#yes that is Sinbad

[dashlie]

As soon as Brennan mentioned Scheherazade, this popped into my head. No one stopped me, and I have no shame, so here we are.

[luck-of-the-drawings]

!!! FLASHING LIGHTS WARNING!!! [IM NOT FUCKIN AROUND!!]

REACHED THE CUSP OF 'THIS MAY NEVER BE ABSOLUTELY FINISHED N IF I DONT SHOW IT NOW, IT WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY.' SO HERE, A PROJECT IVE BEEN ORBITING AROUND UHH SINCE 2021 OR SO.

[possessedbydevils]

I squeak when l see this on media

[triplethreat-triplea]

My fav trope in any work of media is "How many people IS this guy!?"i

[variousqueerthings]

me, looking at the sinbad ao3 tag, specifically to see if anyone is seeing what im seeing (that kale is the sexiest homosexual on this crew)

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[hartwinorlose]

i have very little artistic skill (and pretty much zero animation skill) but the chokehold morgan clae's Get in the Water cover from epic the musical has on me is insane

the desire to make an animatic has never been so intense

[psychicaves]

☆| you can tell when I really like a character by how much I yassify them

[parallelfoxii]

[REUP] Old art // Six Fanart Challenge

°• TIP JAR •°

[LINKS]

☆ NO REPOST / WRONG USE / EDIT / AI ☆

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price - Son of Sinbad (1955)

[babymagi]

hoo boi i had to trust the process on this one but it came out really good 😮‍💨😮‍💨

I saw @crunchkind do a cute little thing with a moon on judar's forehead on one of her drawings and thought it was adorable so I made a whole concept off of it grkjsgrkj

[devilrosola]

Aladdin: Hmmm...I wonder... Aladdin: Uncle Sinbad, you have a gray hair! Sinbad: What? Where?! Oh no! Sinbad: I need to invest more into Yamuraiha's hair coloring magic! Aladdin: Uncle Kouen, you have a gray hair! Kouen: ...so? Kouen: (inside) Yes! Finally I'm gaining the wisdom and prestige that Uncle Hakutoku once had! Aladdin: Uncle Muu, you have a gray hair! Muu: What's that?

[fluffyfluffemz]

When Thalia Alexandris received his last letter, her fiancé, Hakuyuu, was already dead, incinerated in the fire that killed half of Kou's imperial family.

Mourning, however, is a luxury not even a princess can afford. It is fortunate that the mysterious foreigner she found washed up on the beach possesses an uncanny ability to uncover her suitors' deceits. This skill has made him an invaluable ally to her cause, even if his dizzying charm and rogue-like manners muddle the decision. He only asks for one thing in return for his assistance‐‐

Help solving Hakuyuu's murder.

Also turning this into an original story. I'm loving developing all the characters so far!

[swordduels]

When describing Circe in the donkey thread I was honestly inspired by the chaos godess in the Sinbad movie from Dreamworks :3 I kinda like the flowing around thing she does

[sennik]

@cathaedra cont. from here.

It's easy to grin at Proteus. The years spent apart allowed Sinbad to briefly forget that being with him is easier than breathing, but it's a matter easily mended. ❝ I live to please His Highness, after all, ❞ he says, voice like honey, teasing him with a mischievous smile. Still, Sinbad is pliable in Proteus's hands — he lets him wrap arms around his shoulder, guiding him wherever he wants. If his fingers sneak to brush against the prince's hip, that's his business alone.

❝ Sure, if you're up for the challenge. ❞ Dark eyebrow is raised playfully. Following his footsteps, when Proteus stops, Sinbad stops too. His gaze falls to the familiar balcony, and the mischief that's mirrored in both of their faces only grows on Sinbad's. ❝ Well, for old time's sake, I couldn't possibly say no. . . unless your knees are too weak to keep up, old man. ❞ In quick succession, Sinbad nudges Proteus, unwraps himself from his hold and throws himself at the balcony in a manner that echoes days of old, when they were much younger and more foolish. ❝ Race you! ❞

[esmerays]

IN MEMORIAM...

Some years ago, one wayward faerie was escorted into the world of the Midnight Underground, royal guards flanking her on either side in case she tried to slip away— she’d laughed and told the pair of sprites that it was the last thing on her mind, but they had no reason to trust her. That’ll happen when you commit high treason.

Though and all, she was quite lucky as far as sentencing was concerned. 

From what she’d heard, the powers that be were extending their generosity, allowing Esmeray to complete her extensive ‘community service’ in this small pocket of the Otherealm ( with the obvious caveats, of course ). The faction housing her kin folk had pleaded her case, and the city’s ruling power had so graciously accepted— so long as the faerie shared a meal with her, that is. 

And, being that she had no other choice in the matter, the faerie had immediately RSVP’d, joining the Orator for biscuits and tea. It seemed that Moira was sentimental for those older days, though she’d traded the tea for blood, and Esmeray traded those faerie delights for ash. Still, she’d smiled through this meeting, allowing herself to believe that the vampyre didn’t know better. And if she had, if this was one other test for the peri, she’d needed to pass. 

Esmeray didn’t think she was scared of death. Naivety had her seeing this end as an honorable one but she’d trembled all the same when she was laid over the headsman’s block. Her breathing had become so rapid that another had to hold her down, and her eyes had grown glossy with all the tears she’d been keeping at bay.

Cerese had raised a hand at the very last second— a show of mercy to some, and a show of power to others. “I have changed my mind,” she’d spoken in their mother tongue, “your mother’s cries have swayed me youngling, and I am most merciful. Plead for forgiveness; pledge your fealty and you will have your life.”

One other choice that made itself. 

Sitting before Moira Devlin felt entirely different, and yet, the same. She’d sat before a true ruler once again, someone that saw her regality for what it was: counterfeit. And she was forced to bare her neck all the same, to lay all her vulnerabilities on the table as the other passed judgement. 

For all the fear the woman inspired, she’d been kinder than Cerese ( if only because Moira didn’t play with her prey before going for the kill ); the Orator regarded the youngling with something like fondness, and when all was said and done, she’d taken hold of her hand and welcomed her to the Midnight Underground. “You’ll be quite useful here, and that is more than enough for me.” Esmeray’s fate had been sealed, undone and sealed again; but she should be so grateful.

The vampyre’s death had come as a shock to Esmeray— perennial beings weren’t meant to expire so soon, not the way Moira had. Since their first meeting, they’d never met for more than a few minutes at a time, but the peri respected her in the way a child raised in a monarchy respected their Queen. She’d mourn her then, just the same.