#Magi sinbad

[thatsitso]

I had to make this with them

Og

[virtuelee]

Some magi sketches I did a while ago. Posting this now before I forget, I finally drew Judar

Close up because I like how I drew his face

I may make this my new profile pic

[mangocatart]

I swear it’s like fucking clockwork. As soon as that ending song comes on, I NEVER fail to look up as soon as he pops up on the screen.

[sunny-mercya]

Treacherous Love

Po–& Obsessive! False! Sinbad x Male Reader

Fandom -> MAGI

Masterlist

Having you in his arms, during the early rise of another glorious sun basking morning, was a blessing of comfort for him—reminder that he has won.

While you might haven't been in your best shape these past weeks, bedridden with stress-fever and fatigue of an aching body—muscles, bones and limps still not properly healed over the last years from not only a long past, but also from a recently present fight—Sinbad still had a pleasuring night with you.

Sinbad had a tight grip on your shackle free wrist, tracing his thumb over the bumpy rough whiteish—which resembles more like a strike of lightning or a starry filled row in the nights sky—patch of scared skin.

It's a constant reminder of pain filled past for the both of you and yet, whenever he traces the skin—taking a glance—he felt a wave of pridefulness rushing through him.

After all it had been him, Sinbad himself (and not Kouen) who had freed you—all those years ago, from the iron clutches of slavery—befriended you and brought you back to your kingdom, creating a new alliance and trade-partner.

It had been him, him alone. He's your saviour, the only man you need in your life—Sinbad's the man you're now married to, the only person you will love and be devoted till the very end—till Death.

»Rest well my prince« whispered Sinbad huskily into your ear, prepping a few kisses over your face and onto your swollen lips, knowing well that you're way too out of it—deep in slumber, to be aware of anything around you in your non conscious state.

Sinbad pulled out from you, stretching his body and getting out of the warm comfort of the bed—although he rather wanted to sleep in and having you cuddle up in his arms.

~~~•~~~

Sinbad heaved out a sigh, slumping in his seat as the stacks of paperworks and parchments towering over him on his desk.

Such a tedious task to do as a king, mused Sinbad—rather preferring you on his lap or walking through the palace garden with you, than doing paperwork—but alias, he needs to suffer through it anyways.

His folk is—just like you—priority over everything.

»Nadia says [Name] might be healthy enough to leave bed early this afternoon. So, if you complete your tasks, you can be there.« Ja'far dropped another roll of parchment onto his desk, while informing Sinbad of your health, leaving the study without waiting for a reply.

Sinbad smiles, Ja'far—his good dear friend—had gone a bit colder towards him, but hearing about your health improvement does lift Sinbads mood and he's ready to complete all his today paperworks neatly, just so he could be with you again.

Maybe, if you're coherent enough, Sinbad would carry you through the gardens—after all, you're found of flowers and he knows how much enjoyment they brought you—but he rather would have a repeat of last night, nibbling on your skin again and hearing your moans of his name.

~~~•~~~

With a gaps—sitting up in a rush—as if someone had sucked out all the air of breath from your lungs, you awoke from the clutches of dreams—which felt more like a nightmare, getting more and more realistic—and for a moment you didn't recognises your own bedroom, till you spotted the familiarity of the embroidery rug on the wall.

While still feeling the pain of last nights activity in your lower area, you turned your head towards the open window—a slight breeze of salty sea air passing thru and where an ever so blue summer sky was permanent yet again.

Today you felt much better than you had been in the last few weeks, more energetic even and your limps tingling—when heaving yourself out of bed, holding onto the sheets for support—for some movements again as they feel rather stiff and sore and more like a deadweight.

Longing for some much needed fresh air and a change of scenery, you decided—since you didn't know when either Sinbad or Nadia would come to you—to get yourself ready and making your way out of the room and into the gardens.

The Gardens, every kind of them—especially the ones in your home country and (those you preferred much more) in the Kou-Empire—had always been your favourite place to be, just seeing the colourful beauty of floral variety and growing nature had something magnificent magical to it (and it been joked, that the way to your heart would be flowers, which was definitely true—because otherwise you wouldn't have been married a second time)

Walking on the sandy paths through the garden, you felt the slight breeze of summer—which ghosted your skin—and the ray of sun, basking in their warmth, truly a good day to be outside and yet a sense of homesickness rolls over your joyful mood, damping it down.

