“Why should I trust you?” (Eugene) @sultansdaughter
"Look I know I made a reputation for myself," Eugene said, he wasn't proud of what he'd done. and while he didn't remember specifically stealing from the Sultan of Agrabah. He didn't doubt that the princess had heard enough stories about him from others to form an opinion of him.
"But I am not that person any more. I care about Rapunzel, she makes me want to be a better person, so whatever you've heard I probably did, and I know sorry isn't enough, but I am sorry."
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@sultansdaughter liked for a starter
"..... Princess...." Hook removed his hat and gave a bow, speaking through his teeth, he hadn't a clue what she was THINKING by inviting him for tea out in the gardens. Perhaps she owed him an apology? He HOPED it was an apology. Perhaps NOW she would start acting like a grown up.
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@sultansdaughter replied to your post “|| 🖤 ||: ❝ An awful situation but I have to admire...”:
“At least someone agrees. Jafar is next.”
|| 🖤 ||: ❝ Oh dear Princess. You confuse my admiration for the method as me supporting you, don't you? ❞
|| 🖤 ||: ❝ No No. You execution was sloppy and your target is a beloved of a ally of mine and a friend of my Ward.
We are not friends, Princess. We are enemies. ❞
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@sultansdaughter said ; “When your eyes are on me, i feel like something worth seeing. “
it's hard for eric to hide the look of bewilderment that crosses his face. as well as the slightly flustered pink tint coming to his cheeks. was that not something she was used to? he himself always tried to treat every monarch he met with respectfully. even the ones that were painfully dull or clearly had no interest in meeting with him. ❛ please forgive my forwardness but, is that not how everyone makes you feel when speaking with you? ❜
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@sultansdaughter asked;; Jasmine rolled her eyes. “I thought I was rid of you…” (Iago)
"Sorry toots, I'm not gonna disappear that easy." The bird remarked casually, scratching his chin with a yawn. "You know, it was nice taking a little vacation from your real encouraging attitude. A spoiled brat like you really needs to learn some manners. "
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continued from here [X] @sultansdaughter
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"Royal feast? Oh what's the occasion?" He was trying to be respectful but also was excited cause he wanted to go and was admittedly famished, but he was just a hero from another world not anyone special, Despite his hero attire. Something that made him melt in the hot sun.
"What's a royal feast like? I never been in all honestly."
Still food! His tail swished a bit
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brown eyes scan through the streets of argrabah as he walks, he came here on a mission but a little extra loot wouldn't hurt. he heard this was the best street for markets and his satchel was begging for items to be placed inside it. his fingers are nimble as they swipe an item throughout the various vendors.
he had heard about a special scepter inside the palace that cost a fortune, and he couldn't wait to get his hands on it. only problem was ... how would he get in? he would find away, his best plans always come last minute or so he believes.
his actions seize when feeling a set of eyes upon him. he's unsure at first whether he should react or act as if it does not bother him. his fingers reach for an item nearby as he eyes it using his peripherals to see someone in a hood with their eyes locked on him from a distance. could it be stalyan? no, she wouldn't follow him all the way out here ... a slight smirk graces his lips as he pays for the item and tucks it in his bag with the stolen merchandise.
❝ are you lost? ❞
@sultansdaughter // starter call.
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⸻ @sultansdaughter liked the sc // ursula & jasmine
⸻ ❛ “mark my words. he will never love you the way that you deserve.”
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What is your place in the royal court?
Your Result:
the knight.
a defender, strong as stone, you make it a mission to defend. never would you turn your back on those in need; valorous, a paragon, a sword raised in battle with a cry on your lips... but, be warned, noble knight, that you do not fall to the sword, yourself. are these ideals worth dying for?
Inspired by: sultansdaughter
Tagging: adara-of-the-flame, murukuruandfriends, strengthandvigour, the-hunter-of-teufort-rp
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@sultansdaughter liked for a starter with one of my prince muses (Kit).
Kit knew his kingdom was tiny compared to such grand nations as Agrabah, but even tiny kingdoms needed allies.
Bowing deeply to the princess, Kit tried to be as welcoming as possible.
Princess Jasmine was beautiful, Kit could admit that much, though the young king only had eyes for his queen.
"Your Highness, welcome. I hope your journey was smooth."
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Where could she look for work around here? Ríane had worked as a guard before, and she had the papers to prove it, too - now whether or not they were going to be valid in this place, wherever it was, was another question entirely. In her brown coat and loose pants, she looked a lot like the guards she had spotted outside the castle, around which she was circling now.
In new places, she took some time before she learned what was where, and the decision to stay there, close to this impressive building, soon won over her curiosity. She could explore the city more at some later moment. Right. If she could catch the eye of someone and ask whether anyone knew if there might be people looking for a guard someplace around here, that'd be perfect...
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“Be honest…. Do you think you and I would’ve been friends if Jafar was nonexistent?”
send me "be honest..." with a question your muse has been dying to ask mine and they'll answer truthfully.
"... If Jafar was non existent... I would have never been welcomed into Agrabah, I would have never have made it into the Palace, let alone invited inside there... So... Unless you actually cared about your people, your trades and hiring a Privateer, then I don't think we would have been friends."
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@sultansdaughter
"To what do I owe the pleasure..."
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@sultansdaughter - REQUESTED
Ariel was amazed by how much sand there is in this city of Aggrabah. She thought only the beach would have this much sand. Once she touched it, it was HOTTER than the sand in Atlantica. The closer Pegasus flew to the city, the more excited Ariel became. Apparently her cousin knew the prince of the city named ‘Aladdin’. She was already impressed by the giant palace they landed nearby. It was as large as the caste from home.
The mermaid ignored everything when she saw a fountain on the side of the palace. She saw the gates, but carelessly climbed over it. Once she trespassed to the royal garden, she ran to the fountain. She took off the dress she was made to wear when visiting the palace; she was down to her underwear. Then she finally dived into the fountain.
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@sultansdaughter liked for Nasira!
So this is the infamous daughter her brother has spoken of...? Hm. When he mentions how much of a thorn in his side that she is, the sorceress expected her to be... More intimidating? But she knew her manners.
"My most humble greetings, your majesty." The woman introduces herself, giving a deep bow to the princess. Her hand on her chest as she lifts her dress into a curtsey. Her voice dripping with a... Familiar charm. Far too familiar. "Its an honor to meet you... I'm a visitor here in the palace, you see." She gives a grin as she sizes the girl up briefly. "I am Nasira. I've heard a great deal about you."
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“Fuck’s sake.” Jim muttered to himself. He was beyond frustrated.
It was hot as hell, he was melting, the sail of his surfer provided him with little to no protection from the sun, his engine was completely destroyed and everything he’d tried to do to make it work again had been useless. He had no tools, no spare parts, no anything. Only his hands. And they were proving to not be enough. Twisting some cables together and trying to tighten bolts and screws with his fingers we’re getting him nowhere.
He was starting to believe he might stuck here- and for who knows how long. He didn’t even know where he was to begin with.
Defeated, the boy sat on the board and ran a hand through his hair, letting out a long sigh. ”Great.”
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