Once it made contact, her wardrobe shifted & changed on her body. Rosy silks replaced her rags & her once bare neck was now decorated with rubies. There was a matching set on a band in her warm, brown hair. Her bare feet were now covered in royal slippers. “There... that should do it.”    He was actually quite proud of his handiwork. Richer materials were far more befitting of Sadira. Those hand-me-downs did her no justice. She was actually quite lovely. When a slight breeze caught her tresses in a dance around her shoulders, Mozenrath forced himself to look away. That was... strange. Did his heart just skip a beat?    “Would you... like a mirror?”