#SinJaAUWeek

[mari-m-rose]

Sinja AU & HC week: Day 1- Destiny

This is one of my dearest HCs ♥. Just like the guys could sense Sin’s importance for them after his speech at Valefor, Sin can also sense how important they will be for him the moment he meets them. That’s why he still wants to be friends with them when they started as enemies. However what he saw when he met Ja’far was a little confusing (so it was when he met Drakon, but he understood as soon as he saw him assimilated)....This is pre-sinja btw.

[naoscifra]

💜 SINJA AU&HC WEEK 💚✨

DAY 1: MISFORTUNE

Oh those days in the sun, what I’d give to relive this once?

[mizuri-chan]

Sinja AU Week

Day 1: Reincarnation

[200100loquetuquerai]

Sinja Week Day 1: Destiny & Misfortune - Reincarnation

It has been said that the Blue Mosque in Istanbul looks a lot like Sindria’s Palace. 

Thanks to @supergalletitadechocolate for the idea <3

[sinja-au-week]

Sinbad and Ja’far meet in every world and universe. Are they meant to be happily together in every life?

AU suggestion: Reincarnation AUs

Headcanon suggestion: Sinbad can feel the waves of destiny, and choose the best option, was it destiny to meet Ja’far? Ja’far has followed Sinbad his entire life, how does he feel about meeting him?

Sinbad and Ja’far share their lives: they live together, work together, make projects together and dream together. Are their lives a nice daily routine or a complete chaos, maybe both?

AU : Modern AUs : Coffee shop, restaurant, music band, idol, actor, office, marriage, adoption, parenthood, etc.

HC: daily life in Reim/Balbadd/Sindria/Partevia.

Part of Sinja’s lives are amazing quests and dangerous missions. What places have they visited, what have they done there? Did they survive? Did they fight against each other or together?  How did they fell for each other in such a context?

AU: Mafia, gangster, angels & demons, vampire, etc.

HC: sinja’s untold adventures and progress of their romance.

Sinja as characters of other series’ (doesn’t have to be another anime series, it can be anything). 

AU : Any crossover AUs /Taking into account the parallel worlds that are canon in Magi, such as the one in which Judar is Sinbad’s magi and Ja’far and Aladdin come from the Kou empire, what other possible combinations can exist for sinja roles within the Magi world? Or what are your Kou AU headcanons?

Sinja’s lives are one true tale. How is their story told? Is it a magical love story? Or a tragedy? Maybe a comedy.

AU: fairy tale AUs (can be existing ones or ones of your own creation).

HC: Sinbad reads fanfics (written by his citizens/workers/fans) based on his adventure novels. What does he find out? Did his fans make sinja happen? What is his opinion? Ja’far reads them too.

(free) Your most beloved Au/headcanon or the one that you also like but hurts.

AU’s and headcanons about the end of sinja’s story.

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Important: All AU and HC suggestions are nothing but suggestions. If you have an idea you love better you are free to do it. There are no incorrect ways of interpreting the prompts ♥. Please read the rules too. I hope you enjoy Sinja AU & HC week!!! (It starts this Sunday :3).

[spararts]

Sinja AU week - Day 5:  Fairy Tale

I love Mythology AUs and Sinbad is much like Gilgamesh. So Ja’far gets to be Enkidu with long hair because reasons. 

The first drawing is based on the image of Gilgamesh and Enkidu killing the bull of heaven.

[silly-nonny-fics-are-for-fandoms]

Marry You

Sinja AU Week day two: Harmony or chaos.

“Okay, Sinbad, you have to breathe. It’s not a big deal; you’re only going to propose. Don’t freak out.” Sinbad mumbled to himself, sitting in his car in the driveway of the house he shared with Ja’far.

‘But what if he says no?’ Whispered his thoughts.

Sinbad felt anxiety rising in him, hoping that didn’t happen. Deep breaths. Deep breaths.

