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morimakesfanart · 5 months

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Dead End 01 -SP Ch04

This is am early draft of ch04 from Sindria's Prophet.

It is very different from the final version

*Angst

*CW-suicide attempt mentioned

I hadn't slept well. I knew what was coming so I couldn't stay in bed. I ate a quick breakfast, and went to check on Aladdin. Sure enough, Alibaba had already left to start the coup. I waited to give him more time before I'd go see Sinbad. I had decided to not change things, but I couldn't stop myself from wanting to help somehow.

I knocked on the door. Ja'far opened it after Sinbad agreed to let me in.

I got straight to the point. "As soon as your allies get here, you need to head to the palace with them." I could see the nerves growing on his face as Sinbad figured out the implications of my words. "Alibaba has stormed the palace. He will defeat the man that turned into the elephant monster the other night while Morgiana holds off the everyone else. Once in the throne room, Alibaba will win over all of the guards there, and the coup with be successful. However, the Kou Princess will appear, and Alibaba will need your support." I hesitated for a moment. "Do not take the stage from him. Alibaba won't give an inch to the Princess."

The current picked up.

For a few moments they both just watched me. Sinbad regained composure. "Is there anything else you're willing to tell me?"

News of Alibaba's actions would reach us soon. I looked back at the door. "Before Aladdin wakes up, his condition will get worse for a bit. Oh, and..." I fully faced my exit. "You'll want to bring medics with you to the palace. You will be getting your metal vessels back later today." I started towards the door. If I wouldn't prevent things than maybe I could help save some of those affected.

"Mori." Sinbad sounded serious yet soft.

I stopped.

"Thank you for the warnings."

It didn't take long to start hearing tells of Alibaba's battle to the throne room and growing support outside the palace. More people hurried there to see the change happening in their country.

A dark laugh escaped me. "You won't want to thank me when today is over." I opened the door. "Just know that I'm sorry."

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A part of me wanted to watch everything in person, but I knew I'd only get in the way. I could feel it in the flow.

Fear clenched my muscles into knots.

I went to my room and moved some furniture in front of my door. I didn't want to worry about someone taking advantage of the commotion when the fighting really starts -like in the manga.

Sinbad would be rushing to the palace soon if he hadn't already. I knew he'd be questioning Alibaba's reasoning as he went, and probably questioning mine as well. 'Was this really something he shouldn't prevent? So much so that I wouldn't tell him about all of this in advanced? He could have prevented this!' At least I imagined he'd have such thoughts as he rushed to fix the situation with diplomacy.

I saw a bright light shine from a tower in the city. No doubt Ugo was summoning Aladdin and Judar's Rukh -at least trying to. After the light died down the people quieted, but only for a bit. I hoped that the negotiations were going as well as they did in the original. And hopefully, Sinbad would still be impressed by Alibaba's decision, and actions.

More and more people flocked to the palace to hear of the outcome. There was no way to stop human curiosity, and of course, the results here would affect the rest of their lives.

The current felt stronger. I couldn't deny that these were the same waves that Sinbad felt.

And then I saw that dreaded procession.

The fog troop was coming with Cassim at it's helm. There was so much black Rukh that I could see them. I knew if I had warned Sinbad, then potentially Banker and the other dark magicians could have been prevented from helping. And maybe some of the casualties could be prevented. But if I was unable to prevent Sinbad from rewriting the Rukh with his own will...

I covered the window.

In stories, characters are always forced to watch when someone risks their life, or people die due to their decisions. The stories seemed to say it was the more honorable or noble thing to do. But I wasn't about to traumatize myself more than I already was for the sake of noble aesthetics. I only had about five years left to try to change the ending -less if I wanted to prevent it completely- and I'd need to limit my traumatic experiences if I was going to have a chance of achieving any of it.

The black Rukh were filling the city, some had even entered the room. There was so much that even regular people could see them.

