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Stormy Seas

Send me “Stormy Seas” for your muse to find mine washed up on the shore.

                ♚┊ At the first signs of consciousness, he feels a powerful, throbbing pain in his head, he winces and is unaware of the moan that escapes his lips. He could hear sounds; distant, incoherent ones as he tries to open heavy eyelids. 

                 He squints when the light touches his irises but, with some discomfort, he tries again only to be met with unrecognizable stone-tiled walls, unlit lantern standing on a cabinet next to a washbasin on the far side of this room.

                A cold breeze blows from the open window on his left where a dull, white light shines through, his first instinct is to get up and close it, but as he tries to move his body, pain strikes, jerking a loud groan from his lips.

                           God, why is he in so much pain? 

               He brings his hand to his side to which the pain was emanating from and touches the fabric that tightly wraps around his body. He is confused. he further inspects the rest of his body. everywhere he touches hurts. He tries to jog his memory but his mind was empty and it fills him with a sense of dread as his throat goes dry. 

              What on earth had happened to him? where the hell is he?  None of what he has woken up to is the least bit familiar. Not this dull room, nor the red-carpeted floor and certainly not the excentric flag hanging on the wall. His mind is empty; a blank page and he is frightened.

              His breathing becomes heavier, edging on panicking. He becomes hyper-aware of one important question, who is he?

                 he screams!

[arb3a]

Pap paps the Aunties face gently.

㊃║Grabs Aladdin and crushes him against her. ❛come to auntie’s breasts, my cute little nephew.❜║㊃

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"Sooo are you named Sinbad because you literally sin bad or what..?" MAROON NO.

“would you like to find out?”

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Icon meme: Sinbads reaction when he sees a catgirl whos wants to be a Chinese Zodiac sign

《Meme》《Let’s play the ‘I have an icon for that’ game.》 

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“that vile creature as you call him is worth a hundred of you.” { AOS Sin }

a guy with a lower self-esteem might find her statement insulting, degrading even, but Sinbad was well aware of who he is, what’s his worth. so in response, all he does is curve the corner of his lips.

“I seriously doubt that.”

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❝Easy, there. Try to sit up.❞

His world is spinning, looks like he had too much to drink, so he keeps a firm grip on wynter and laughs.

“I don’t think I can do that...” instead of sitting up, he pulls her closer to him, his face close to hers, he whispers, “But that’s fine because I have you by my side, my own goddess of protection.”

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“How much death have you seen?”

Questions/Comments to be sent anonymously!

The corner of his lips give an involuntary twitch, the cordial smile he, Oh, so professionally wore, recedes into a thoughtful purse, and his eyebrows lower, just to hint, he found the question a bit out of place.

Internally, the turbulence that shook him stays well hidden behind his impeccable visage (he mastered the skill of controlling one’s facial expression when needs be), and he fought the flood of memories that threatened to break it. 

Oh, how vividly it played before him. The charcoal bodies, the crimson stained hands, the bone-chilling screams down to the fading whispers passing through quivering lips with a purpose. He runs his fingers along the rosewood arm of his chair as if finding the answer there before fixing his conviction-ladened gazee on the prince again. 

“enough to make me realize what desperately needs change in this world.”

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🎭 🔞 ((Theemperorsdragon I'VE GOT NOTHING TO LOSE SO WHY NOT! hi i'm manda and I'm a hobo for rping))

『 Send in 🎭 for our muses to meet at a masquerade ball. Add a 🔞 to have a sexier theme along with it. 』☾『no longer accepting.』

ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵒᵒᵐ ʷᵃˢ ᵍʳᵒʷᶦᶰᵍ ᵗᵒᵒ ʰᵒᵗ, ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᶜᵒᵘᶫᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶜᵃᶰᵗᶫʸ ᵈʳᵉˢˢᵉᵈ ʷᵒᵐᵉᶰ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉᶦʳ ˢᵏᶦᶰ ʳᵘᵇᵇᶦᶰᵍ ᵃᵍᵃᶦᶰˢᵗ ʰᶦˢ, ᶜᵒᵘᵖᶫᵉᵈ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃᶜᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᶦᶰᶜʳᵉᵃˢᶦᶰᵍᶫʸ ᵍᵉᵗᵗᶦᶰᵍ ᶜʳᵒʷᵈᵉᵈ⋅ ᵇᵉᵃᵈˢ ᵒᶠ ˢʷᵉᵃᵗ ʳᵒᶫᶫᵉᵈ ᵈᵒʷᶰ ʰᶦˢ ᵇᵃʳᵉ ᶜʰᵉˢᵗ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᶦᶜᵏʸ ᶠᵉᵉᶫᶦᶰᵍ ᵈᵒᵉˢᶰ’ᵗ ᵇᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʰᶦᵐ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶫᵉᵃˢᵗ, ˢᶦᶰᵇᵃᵈ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗᶫʸ ᵉᶰʲᵒʸˢ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵗᶦᵉˢ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘᶫᵈ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵘᶰʷᶦᶰᵈ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶜᵃʳᵉᶫᵉˢˢᶫʸ ᶦᶰᵈᵘᶫᵍᵉ ᶦᶰ ʰᶦˢ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵖʳᶦᵐᵃᶫ ᵈᵉˢᶦʳᵉˢ, ᵃᶰᵈ ᶦᵗ ᵈᶦᵈᶰ’ᵗ ᵇᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃˢᵏ ˢᵉʳᵛᵉᵈ ᵃˢ ᶜᵒᶰᶜᵉᵃᶫᵐᵉᶰᵗ ᵃᶰᵈ ʰᵉᶫᵖᵉᵈ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠʳᵃᵍᶦᶫᵉ ᶦᵐᵃᵍᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᶫᵈ ˢᵉᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰᶦᵐ⋅ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ ʰᵒᶰᵉˢᵗᶫʸ ᶜᵃʳᵉᵈ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᶦᵗ ˢᵃᵛᵉᵈ ʰᶦᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵃʳˢʰ ᵗᵒᶰᵍᵘᵉ ᶫᵃˢʰᶦᶰᵍ ʰᵉ’ᵈ ʳᵉᶜᵉᶦᵛᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᶦˢ ᶠʳᶦᵉᶰᵈˢ⋅  