Sindria—despite having a bit of lonesomeness now, as all your friends had gone back to their respective countries and now, although Sindria being big in populations (not as large as Reim or Kou of course) it feels as if it was only you, Sinbad, Ja'far and Nadia in the palace—was your home now, but so had been the Kou-Empire once as well and you missed it greatly.

You stopped at the pond, sitting down next to it—an ache flaring up heatedly in your legs, having put a bit—even when walking slowly and with steady steps, looking a bit wobbly—too much strain for your muscles—and while gazing upon the waters surface, seeing your own reflection in it, you sucked in a breath.

Kouen.

The tears welled up in your eyes and the first sobs rips through your lips—feelings of guilt and shame crawls through your heart, because not only haven't you thought of Kouen in a long time, but you also haven't send a prayer to him in the above.

Kouen had been your first husband, he's the man which had captured your heart—after whisking you away from your suffocating family and demanding an arrangement marriage with you—and who you loved so deeply, like the mortal prince had loved the godly sun.

And dear, dear god, do you miss Kouen—missing him so much, that your heart could break once more—and this time, no one could mend it into a healing—that you could weep for hours and days long once more again, because you just miss Kouen.

Of course you loved Sinbad such as much—as you had loved Kouen—otherwise you wouldn't have married him, but sometimes your heart aches for what's lost now and new wave of guilty regrets washes over you.

It had been Sinbad—after Kouens death—who had been there, in your weeping hours and comforting you through your grieving thoughts.

It had been Sinbad who took care of you, when you had been injured badly during a battle and gave you the much needed support throughout your recovery.

It had been Sinbad, whose understanding enough to give you some needed time of grievance and space—before confessing his love to you and showering you in nothing but sweet love, mending your broken heart back with a new flourishing love.

»My prince is crying, why?«

You flinched in surprise upon hearing Sinbads voice so close to you hear and his arms around your stomach—Sinbad lifts you back up into a standing, moving you in his arms that you're facing him.

When looking up at your husband, through tear stained eyes, you notice the sky's colour being now of orange and red—feeling upset with yourself, how you had wasted days time with crying.

You widen your eyes in horror, couldn't believe that you missing Kouen—and the still remaining grief—was a waste of time, how could you dare to think such unforgivable mean thought.

»Tell me, [Name]. What does made my prince so sad?« Sinbad asks again, swaying slightly with you from side to side—holding you close as you closed your eyes and leaned your head against his chest, hearing his heartbeat.

»I'm sorry Sinbad, I'm sorry. It's not fair to you, but I just keep missing Kouen....«

Sinbad shush you, telling you that it's alright—while leading you back inside the palace and towards the bedroom—but there's a visible sneer of anger on his face.

~~~•~~~

It had been past midnight, when Sinbad had been finished with you—after rounds and rounds of passionate love making and marking your skin with all sorts of bruises (especially love bites, tons of them), just to make it clear—to remind you—to whom you belong now.

After all, you're married to Sinbad and you belong solely to him and only him—so you still thinking of Kouen, after all these years and the damned work Sinbad had put into to have you return his love, makes Sinbad incredibly upset—mad even—and he had to stop himself from strangling you into unconsciousness, just to show who's your King.

~~~•~~~

Ja'far—as your friend—could only pity you, because despite your love for Sinbad was nothing but genuine sincere (and stupid naïve), Sinbads love to you was only a possession for him.

Sinbad wasn't Sinbad anymore, Ja'far knew this all too well—but you? You still believed it's the same Sinbad from childhood, who had been so heroic and promised you a better future.

And while Ja'far would always be on Sinbad side, he does pray to the heavens that you realise just how toxic Sinbad has become and free yourself from him.

To be tagged -> @hunn1e-bunn1e ,

[wtfastaroth]

Sinja wip

Any magi fans still alive?

[sidecharactersdomatter]

“We need more complex Fantasy leader characters!”

Dude, we couldn’t even handle Sinbad from Magi: The Labyrinth of Magic!

[karkiiiii]

[babymagi]

has this been done?

[mashiee]

[lovedbythemagimissjumpcity]

[morimakesfanart]

I was trying to get the chapter done for today (Sinbad day), but I clearly failed U-U so have this sketch I did last week. Imma try to get it out for my b-day now. Wish me luck!

