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#over here pls.#r u listenin #????? grab a boobfar #national holiday @ sindria #im only passing thru tonight.............#<3

#i just read.#kouen loves big boobs.#?????#feTCH.#jiyeshu #idk man im blog hopping but ive got no motivation im so sorry #its prob bcos its almost 11pm #ooc.#tbd.

The amount it of time it takes for him to convince her to do her work is enough to drive any man insane. She’s so lucky to have him, to have someone who can put up with all of her trouble making. He’d already begun going through the paperwork she’d finished, sorting it so that it could filed correctly. Even when the work was done, there was more to do.

He looked up, glanced briefly to where she stood on the balcony. If it had been his decision, her office would have been windowless – less things to distract her. “Not since you were young.” Implying that she is, indeed, not young now. “We cannot do that, Sin. And didn’t you travel to Sasan for a diplomatic meeting a few months ago?”

{ ♔ } though rare - basically nonexistent, rather - the moments in which gratitude of having this talented, loyal companion by her side is expressed, Sinbad is truly thankful to have Ja’far. Not only now, after years of being together, but ever since they met (despite the circumstances not being the best), it feels as though she owes him too much to repay. Hopefully he’s alright with that reality.

she’d be nothing without her pillar, huh?

“Huh? Here I am, enjoying the nice sunset, thinking of wonderful adventures... and you call me old! I’m not, you know? I’m still at the peak of my youth!” as figurine turns around to properly face the vizier, a pout is unmistakably located upon the woman’s features along with a slight twitch of eyebrows; hands firmly settled on waist. Ja’far is cruel, isn’t he? “You’re such a boring old man, Ja’far.” a huff; childish indeed, this self proclaimed king should grow up at some point. Soon. Or is it too late? “I want to explore the unknown, to face new obstacles, to challenge the waves-- haaah, those kids are lucky. Well, I suppose not dealing with your little angry self is a good thing. Although it was kinda cute, too.” yeah, she’s totally making of you, Ja’far.

#haemaatic #{ j fc...... kill her right now #please #do it ja'far #she's the most ridIC THING }#{ queueue'd ye }

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Frowns at you disapprovingly.

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{ ♔ } for a woman of her caliber to be frowned at by a p r i n c e -- is laughable, definitely! So much so that a chuckle falls from parted lips, mockingly, almost, if it wasn’t for the respectful facade the conqueror possesses. “Don’t you know that frowning makes you look much older, prince Kouen?” the welcoming received from the Kou noble lacks the warmth of the djinn at his disposal, undoubtedly; to make matters worse... Kouen isn’t aware of the fact he’s Sinbad’s temporary babysitter, huh?

#jiyeshu #.conversation #{ COME FI GHT ME LI L BIT C H }#{ shhh itll be short replies... shhh its ok....... }#{ haha who am i kidding }#{ queueueue'd this mb }

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When everyone knows your face you live your life as a fucking target.

#.musings

{ ♔ } for once, with how busy and grumpy a certain general tends to be practically every minute of his life, the sunset can be appreciated from the balcony of the monarch’s office where punishment had been delivered throughout the day by no other than Ja’far himself -- in the form of seemingly endless paperwork, naturally. Even so, Sinbad can’t help but sigh happily due to termination of boring tasks, and the beautiful scene before her eyes that consists of sun bathed Sindria and the ocean further ahead.

“When was the last time we went sailing for the sake of adventuring, I wonder.” it’s simply a rhetorical question finding its way outside lips from the confinements of mind where it should have remained; it isn’t as though Sinbad regrets anything, much less building this wonderful country, but... “Let’s go sailing, Ja’far, just like the old days.” uncharacteristically, the queen’s voice insists on wording out silly ideals, arms resting upon the ledge where body weight is supported; a sigh wastes no time to wander.

#haemaatic #{ this is late and lame idk what to do with my life }#{ BUT BOOM SHAKA LAKA }#.closedrp

deces-tarragon:

“Welcome, Sinbad. I trust everything is well?”

{ ♔ } of all people, the one that catches attention with an immediate greeting happens to be the young prince whose true intentions are far from well hidden. Regardless, politeness and friendly mannerisms in general are always present when it comes to Sinbad; honestly, it would be shameful not to treat guests properly. “As well as they can be,” facade is adorned by a sunny smile, concealing anything else from prying gaze, “Have you acquainted yourself further with Alibaba and the others? I do hope your time here is enjoyable and fruitful.”