He just had to wait until the date was over, whisk Ja’far away to the park and propose during tonight’s meteor shower. Easy.

Except, life had different plans for them that night.

Because Alibaba and Hakuryuu decided to have their first date at the same restaurant, and go to the same park to see the meteor shower, and they somehow managed to convince Rurumu to convince Ja’far to make it a double date on their anniversary. Not to mention the restaurant mixed up the reservations and they had to wait another hour.

So, after collecting his thoughts and calming his nerves, he exited the car and walked into the house, knowing Ja’far would be waiting for him.

What he didn’t know, however, was that the other happy couple waited in there as well.

Sinbad opened the door, sighing to himself as the smell of warm cookies hit his senses.

“Welcome home, Sin!” Ja’far called from the kitchen, bringing out a plate of said chocolate chip cookies. He wore his usual homewear; baggy sweatpants and one of Sinbad’s large shirts pared with his green glasses in lieu of his usual contact lenses. Adorable.

“Glad to be home, Ja’far.” Sinbad smiled and kissed Ja’far quickly, taking a cookie and munching on it. Wonderful.

“Looking forward to tonight?” Asked Ja’far, bringing the plate back into the kitchen as Sinbad followed behind him, happily eating his cookie. They had the next two hours to themselves, when before they only had one.

“Of course. But, babe, about that; The restaurant made a mistake and we have to go an hour later. But, we still won’t miss the meteor shower, okay?”

Ja’far suddenly froze, and turned around to face Sinbad.

“Oh… Sin, I forgot to mention; Alibaba and Hakuryuu are here.”

“What?”

“They’re in the living room with the cat.”

Sinbad groaned, facepalming. He loved the two teenagers, really, but he wanted to spend the day with Ja’far because of their anniversary.

Okay. He can work with this. They’ll just watch a movie. Perfect.

“Alright then, Ja’far. Why is Hakuryuu’s car not in the driveway then?” Sinbad asked, grabbing himself another cookie.

“Because, Sin, Hakuryuu may have a car, but he doesn’t have his license yet. We have to drive them.”

“So do we have to watch something PG?” Sinbad mumbled. On any other day, he’d be happy to talk with them, watch a movie and enjoy the evening with a glass of wine.

“No, but I did put on that new mystery movie. Hakuryuu seemed very into it.”

“You mean the one I wanted to watch with you this weekend?”

“Mhm. I mean, we had it anyway, so I let them watch it. It’s probably almost over, if you still wanna watch it.”

“Never mind…” Sinbad grumbled to himself, leaning against the counter.

“Sin, you’re upset, what’s wrong?”

“I wanted to spend today with you, that’s all…”

Ja’far leaned over and got on his tip toes to kiss his boyfriend, smiling.

“You have me every single day, Sin. C’mon, let’s have fun before tonight; watch our favorite movie?”

“Clue?”

“That’s the one. And it leaves me thirty minutes to get ready.”

Sinbad smiled down at Ja’far, feeling some of the stress from the day melting away. Clue was their favorite movie for three reasons; One, Ja’far loved trying to figure out which ending made the most sense, two, Sin loved the comedy, and three, Sinbad always had to make Ja’far stop thinking about it by any means necessary

“Mr. Ja’far??” Called a voice from the living room, and Ja’far rolled his eyes but responded by leaving the kitchen.

This, Sinbad thought to himself, was going to be a chaotic day. He could already tell.

The next two hours were spend lounging on the couch with the two teenagers, watching the comedic movie until Ja’far had to go get ready to go.

And the rest of the date went well, which surprised Sinbad pleasantly. Hakuryuu informed them that he and Alibaba had a table across the building from them, and that made things go much smoother.

Until they got to the park and had been set up.

Sinbad felt that anxiety rising in his throat again, hands fumbling a bit as he patted his jacket pocket to make sure the ring box was still there.

“Sin, what are you worrying over?” asked Ja’far, leaning against him under the warm blanket they’d brought.

