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[musing-asylum]

An adventure of a lifetime

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The crow’s nest is Malak’s favourite spot on a ship. The top view of the sunrise was the best way to spend a leisurely morning at sea.

Hitchhiking ships has been Malak’s primary mode of transportation last few years. Merchant ships were an excellent place to find new business and meet peoples. This ship, in particular, has a rather interesting crew.

[huntersxandxangels]

@darkrukhsin

“I understand my daughter was being a little speed demon the other day here. I wanted to apologize. She’s bound to give someone a heart attack one of these days with her shenanigans, probably me...she’s a sweet kid, she just doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into half the time. I’m sorry if she caused any trouble.”

[sweetest-himegimi]

💕

send me “💕“ to just grab my muse & kiss them

Did that..... Just happen?? Could this perhaps one of those old child dreams she used to have about Sinbad and her?? Or was it just some illusion someone put in her head?? She felt her cheeks burn from embarrassment, when reality hit her, he had kissed her, Sinbad had KISSED  her?!! 

“W-W-W-W-WHAT IN SOLOMON’S NAME DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING??”

 She gasped when oxygen finally entered her lungs again, she didn’t know whenever to be flustered or angry with the man, or if he deserved a hit or another kiss, he was a good kisser for that.... But that was besides the point!! 

What came over him to suddenly seek the companionship of her lips of top of his own?? 

[magi-marga]

@darkrukhsin from here

“Huh-uh! I’m not lost! I’m exploring! My name’s Marga, what’s your name?” Marga had heard of Sindria before from Aladdin and occasionally from Muu as well, whenever he had to visit for ‘adult things’ aka politics. She’d never been able to come on one of these trips so she’d asked Muu if she could go, and he told her she could. He was still setting up their lodgings since this was simply a social visit, so the girl had set off to explore.

[devilofthecresentisle]

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When Martha and her crew arrived at the beautiful island nation, the festival of  maharajan was in full swing and they were eager to join in the festivities. Her crew split off to enjoy themselves in various directions while Martha herself went to the center of the celebrations to where the majority of the drinking and dancing was happening. 

She remembered drinking and dancing with abandon, not thinking too much about how much she was drinking or who she was dancing with, just that she was having fun. 

Of course as a pirate one night stands, partying, and things of that nature weren’t unheard of for her. But normally if she was going to wake up next to someone it would have been planned that she wasn’t going to be returning to her crew. 

She had a lot of fun, even if her memories from later parts of the night were fuzzy and unclear. The morning after the celebration even with her eyes still closed the light was painful, causing her to groan and bury her face into the pillow under her head. Wait...pillow? Had she..gone back to her ship? No..this didn’t feel like her bed, and it was way too bright to be her room back on Calypso’s Revenge. 

Opening her eyes enough to squint around at her surroundings, the blue magician confirmed she didn’t recognize where she was, or who was in the bed beside her.  She vaguely remembered meeting a handsome stranger the night before in the midst of the celebration so she wasn’t too shocked to wake up in bed with a man.

Sleepily slipping her hand under the blanket to touch her hip she confirmed her underwear was missing, which wasn’t unusual after a night of heavy drinking. She tended to get too warm and strip to her underwear or naked then fall asleep once out of public, and glancing at the man she was facing he didn’t seem to be wearing anything either. So either they both stripped then fell asleep or they had sex, not that she minded either way, since she had a good time.

Deciding she was too hungover to deal with getting up yet or trying to think about what they had done since Sinbad was still fast asleep, she just settled further into the comfortable bed to try and go back to sleep still facing the violet haired man. The blanket settled at her hips with one of her arms resting on her stomach and the other under her head. 

[problematic-antihero-a-blog]

@darkrukhsin​ from the starter call

“Your Highness.... how long have you been hiding up here...”  She frowned, about to round the corner of one of the bookshelves where she caught a wisp of purple hair in her line of sight where she catches him.

Although Yamuraiha couldn’t confirm whether or not Sinbad was slacking or just hiding from Ja’far, it was rare to see him in Black Libra tower which was renowned for being her domain filled with the schools and libraries of the palace.  For the most part if the King needed something he could ask a servant to fetch him a book for his quarters or office so either he didn’t want to be found or he was looking into something on his own time.

[maumauxmau]

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👀 💯 Preach the peach

  replies to this 1000 years later OTL

[crimsonlightfan-blog]

🍆 for "munday meme", because the pun is pretty obvious with this one...

MUNDAY MEME

🍆 - How much sin appears on your dash every day?

NOT ENOUGH!!! MORE SIN NEEDED!!!!! 

//Disagreeing muse noises in the background// ;)

Sadly not a lot of either anymore lol. The Sinbad we used to rp with seems to have gone. And the sin level on this particular blog is pretty low