One of the black Rukh landed on me. Tears started streaming down my face and sharp pain cut through my stomach. Back home I was the type that couldn't enter certain types of haunted locations because I could feel the pain of the ghosts trapped there. Hospitals were some of the worst. Some ghosts would attach themselves to me to leave their spot and I would be stuck with them until I could convince them to move on.

(CW)

Was my Rukh black? That would explain why they were circling me. When I was a young teen, I had nearly succeeded in taking my own life. I was better enough to count now, but maybe it had made my Rukh black. Of course, if my Rukh was black it was probably because I didn't pass through the Sacred Palace when I was Isekaied, but I wasn't thinking about that.

"I'm so sorry you died that way." I sobbed. "You don't deserve this."

Spirit Magic might be the only known way to directly affect Rukh type but I wanted to try something. "If you want you can try passing through me. Since I'm still alive maybe I can help."

The Ruhk vanished. I couldn't tell if it entered me or if I just couldn't see it any more.

More Black Rukh landed on me and repeated the process. I hoped whatever I was doing was helping them. At least, I could convince myself I was doing something useful.

I could hear the screams, crashing, and destruction from my room. Should I go and try to help the wounded even though I'd be risking my life? Was I actually thinking about the future or was I just a coward who avoided making a decision?

A sound pierced through me to my bones. I couldn't see the source, but I knew in my heart that it was the sound of Cassim merging with the dark Djinn.

I moved the furniture not blocking the door in front of the window to try to muffle the sound. It worked a little, but it blocked the remaining light from getting in my room more than the sound.

It was clear that the amount of black Rukh I was engaging with wasn't enough to change fate, but I hoped it was doing something. How could I have actually allowed this to happen? Sure the future was important, but why did I have so little faith in myself to change it?

Why did the the shift in the flow have to remind me that I didn't have plot armor?

How much would I cry before the day was over? What about after? Was there any normal person who could sympathize with someone who knowingly let others die like this? Was this similar to how the singularities felt?

David became self righteous because of his knowledge of the path of fate. Now that I was here, would the same happen to me? If I had a power of my own maybe I could have helped. If only I had been stronger. Maybe I should have told Sinba -

**C r A c K**

The distinctive sounds of thunder and lightning boomed through the space. Sinbad had gotten his metal vessels back. It was almost a shame I didn't get to see his Djinn Equip in person, but I didn't deserve such a gift after what I'd done.

If everything was following the script, that meant Cassim was dead, and the battle was over.

The room was quiet and no new Rukh appeared. I unbarricaded my door but didn't bother with revealing the window.

All this because Alibaba needed to absorb Cassim's Rukh, Judar needed to receive that "gift" from Aladdin, and Aladdin needed to get Solomon's Wisdom. Was it worth it?

The flow of the Rukh change with the battle over. I could finally help. I grabbed as much supplies as I thought I could carry and started making rounds.

The city was a mess. Crying filled the air. Many were still in shock and mourning their dead in the streets. There were still some injured unattended. I could help those people.

My body had been screaming in pain from the stress and fear all day, but that pain was gone. Even the pain from the Ruhk that landed on me was just a memory. Fear and stress were meaningless during times like this; my mind cleared as I got to work.

I was tying on a splint for someone when Aladdin called the Rukh to descend to their loved ones. The morale raised for many.

I kept working. There was no one in the great flow to visit me anyway.

A few others started helping me treat the wounded.

I had only been bandaging people for about an hour when I felt the current beginning to pick up again. And this time it was moving towards me. It wasn't just moving towards my location, whatever was causing the shift in the flow was aiming for me specifically.

I opened the door on my own before they even had a chance to knock. I couldn't look up to make eye contact out of guilt.

As soon as I finished helping the person I was working on, I excused myself from the rest of the medics, and bolted for my room. I had a promise to keep after all.

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The whole day I had heard footsteps running back and forth, but somehow I could tell that the current set of steps were heading towards me. The pit of my stomach and bones felt icy. There was no point in trying to run away or hide when that man was the one chasing you.

Sinbad clasped both of my shoulders. "You knew about the dark Djinn!!" I was forced backwards and he staggered into the room with me. The current came rushing in with him.