“It’s nothing. Have I told you how amazing you look tonight?” Sinbad asked, smiling softly.

“Not since we left the house.” Ja’far rolled his eyes, smiling a bit.

“Well, I need to say it more. You look amazing.” Sinbad nuzzled himself against Ja’far, listening to the sound of the wind and the birds and the other people around them waiting for the meteor shower, enjoying the soft light from the lampposts.

They continued like that for a few minutes, just wrapped up in each other, until Alibaba piped up from his own little space with Hakuryuu a yard or two away.

“So, when’s the wedding?”

Sinbad started choking on air, and Ja’far told Alibaba they weren’t engaged.

“Really? I You guys just seem so… In love, you know? Like the perfect couple.” Alibaba muttered, almost looking jealous.

“I promise, Alibaba, we are far from perfect. Besides, I don’t think Sin wants to get married.” Ja’far shrugged, sitting up.

Sin could’ve screamed at the irony.

“Dammit… Well, I guess now is as good of a time as any..” Sinbad said, mostly to himself, as he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the ring box.

“Sin? What do you mean by that?” Asked Ja’far, glancing over at the other man, not having noticed the box yet.

“Well…” Sinbad moved the box into Ja’far’s line of sight, heard the gasp and opened it as he sat facing the smaller man. “Ja’far… We’ve been together for so long—“

“Yes.” Ja’far interrupted, not even waiting to hear the rest of what Sinbad had to say.

“Ja’far, at least let me ask you properly.” Sinbad chuckled, watching the array of emotions on Ja’far’s face.

“Right, right- I’m sorry, I just got caught up…”

Sinbad smiled and gently took Ja’far’s hand in his own, looking into the beautiful emerald eyes of the freckled man’s.

“Ja’far, we’ve been together for so long it feels like I’ve never been without you, loved each other for what feels like forever, and I know I’m not the greatest boyfriend, heck I’m not even a great person, but somehow you still love me. So… Will you marry me, and be with me until the end?”

Ja’far didn’t respond, having already given his answer, instead kissing Sinbad passionately.

“It’s starting!” Someone yelled, and the happy couple pulled away from each other as the meteor shower began, Sinbad slipping the ring onto Ja’far’s hand.

The day had been filled with chaos, but Sinbad was happy for the harmonious ending.

[renyir-blog]

3. action & adventure (post-apocalyptic) [do not repost without my permission}

boy am i late to this game whoops, but im an adult humanoid being with an adult job and lots of lizards and 0 time 

I decided better late than never, so heres prompt 3 of the SinJa AU week, featuring post-apocalyptic garb. Prolly gonna outline this and repost it later??? Maybe w/ color??? 

headcanon that even though Sin looks like a badass Ja’far still does all the dirty work himself because let’s face it Sin can’t handle himself let alone a dead monster body

[tactiletea]

Sinja AU Week -- Day 1 -- Destiny or Misfortune 

(Not entirely pleased with how this came out, but after a while I just need to post it so I can stop looking at it)

“ Most nights, he doesn’t dream. And if he does, it’s forgotten as soon as he opens his eyes. But there are occasions, when he’s too overworked, too stressed, too exhausted to block out the images. And on those nights, it’s not dreams he’s haunted by. ”

The nightmares come infrequently now that he’s older but they’ve increased in detail. What was once just a vague image of death has become a distinct face, distorted and blood soaked. Ja’far sits holding a king, his king, robes and body both torn apart. The violet and gold he swathed himself in is muddy and dark. And all around them, black butterflies swirl in a tornado. Above them stands another man, taller, more imposing. His hair is dark and curly, his smile chilling and overly pleased; arrogant. He holds the king up by a series of strings, turns him into a puppet and makes him dance even if his eyes are closed and his heart still and silent. And every time Ja’far tries to cut the strings, he’s pulled back, further and further, he watches the king as he’s taken from him, submerged in a darkness so thick Ja’far has trouble breathing. And when he finally emerges, it’s on the end of an angel’s sword. The world shakes, the ground crumbles and Ja’far falls, further and further away from his king who always seems just out of reach.