I'll be streaming on the discord server tonight and possibly through Thursday tbh

[sleepsspamsalot]

cosplayer. photographer.

[ducotte-real]

Sinbad hay fever call that the bitch boy plague

[mangocatart]

Revamped my little sasanian magician girlie, doodled a friend’s old heliohaptian OC and Sinbad just because.

[hyatoro]

Sinbad Sub Headcanons

Sinbad

Part 2 of a request. You can find Kouen’s part here. 

SFW

Sinbad is a generous lover but because of everything that’s happened to him you can tell it’s all very surface level. Sure he can get up in people’s spaces and charm their pants off with his natural and hard earned charisma, but when it comes to his genuine relationships (as like a person) the ones that know him best have stuck with him even after seeing his ugly sides. 

How he loves and lets himself be loved can vary depending on what phase of Sinbad we’re talking about, but I’ll be sticking with the Sinbad we meet in early Magi. Not his prequel, and not late game Sinbad, though those are all sides of him. He is very welcome to public displays of affection, especially during festivals, but he hopes that his partner understands time and place, like when he has important meetings to arrange business deals. 

In contrast to Kouen, you wouldn’t need to be necessarily on his level djinn-wise. He just needs someone with a strong will to reign him in. He’s not as concerned about marrying another position of power. You’d likely still be somewhat of a power couple, since everyone he keeps around him is useful in one way or another. If we’re talking about having a relationship that has dom/sub stuff happening, then yeah. If he went to some red-light district and got dominated that’d be more a one time thing.

Your characterization is more open ended. As long as you find a way to make conversation with him and prove yourself, then you’re in. It’ll start as a fascination, and then evolve into an infatuation. Which honestly, he’d lie to himself about it because he doesn’t actually want to get distracted from his goals, which is what he thinks of it at the beginning. A distraction. Then he convinces himself that because you’re such a useful person that he’s just getting close to you to keep you in his arsenal. But then eventually he’d fold and admit that he’s weak for you. 

NSFW

Maybe he finally spills the beans when you corner him about why he’s been so annoying. “Why did you schedule me for so many meetings? All of which actually already have you in them so I don’t know why you would need me there.” 

Nervous sweating. “UH-”

He’s been in this wild mental state of “God she’s so hot and amazing and I’d be ok if she slapped me man i wish she would lol wouldn't that be funny” and “Haha eyes on the prize. Wake up and grind king.” 

So when you have him pushed up against a wall he’s frozen. And you already know he’s more than capable of just bolting if he wanted to. Then you realize exactly what weird emotions he’s feeling so you make the first move. 

A knowing look crosses your face and he gulps as you lean closer. You’re bent so that you’re looking up at him and he’s frozen like prey caught by a predator. And it’s kinda nice. 

You grab him by the collar of his shirt and whisk him away, and he can’t help but follow. Tired of dealing with his mental dilemma he surrendered the decision, the control, to you. 

As seen in my bondage headcanon for him, he needs a lot of trust. And that applies to all of this really. You may point out that dom/sub relationships need that in the first place. You’d be surprised. 

Of course he gives off his authoritative aura that exudes leadership, but he’s also just a silly goofy man sometimes. So it’s much easier to reign him in and transition to that dom/sub dynamic whenever, as opposed to Kouen where he has a hard line between private and public. 

Sinbad is down to get messy anywhere. 

Does not like choking. Is okay with gags if he’s not tied up. Basically if you want to tie him up you have to be thorough in making sure he’s comfortable. He doesn’t like anything around his neck like a collar or a choker because of his slave days. 

He likes edging and overstimulation. Testing his will and stamina gets him going and you can easily make him go crazy with little effort, or a lot. 

Kind of a masochist so he likes pain, but not to the point where you’re like actively trying to cause damage. It’s not like he hasn’t had worse but he doesn’t think getting beat is sexy. Spanking, pinching, slapping is all good. 

[wtfastaroth]

NONONO HEAR ME OUT

Do you know when Odysseus was trapped on Calypso's island for 7 years? What if something similar happened to Sinbad?

After the final battle in the sacred palace, the djinns imprisoned him in a dungeon that he alone is unable to escape.

It would make a great AU ok?

Do you see the vision