I hadn't had time to light candles, and had left my window blocked earlier, so the only source of light was coming from the door behind him. His face was cast in shadow, but I could still make out the rage and betrayal on his face when I stumbled backwards.

I caught the vague sound of Ja'far telling him not to push himself.

Sinbad was so close I could smell the blood, dirt and sweat on him. That was my fault. Sure it was originally what was going to happen, but I could have stopped it. His pain was my fault through my omission.

"Why didn't you say anything?!"

Did it have to be Sinbad yelling at me? He had been my comfort character, and now he was towering over me and shoving my sins in my face. I was scared. I tried to be brave. "If I told you any of the details then you would have prevented it, and I couldn't let you-"

"Of course I would!! Are you with them?! You promised you'd explain! So explain!" The current was filling the room.

How much was okay to say? "When I said today needed to happen I meant it. Aladdin needed that new power, and Alibaba needed to take in his friend's Rukh. In a few years there's going to be a war that will trigger a worse dark spot than the one that formed in First Sindria." Sinbad's grip tightened on my shoulders, but he didn't scare me. "Aladdin and Alibaba will be among the first responders, and their help will be key to destroying the dark spot. And only a few more years after that, there will be an even greater threat. Only those with altered Rukh will be able to fight it! Today's events will lead to more than just Alibaba having their Rukh altered so they can help. I didn't want to do this! I hate that I couldn't find a way out of this!" I knew that I could potentially force those fates faster if I said the wrong thing, but there was also no way to prevent either if I said nothing.

Sinbad and the others were saying something but I couldn't hear them over my own heart beat. His grip lighten on me. His trust deserved a more thorough explanation.

"Al Thamen's agenda was written by a powerful sorcerer that could read fate. Just like most of them, he does not have a body of his own but he's still trapped in a pocket dimension. David wants to break into this world and a specific different dimension connected to it." My voice shook.

Ja'far tried to sum up my implications. "So then we just have to prevent him from-"

I laughed. "'You can't out run what's already here.'" It was a quote from Homestuck, but it worked just as well to describe the situation with David. "He gained a door to this world 10 years ago, and is now just waiting." I could feel the room stiffen. "During the fall of First Sindria he connected to that massive influx of black Rukh, and can enter through it. In a few years the leader of Al Thamen will notice and work with his current vessel to realize his goal."

Saying it out loud made tears form in my eyes. I wasn't talking about something that happened to a character; it was the world I was living in. Was David listening through Sinbad right now? I could feel the waves around me but not what they meant.

Sinbad's voice was commanding. "Where is his vessel now?"

"Even if I told you, it's not something that can be destroyed so easily." There was no way Sinbad would commit suicide, so he could figure it out for himself.

His eyes were like molten gold even in the dark as he tried to find the information I was withholding. "Why won't you tell us where?"

I was scared of answering, but it didn't make my blood run cold. Every moment I spent with Sinbad made me less scared that he would fulfill the same fate. It was still possible, but there were more possibilities now. The flow was changing.

"Because ... when you learned where he is and some other information, you were the one to activate the spell and destroy the world." I felt one tear fall.

"What? Why would I do such a thing??" Sinbad's grip on my shoulders tightened.

"Sin is doing everything he can to bring about peace!” Ja'far defended.

I put up my hands to calm them. "For the past 15 years, you have been fighting, and growing your power and influence. Sindria and the Seven Seas Alliance hold more power than 2 of the oldest and largest Empires this world has ever seen. Only an idiot would think you won't eventually become the person that stands at the top."

The waves around me urged me to continue. "When you have no more power to gain, and you reached your goal of peace, what do you do? Find a new ambition to work towards? Spend all your time maintaining the status quoe? Or do you continue doing what you've always done?" I shrugged and put my hands back down. "The answer is obvious. Upon learning that there was a way to reach other dimensions and worlds you took it. You wanted to bring your vision of equality to other dimensions." It was twisting the facts a bit, but not entirely wrong. What he had wanted was to imbue his will on the Rukh to achieve his goal of peace eternally, then he wanted to kill the gods above him to bring everyone to the same level.