Ja’far sits curled on the couch, a mug of tea in his hands, that special chamomile blend that stills his shaking. He hovers over it, inhales nothing but spices and leaves and hopes the steam might wash through his mind and cleanse him. He can never get away with sneaking out of bed in the middle of the night, no matter the reason. It’s like Sinbad knows when he’s been left alone, like his body sets off some alarm the minute Ja’far isn’t beside him to squish and squeeze in his sleep. Worse, it’s like Sinbad knows what’s wrong before Ja’far says anything, like he can see straight through his skull and into his mind. He should be used to this by now, but still, the way Sinbad looks at him, standing in the hall, leaning against the doorframe, it’s like he sees the dreams and understands.

Sinbad slinks into the room, rearranges Ja’far on the couch so he can perch behind him and lean over his shoulder. Ja’far keeps his eyes down, he can’t look at him without seeing blood. Sinbad’s always been in his dreams, the mighty king, and Ja’far’s never been able to save him. 

“It was just a bad dream. Just needed to calm down so I could go back to sleep. You didn’t have to get up.” 

Ja’far answers because Sinbad isn’t asking, because Sinbad knows better than to poke and prod at Ja’far when he’s so quiet and shaken. Ja’far will tell him when he’s ready, he always does. 

“Wanted to. Bed’s too big to sleep alone.” 

“Thank you for at least putting pants on before coming to find me.” 

Sinbad laughs, short and sleepy in Ja’far’s ear, nuzzling against the side of his head, curling his arms around his waist.

“Sorry, I think I’m fine now.” 

Ja’far murmurs, twisting to set the mug down on the coffee table before leaning back into Sinbad, ready to go back to bed but content to just lay here as well. There’s a long pause between them, Sinbad dozing off again, Ja’far counting the number of times the wall clock ticks. 

“What are your dreams like?” 

Sinbad opens his eyes, finds Ja’far still isn’t looking at him, and hums his consideration. 

“Mm, normal stuff, most of the time. Some weird ones. You’re usually in them, always have been.” 

“Are they good dreams?” 

Not always. Not the ones where you’re drifting further and further away from me. Where you’re crying and calling my name and I know I’ve hurt you even when I was supposed to be the one to save you. You promised to follow me but I’ve gone somewhere you can’t and I’m sorry for leaving you behind, for not trusting you, for not being there for you.   

“Sometimes.” 

Ja’far knows he’s at least partially lying. Lately, they seem to take turns finding one another on the couch. There’s another long pause before Sinbad speaks again. 

“Y’know, I was reading an article online the other day. An interview with some monk. He’s been using dream analysis to connect people with their past lives. Says that when you’re asleep, your mind is able to drift between all the different lives you lead and sometimes the memories that have been sealed away inside you slip out.” 

Ja’far snorts, scrunches his nose and Sinbad can’t see it in the dark but he can image his freckles clustering together. 

“That sounds completely ridiculous.” 

“Why’s that?” 

“Because-- First of all, to even consider his theory, we’d have to be operating under the belief that there is something like a soul within each human body and that soul has the capacity to exist outside the body long enough to transfer from one life to another. And there has to be some force that guides this cycle of rebirth, some place that the souls go between lives. And how many of these souls are there in the universe? If there is an infinite number, why is there a need to recycle old souls when you can just start with a fresh one each time? And if there’s a finite number, how has the human population managed to grow so much and what happens if there are more bodies than souls? And if there is a soul at all, why hasn’t anyone ever been able to find verifiable data that confirms it? And is the soul sentient? If it has no brain, how can it store memories and--” 

Sinbad laughs, mostly to cut him off because he knows Ja’far will keep going for hours about logic and science, things that don’t explain why Sinbad feels as if he’s known Ja’far for many years, how he’s pictured his face in his head before they ever met. 