#decestarragon #{ hiya! nice to meet you!#and no worries; my posts tend to grow in length...... eventually..... }#{ gonna go ahead and make it pre the whole thing going on and just #sindria stuff for now if that's okay;;;;; }

messsiah:

She’s a welcomed sight among so many strangers, polite smiling playing at the corners of his lips. Festivities had drawn late, many of the attendees – his dear teacher included – had already drowned themselves in the rich wine that had been provided.

"Very much so.” There wasn’t much to complain about given how well he was treated. “It’s nice to see you back finally! How was your stay in the Kou Empire?”

{ ♔ } ah-- at least her beloved country of Sindria seems to have fulfilled the needs of basic care and entertainment; for an entity of power and importance to enjoy themselves - as is Aladdin, taking into account what he i s - means pride swelling and a content aura to remain latched onto embodiment. Lips holding a smile well in place, tanned extremity lifts and digits curl to gesture the youth to follow the sindrian royal.

“I’m glad, truly! It pleases me to hear that from you, Aladdin.” despite many’s beliefs, lies are extinct in the spoken words -- for now. “It was decent. Although, given the relationship between Kou and Sindria, I could say it was wonderful. Nonetheless...” a pause, holding any further comments until they were past the drunken generals, common inhabitants and a little more in privacy. “...were things well here during my absence? I do not doubt my generals, in specific Ja’far and his report, yet -- the Empire felt restless.”

#messiah #{ oh my GO D i'm so sos os soso sorry this is so damn late #i kinda poof'd..........#accept this shitty thing as i try to get back into writing ;;;;; }

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Sin. ♥

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Smile some!

#.misc #assassinitrix #{ should i write up a quick and short thing then? ;;;;; }#{ exCITED }

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۞█ ❛the king and queen.

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Gold and red and dangling jewels did not suit the ardent glow of her hair, nor did the layers of silk robe and the heavy headdress meant to decorate the woman labelled as his wife. None of the kowtowing and blessed gifts supposedly offered to the gods suited her. Sinbad was not meant to be in the Kou Empire. And yet here she stood beside him in pride and gratifying glory, altering the misfortune of being Kouen’s wife into something so honorable, and, in feminine terms, heart-stopping and dream-like, a fairy tale made real from written scrolls of flourishing artists. ❝ You know as well as I do that a prince cannot refuse his empress. ❞ And he cannot do so until someone brings her death to his feet. Taking advantage over someone’s courage can be called detestable and loathsome. But in this age where even a child can betray his mother, nothing can be too vicious than bringing down the whole world to dust.

Kouen withdrew his hand and carefully settled the pin beside a plate of steaming jiaozi roasted lamb, the clinking of jewels soft underneath the murmurs and humble laughter spreading along the banquet hall. ❝ It doesn’t suit you, my wife, ❞ He grunted, the words my wife loud and clear as a noble made his way to the wedded couple to share a story of his bravery during one of the battles against the resistance growing like weeds along the western border of the empire. The prince dismissed the wrinkling old man as soon as he was finished, disgruntled by the senseless sputtering of an account that was not his alone and of the stink of alcohol oozing from his mouth. His meal was getting cold too. ❝ You’d be better in black than our red. ❞

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{ ♔ } nothing with connections to the Empire is capable of reflecting that which is found within the high king – not one attribute of this country will ever truly become part of Sinbad; that reality isn’t bothersome, especially when taking into account the reason behind the tied knot between the first prince of Kou and the ruler of Sindria. Certainly, the aim has not been to form pretty links between both countries, even less to acquire their customs and traditions overall – these lands will never be considered ‘home’, thus it would be a waste of time to bask in objects and acts that are far from the woman’s interests. With that in mind, pretending to enjoy the festivities and gifts, along with every single presence surrounding them, is a small price to pay in exchange of bigger consequences that will serve as rewards of sorts.

{ sinbad’s efforts, and this approach to infiltrate the enemy country, will not be in vain – she isn’t stupid }

“Your Empress has made a wise decision then, encouraging this.” The manner in which words reach her ears, and the venomous attitude that her oh, lovely husband latches onto when addressing her, goes past her as nothingness; if the now king believes that intimidation or insults (both, perhaps?) are taking any kind of effect on the conqueror of seven dungeons, then he is in for quite the adventurous ride. Unfazed does the queen finish the drink in hands, permitting a pleasant hum to emanate – fingers, seemingly delicate yet their grasp quite the opposite, curl around the heated material of the discarded pin; the reaction? Amusement at its finest, furthermore when her figure dares settle itself upon the man’s lap; hand persistently extending in an offer to Kouen. “Black would suit you much better, my dear husband.” A coo slips out seconds before cranium moves closer in order to close the existing gap between their faces for lips to press against the corner of h e r king’s own pair – and a mockingly purred set of words. “Am I supposed to feed you now?”