ᵈᶦᵖᵖᶦᶰᵍ ʰᶦˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷʰᶦˢᵖᵉʳ ᵒᵇˢᶜᵉᶰᶦᵗᶦᵉˢ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉᵃʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᶫᵃᵈʸ ᵇᵉˢᶦᵈᵉ ʰᶦᵐ, ʳᵉᶫᶦˢʰᶦᶰᵍ ᶦᶰ ʰᵉʳ ᵍᶦᵍᵍᶫᵉˢ, ˢᶦᶰᵇᵃᵈ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᶫᶦˢˢᶠᵘᶫᶫʸ ᵘᶰᵃʷᵃʳᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵒᵃᶜʰᶦᶰᵍ ᵈᵃᶰᵍᵉʳ⋅ 

ᵘᶰᵗᶦᶫ ʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵛᵉᶰᵍᵉᶠᵘᶫᶫʸ ˢᵖᶫᵃˢʰᵉᵈ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᶜᵒᶫᵈ ᶫᶦᑫᵘᶦᵈ⋅ 

ʰᵉ ᵍᵃˢᵖˢ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ���ᵒᵒᶫ ʷᶦᶰᵉ ᵐᵃᵏᵉˢ ᶜᵒᶰᵗᵃᶜᵗ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʰᶦˢ ʰᵉᵃᵗᵉᵈ ˢᵏᶦᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ʰᶦˢ ᵉʸᵉˢ ᶠᶫᵃʳᵉ, ʲᵒᶫᵗᶦᶰᵍ ᵗᵒʷᵃʳᵈˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒᶰ ˢᵗᵃᶰᵈᶦᶰᵍ ᵖʳᵒᵘᵈᶫʸ ᶦᶰ ᶠʳᵒᶰᵗ ᵒᶠ ʰᶦᵐ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃᶰ ᵉᵐᵖᵗʸ ᵍᶫᵃˢˢ ᶦᶰ ʰᵃᶰᵈ⋅ 

“ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵃᵏᵉ, ᶫᵉᵗ’ˢ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᶫᶦᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵃᶜᶜᶦᵈᵉᶰᵗᵃᶫᶫʸ ˢᵖᶦᶫᶫᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵈʳᶦᶰᵏ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵐʸ ᶜʰᵉˢᵗ⋅” ʰᵉ ˢᵃᶦᵈ, ᵗᵒᶰᵉ ᵗʰʳᵉᵃᵗᵉᶰᶦᶰᵍ.

@theemperorsdragon

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💀

『All the Little Things Meme�� ☾『accepting』

☾『💀 - What are they afraid of?』

losing what he built and worked hard for( this, of course, includes his kingdom, his friends, his company, allies, etc), but honestly, the thing that terrifies Sin the most is that he’s wrong about himself, that he’s not as ‘special’ as he perceives himself to be. also he’s afraid of not being in control of things.

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🎹

『All the Little Things Meme』☾『accepting』 

 ☾『🎹 - Do they play any instruments?』

Nope, he’s actually not interested in playing any either, though Sin believes that if he ever played he’d be good at it, but the truth is he can’t play, not even if his life depended on it TBH. 

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Do you Roleplay?

I’m supposed to...

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Mysterious deer tailed woman - 🎭

『 Send in 🎭 for our muses to meet at a masquerade ball.  』☾『accepting.』

ᵉᵛᵉᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᵗᵗᵉᶰᵈᵃᶰᵗˢ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵖᵃʳᵗʸ ʷᵒʳᵉ ᵐᵃˢᵏˢ, ʰᵒʷ ᶦᶰᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗᶦᶰᵍ﹗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖʳᵒᵐᶦᶰᵉᶰᵗ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵃᶰᶜᵉᵈ ᶦᶰ ʰᶦˢ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵃˢ ᵒᶰᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵒᶠᶠᵉʳᵉᵈ ʰᶦᵐ ᵃ ᵈʳᶦᶰᵏ ᶦᶰ ʷʰᶦᶜʰ ʰᵉ ᵍᶫᵃᵈᶫʸ ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᵉᵈ, ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ ˢʰᵉ ʷʰᶦˢᵖᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵃᶫᵒᶰᵍ ᵈᶦᵈ ᶰᵒᵗ ʳᵉᵃᶜʰ ʰᶦˢ ᵉᵃʳˢ⋅ ʰᵉ ᵈʳᵃʷˢ ʰᶦˢ ᵉʸᵉᵇʳᵒʷˢ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶫᵉᵃᶰˢ ᶜᶫᵒˢᵉʳ, “ʰᵐᵐ﹖ ᴵ’ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ, ᵐᶦᶰᵈ ʳᵃᶦˢᶦᶰᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵛᵒᶦᶜᵉ ᵃ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ, ᵈᶦᵈᶰ’ᵗ ᑫᵘᶦᵗᵉ ʰᵉᵃʳ ʸᵒᵘ﹖”