“Alright, alright. I get it. Still, I think it’s an interesting idea..” 

Now Ja’far’s looking at him, distracted enough from his own mind to arch a skeptical brow at him. 

“Just think, if it’s true, then perhaps it’s fate that drew us together. I know you don’t believe it, but I can’t help but feel we’re connected,” 

He kisses Ja’far’s cheek and stands, scooping him into his arms and carrying him back to bed. 

“And if it’s true, it means I’ve had the pleasure of knowing you in more than one lifetime. And how many people can say that? I’m just sorry your memories of me seem so painful.” 

And if it means that I’ve been foolish enough to lose you once and still been given another chance, then I consider myself blessed. I won’t make the same mistake this time. I won’t waste this life too. So just stay with me for a while longer. 

Ja’far flops back down into bed, allows himself to be readjusted so Sinbad can go back to curling up around him and finds than he’s never more comforted than when he’s deep in Sinbad’s arms. 

“They’re not all bad. You’ve certainly given me plenty of good ones this time around.” 

And if it means I can keep following you, I’ll accept anything that comes. I’ll keep my promise this time. Be it destiny or misfortune that’s brought us together, I’ll follow you until the end.

[sparots]

A God Without People

So... I made art of this for the Sinja AU week and thought I would write a short story to try and explain the art. Except that the idea for the story didn’t stay short... and I’m not motivated enough to really write it all down. So this pretty much ended as a first chapter that will probably never get more added to it (unless people want me to but idk, one chapter was hard enough).

Dark clouds filled the sky the moment Ja’far had set foot in the country. In summer, Ja’far usually found himself wrapped in his scarf, hiding from the sun in attempt to evade a heatstroke. It was something he didn’t need here, where the sun didn’t seem to touch the land. Every time he looked back, he could see the last rays of sunshine from the neighboring state slowly fading away.

The forest he had wandered into,  seemed abandoned with not even the sun trying to shine into it. With the lack of sun the trees gave of a dark shade, wildlife didn’t show its face. There was supposed to be a village in the forest with a good trade. Yet it seemed that there was nothing willing to live inside the darkness.

The sky rumbled as the clouds broke out into a sudden downpour. As it had been clear day moments before, the forest looked like it was stuck in an eternal night. The trees couldn’t give him any shelter, the sound of thunder in the distance making it even worse to stay outside even longer. He had to find a place to hide, perhaps a hole somewhere. It didn’t matter to him. Anything would be fine.

In the distance there was a light. It was a soft, light red, glow through the trees. Something was there, perhaps a fire. For a fire to stay on in this weather that meant that there was a shelter of some kind or the thunder had struck a tree and set it on fire. Either way it was worth checking out. Through the pouring rain he ran. The thunder followed his every step as he tried to find the source of the light.

The trees became thinner, smaller until they eventually disappeared. He was left in a bare space where even the grass would barely grow. Rocks lay down a path to a small hill where a small building was placed. Inside of it was a fire. A big fire, almost enough to be seen as a threat if the building itself wasn’t strange enough on its own. It didn’t matter to Ja’far. His clothes were soaked and the storm didn’t seem to stop any time soon. He ran inside the small round temple, finally sheltered from the downpour. Inside the building was an altar on which a fire was burning. Something was wrong with the fire, although Ja’far couldn’t tell what it was in the beginning. Perhaps the sound of the raging thunder was playing with him, perhaps it was something else. It didn’t matter in that moment. He could wait inside for as long as the rain was going on.

“Do you enjoy barging into people’s homes?” A sudden voice echoed through the building, startling the traveler. A man was sitting in front of him on the altar, dangerously close to the fire. His long purple hair fell over his shoulders as his golden eyes stared into the distance. The sudden appearance came as a surprise, but Ja’far couldn’t say he felt intimidated by the presence.

“Do you want to say you live in this place?�� Ja’far frowned.

“A temple is the house of a god.” Sounded the voice, “You are looking at a god.” The man smiled as he ran a hand through his hair. “And this is the temple I claimed.”