#.vers:hisqueen #.king and queen #huxngdi #{ AFTER A THOUSAND CENTURIES I REPLY.......... }#{ the true babes }#{ trUEST }

{ treasure }:

And here comes her little freckled adviser, close at her heels. Because his work isn’t finished yet, it’s never finished. Take care of the palacce, the country, and the Queen was a full time job. His gaze shifted towards her, tired, too tired to deal with any of this.

"Can you not use your finishing work as an excuse to drink? Why don’t you do something productive with your evening, something that doesn’t involve drowning yourself in wine? I don’t have time to go scrap you off the palace steps.”

{ ♔ } instead of walking, the pace should have been that of a run - actually, dashing away from the office and overly strict (boring) Ja'far is what should have occurred. Alas, given that such is not the current reality for the queen, dealing with the grumpy adviser has become the unavoidable; how does he dare speak those atrocious suggestions seconds after torture has (momentarily) ended? Inhumane, truly!

"But it's no excuse, Ja'far--it's a great reward for my hard work. I did well, didn't I?" eyelashes are batted playfully, matching that of lips' transformation into a grin; though it vanishes instantly, replaced by a frown. "You make it sound as if I drank a lot, enough to pass out in every corner. I'm a grown woman that is perfectly capable of taking care of herself!"

#bararaqserpentes #{ .... YET! }#{ evil laughter bwuah aha ha hahha... mb }#{ ily2 }#{ MR GRUMPY }

{ treasure }

{ ♔ } paperwork is punishment, the worst in all honesty, and for the past two days... well, the royal's office has functioned as bedroom, workplace, entertainment (if one can call it that) -- basically, everything. At long last, doors are shoved open unceremoniously before hurried steps guide the king down the hallway.

"Phew! Free, free like a bird! Now, to go fetch good ol' wine." let the party start (maybe).

#bararaqserpentes #.closedrp #{ bBYCAKES... it's been a while huh-- ;;;; throws love at u }#{ look... no angst...... }#{ yet }

{ miniature wisdom }

{ ♔ } obvious festivities aside, and following the return of Sindria's monarch from the Empire of Kou, harmless & subtle teasing finds way around others -- around easy prey -- in the form of arms folding under prominent breasts, this time.

"Oh, Aladdin, it has been a while! I hope that you are enjoying your stay here in Sindria."

#messsiah #.closedrp #{ AAYY... hello!;;;;; }#{ here's a lil thing.... }

{ little girl }

{ ♔ } "Mm?" steps halt upon noticing a tiny presence paces behind and from the corner of their sockets, golden hues glance back. "I think I feel someone following me, I wonder who~." a playful hum.

#rescuedgoi #.closedrp #{ here u go huN }

#.ooc #{ like for a thing mb! let's try using this blog once again }

due to several reasons, some personal & others related to online stuff, i contemplated deletion of this blog (and my ja'far one). long story short, i managed to sort things out on ja'far for now, but here... not so much. i don't know what it is, i'm not sure. BUT! i do like roleplaying female sinbad, a lot. as such, i've decided to do a full revamp of this blog between today and perhaps tomorrow. this will include:

dropping all threads (with the exception of kxsekis's since it's relatively new, plus it's a modern!AU & huxngdi's arranged marriage because it's a new thread that has yet to develop anything & oracles-somnium's -- it's new as well)

revising headcanons + improving other aspects

getting rid of pre-established relationships (still, i'm totally okay with keeping them in the reborn blog! this goes mainly to xuncrowned & bararaq--serpentes)

no pending asks will be answered (as much as i wanted to do those kisses on the body asks, i have to drop them)

possible unfollowing + re-following of blogs

changing theme & perhaps icons

basically, it will be a new blog. i'm sorry for this, but i don't want to ditch this blog entirely, you know? once i'm done, don't be afraid to approach me! i would love to start threads and write memes!

again, sorry. i'll understand if you wish to unfollow, truly!

#.ooc #.heads up #.important notice #{ i've been absent mostly because i don't feel hella rping here }

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