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i’ll admit I’ve mostly moved Ju to a multimuse blog... just makes my life a lot easier so I can pick up on my tons of other magi muses as well as try out some new ones and old ones alike all whenever I want.  some of the community has found me and it’s been fun feeling like I can do it all compared to here where I feel like a lotta people swerve from me.  ik it can be harder to approach multimuse blogs cause you feel like you’ve gotta wade through the muses you don’t know or care about but it’s also a lot more personal and not just like people going through all the active-ish fandom blogs and i’m just another checkmark along the way.  the people who follow me there I can actually rp with them all and I do make more of an effort to do so too

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The world was changing. 

That wasn’t something extreamly new and Jibril was a painfully aware that she was an example of how little things stayed the same through the centuries. For what she expirienced, she could tell though that there were now times that for sure would shatter the very basic of the world. But thinking about it wasn’t helpfull and right now she had to think of the way to get to the nearest city, the travel trough the borders of the desert being somehow tiring, even if she managed to keep herself hydrated and well-rested.

Right now it was one of those times and all she wished to do, while walking down with the pitcher filled with the water from the oasis’s lake, hoping to get some nice dinner with the fruits (maybe not so fresh after the journey, but still eatable) and the good evening with the new books, she just needed to reach her tent. The problem was that it was already occupied by a man she never saw before, sleeping (or she was hoping that it was sleep. If he would stop moving, that means she would have to burry him) in her place. Slowly reaching out, she left the things she was holding on the ground, carefully lifting her cane and poking him few times. 

“Hey there, strange man? Are you dead?” there was rather a confusion than the stressed note in her voice, though she was ready to hit him with the cane if he would act with any agression toward her. 

“Ugh, give me five more minutes you damn slave drivers....” He groaned, half conscious and swatting at whatever the hell was poking at him.  Ever since the dramatic breaking apart of the world, Aladdin and fucking Alibaba needed someone else with magic to help them figure out how everything connects.  He clearly didn’t have any interest in it but he was practically forced along and often found himself in uncomfortable places notably without enough luxuries to be tolerable.  With that in mind, he had to become some lowly scavenger and find decent spots in wherever the hell the lively pair of magi and king would wander dragging him in toe so this was simply another spot along the way.

Realizing the voice wasn’t familiar, he jerks up and glares something deadly groaning like a spoiled child who’d been deprived of his treat, “Ugh... can’t you buzz of for another few hours little girl?  It isn’t often they let me off the hook this long,”

“Sometimes…” There’s no escaping him that easily, but first he’ll grab them both a bottle of water from the fridge, carefully placing them onto the adjacent counter and staring. It’s odd to even catch Judar doing housework without being asked, let alone something like cooking and quite honestly…he could get used to this. Not that he’d want to constrain his fiancé, but..it was a nice feeling to finally have some normalcy in their life. 

“I could get used to coming home to this…” His fingers are slow but gentle, sneaking alone the other’s outer thigh. “As for my birthday cake…just having you is enough for me.” 

“Most times...”   He’d rather have a damn maid for this shit but he had to admit the process wasn’t quite as annoying as he expected... even if doing the dishes was shit.  

That’s a bit concerning, but Aladdin won’t hold that against him. The transition between being a couple and being engaged could be tiring to anyone, and a few slip ups were bound to happen - especially if you’ve been known as a title for close to four years now. “I could be,” It’s a joke, obviously and he’ll break off the tension with another kiss before finally standing up straight and giving a long, dreamy sigh at the empty plate. 

“…It was really good though. Did she give you her recipe? She used to make this really yummy one when I was little and decorate it like a bunch of different things. Same with cookies…”

“Stop... you and I both know who’s usually taking it,” He grumbles in embarrassment, trying to cover up that point with something more favorable.

“It’s not a bad thing that you want to learn, and my mom is a great teacher but you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Judar,” Ahhh, he’s taking this opportunity to snuggle up as close as possible before landing a few innocent kisses onto the other’s neck. “I told you already, I’m going to take care of you from now on. You don’t have to worry about anything. Though if you keep making cakes like that…I might just end up sending you off to culinary school~.” 

“Yeah right... I barely passed high school cause that shit was so dull not to mention how long you had to study made me dizzy just watching,” He rolled his eyes, shifting so that he could press his lips onto Aladdin’s briefly luckily with not too much difficulty seeing as he was already leaning down, “You’re my boyfriend not my dad...”

“I ate my feelings. With a whole cake.”

Okay now he’s just feeling bad and acting more like a guilty little puppy than anything else. “Sorry…” Guess he has no choice but to wrap his arms around that waist and hug his angry boyfriend from behind. “It was really good….maybe we can make one together and you can show me what you learned?…”

“Are you fucking kidding me…. we were supposed to have that after dinner goddammit,” Despite Judar giving Aladdin that news that he’d snuck over to his parents house and was mentored in the art of baking by Sheba without inviting his boyfriend and her son could have been somewhat insensitive... especially considering the younger was hanging out with friends anyway and probably could have joined them for one of her home-cooked meals but that didn’t mean he got to just scarf down all his fine work in one gulp.