“I thought Solomon was supposed to be the god of these lands.“ Ja’far couldn’t say he knew much about the gods of the region, but any place that had honored Solomon was a lively and peaceful one, opposite of the region he was in now.

“And what if I told you I’m Solomon?“ The man grinned, leaning closer as the downpour went on.

“I wouldn’t believe you“ Ja’far stated, no expression forming on his face.

The so-called god leaned back again, pouting slightly. “So you came to the house of a god only to insult them? You hurt me…”

“I was only finding shelter from the rain. I don’t care about any gods or whatever they think of me. The gods left my side long ago.”

“Really now? You stand in front of the most beautiful god of all and you don’t care? You are… interesting.” He smiled. His hands ran through the fire, petting it as the storm seemed to calm down. In that moment, Ja’far hoped to leave the temple, to any place that wasn’t this temple, but the god had different plans. In a quick movement he grabbed his wrist and pulled him close.

“I would hate to see you leave these woods. Surely you will come to see I am the god who will get you back into believing.” His touch was hot, burning against Ja’far’s skin. Golden eyes had turned bright yellow as he looked at the traveler. Then, he let go again.

“There’s a town not too far from here. Go there.” The god spoke before he disappeared and the fire that had been burning at the altar extinguished.

Surely there was a town a few minutes walking from the temple although it had seen better days. Surrounded by hills and the forest, the houses gave of a solemn impression. In some way, Ja’far thought, it fitted the gray forest surrounding it. Every step he took in the village, he could feel eyes watching him. In the middle of the town was a small altar where townspeople were constantly performing rituals of some kind. Ja’far decided to ignore them as he entered a small bar opposite of the altar.

“A traveler?” The man behind the bar looked up surprised when Ja’far entered. “You don’t see those a lot. Not since the latest incidents.”

“Do those incidents have to do anything with those people?” Ja’far asked as he pointed in the direction of the altar.

“Sadly yes.” The man sighed. “You probably don’t know what is going on here, but you must have noticed the dark clouds hanging over the place.”

“Clearly. I got soaked in a downpour not too long ago.” Ja’far tapped with his fingers on the counter, trying to ignore the ongoing sound of chants from outside.

“That won’t be the first time. The chants out there are to satisfy the gods again, to make the clouds go away again.”

“Hasn’t worked so far, I guess?” Ja’far noted as he ordered himself a drink. “The clouds seem pretty dark here.”

“People are fearing god left us.” The man’s eyes were locked on the dark clouds as the sky rumbled again. “We were never in such a situation before, it looks like Solomon no longer loves us and we don’t know what we did wrong.”

So the town had been worshipping Solomon after all. Still Ja’far was sure that the man he had seen earlier was not Solomon. And yet…

“Is the temple in the forest meant for Solomon then?” He had to ask, because one simple answer could mean a lot.

“It is,” again the man sighed deeply, as if the temple itself was a reason god had abandoned the place, “but the fire stopped burning there when the clouds came.”

“But there was a fire burning there when I went to find shelter from the rain.” Ja’far lifted his sleeve a little, where dark lines of the god’s burning touch were still present. There had been a fire there, Ja’far was sure of it when proof was still visible on his skin.

The man shook his head, “That’s not possible. There is no fire in that place, we have tried visiting it many times. There is no god in this place anymore.”

The problem was however that there was a  god. The god just wasn’t Solomon. Whoever it had been that had taken the spot, was not generous to the villagers. If anything, he brought them fear and terror.

“If the clouds were to lift, how would it benefit your people?” Ja’far continued to ask, glancing at the man through his messy bangs.

“We could open up trade again. The woods have valuable plants and woods that we can collect. With the constant thunderstorms however, no one dares to go into the forest again.”

Simply said, it meant that there was profit in helping the people out. If he were able to stop the thunder, Ja’far could find himself into a strong situation.

“There was someone in your temple, If I go back to him to ask if he can stop the storming clouds, will that help you?”

“It would save this town and we would be forever grateful.” Ja’far no longer cared about any kind of profit. These people were being ruined by a single person, a thing Ja’far had gotten to hate over the years.

He didn’t say much more as he paid for his drink and left. Outside, people were still performing the rituals, more and more as the dark sky rumbled again.

It wasn’t until Ja’far reached the temple again that the first drops of rain fell from the sky. The altar was abandoned, the building looking as torn as the barman had said. Perhaps it had been the bad rain from before that had distorted his vision, making it seem like a beautiful building. Now, with soft rain dripping down from the sky. As soon as he stepped into the building however, a small flame lit up on the altar.

“I didn’t think you’d come back…” The voice echoed through the small building. “Did you miss me in those few minutes.” Every word brought more rain with it, until the downpour was back to its power of the first storm.

“I didn’t come back because I missed you, I want you stop this weather. The town is suffering and fears that god has abandoned them. You won’t even show your face to them.” Ja’far said, feeling himself speak into an empty space.

The burn on his arm started to act up and looking at his side, he saw the bright yellow eyes looking at him.

“Give me one good reason why I would want to do that? They haven’t shown any respect for me. Only beg for Solomon to return, they don’t try to work with me.” His soft brown skin glowed in the light of altar, where the fire had started to grow more and more.

“Perhaps they wouldn’t want Solomon back if you didn’t ruin their lives with your storms.” Ja’far grumbled, looking away from the god to watch the new thunderstorm, “No one can live when the weather is always like this.”

“Once they honor my name, then I will stop.” The god smiled as he let go of Ja’far’s arm and walked back to the altar.

“Then what is your name?” Ja’far asked as he watched the man sit down in the fire.

“I won’t tell you that. I need to see dedication in everyone’s devotion.” And with that, the god was gone again. At that moment, Ja’far knew he was going to be staying here a lot longer than he wanted.

[mari-m-rose]

Sinja AU and HC week: Day 3 - Adventure (Wounds/Healing)

[bakausagilavi]

Sinja week 2017 Day 2: Harmony or chaos - Modern AU! Flower shop/tattoo artist

just some quick doodles i drew for modern au (i really a full 100k fic abt this pls and thank u) 

[ninjagirlrocker27]

I just posted “I Like it Really Hot” for my story “Sinja Oneshots”. #fanfiction

[200100loquetuquerai]

Sinja Week Day 6: Beloved or Hated - “Whatever it takes”

I know Sinja week is already over -sniff- But I wasn’t able to post the last two days cause I was out of the town without my tablet, but weeeell better late than never, I guess...so...

This time I went with a VERY OLD headcanon that @supergalletitadechocolate and I had before.  Loooong time ago, when we only knew that Sinbad was half fallen, that maybe he had a connection with David and that something BAD happened in Sindria in which Sin lost very important people, we always thought about what made Sinbad half fell into depravity.

And one of the ideas that crossed our minds was that maybe the important person that he lost on that incident was Ja’far and that Sinbad cursed his destiny because of that. So he decided to do whatever it takes, even make a deal with someone like David just to get Ja’far back... but Sinbad had to pay the consecuences, of course.

Of course, all of this do not have sense now, but I always liked the idea of Ja’far being son important to him that he could be willing to anything to avoid losing him, so I draw it.

Sorry the long blabbling, I hope I’m able to post the last day tomorrow <3

[sinja-au-week]

                        SINJA AU &HC WEEK STARTS NOW!

[spararts]

Sinja AU week - Day 6: Beloved or Hated

“I thought Solomon was supposed to be the god of these areas“

“And what if I told you I’m Solomon?“

“I wouldn’t believe you“

If there is one kind of AU that I’m weak for, it’s the deity AUs so have this silly one. Ja’far is a traveler who wanders into territory where Sinbad has replaced Solomon as god. 

I wrote like one chapter of it here, so read that if you want~