The fact that they believed everything I said astounded me. I had just said that Sinbad would be the one to destroy the world. Even in the dark, I could see in his eyes the growing realization that I was right -that given the opportunity he would do anything to broadened his horizons and influence- and the silence of his generals was proof they agreed.

Sinbad's waves were swirling around me. My head was swimming. I didn't want him to hate me but it felt inevitable after telling him what type of person he'd become. Another tear fell.

"Those that fight against the spell, talk to you and make you realize there are other options, but it's too late. David will be there keeping the spell active. He is a cruel person who cannot see outside of himself and the fate he dedicated his life to. You sacrifice your life and take David down with you."

David was probably listening in. Even though letting him know that I know was dangerous, I felt like I had reached a check-mate. Sinbad now knew where David and fate would lead him if he didn't change his ways. I could feel the waves radiating out of Sinbad. He would choose a different fate. I could only hope it would be a better one.

I might not like the many of the decisions he made in the original but I liked Sinbad. He was kind at his core even when he became corrupted by pain and greed. That kindness was why he became a comfort character for me.

The tears I had been holding back began to fall and I shut my eyes -I could barely see anyway. "More than anything else, I don't want to watch you become someone you hate. You're waves are literally changing right in front of me but I still don't know if it can be avoided!" I knew Sinbad didn't agree with David, but language is power; there was no way he wasn't influenced by him.

The pressure on my left shoulder was gone, and my tears were being wiped away on that side. "You can feel my waves?" Any quieter and I would have thought I was hearing things.

I gave a half hearted attempt to shake him off; I couldn't accept a kind gesture from him. I didn't deserve it. "How could I not when they're aimed right at me?"

He had stopped wiping my tears but cupped my cheek instead. The warmth of his hand was more comforting than I could fight against. I found myself leaning into that warmth despite myself.

That's right; Sinbad could feel the waves of fate, and had so much influence over them that with his greed he became like a god before his death. How was I supposed influence him enough to save him? "I read your life so many times trying to figure how to change it! How can I prove that the ends don't justify the means when I just let people die so others can be saved in the fut-!”

I couldn't speak.

There was suddenly a soft warm pressure keeping my mouth closed and I was overwhelmed by the waves. I felt like I was under water -floating. This wave brought a strange sense of peace with it.

I didn't dare open my eyes. I didn't want to believe what I was feeling when I realized it wasn't one of his hands covering my mouth.

To add insult to injury my dumb ass didn't even try to fight it; I didn't want to fight it, and it wasn't from fear. But there had to be a better way to get my attention.

((This is the first illustration I ever made for SP. I liked it so much I

Since I couldn't speak I was calming down, or maybe my adrenaline was dying. I was a bit disgusted with myself for playing that trope straight. I couldn't believe he had shut me up that way -it was Sinbad, but still- and in front of his generals no less!

Ja'far and Masrur yelled something, and I felt Sinbad's bangs tickle my face as he stood up right and I was able to talk again.

I opened my eyes, and the complaint I wanted to say got caught in my throat when I caught his expression.

He looked as shocked as I felt. I could barely see him in the dark of the room, but there was something else in his expression that I couldn't understand, or maybe just like the kiss, I didn't want to believe what I was seeing.

His hand caressed my cheek as it slipped off. It was only then that I noticed how much his hands were trembling. Of course he was exhausted. He had been badly injured fighting the dark Djinn, and used up a lot of magoi.

Sinbad leaned towards me again and closed his eyes, but he definitely wasn't aiming to lock lips again. His other hand slipped off of my shoulder as he fell on top of me. I managed to catch him and not crumple under his weight. I'd carried 6ft(183cm) tall men before so I wasn't unused to our size difference. They were twinks though. Sinbad's muscle put him outside of the range I could deal with for long. I knew I was out of shape, but, dang, he was heavy as dead weight.

Ja'far and Masrur took him off my hands -literally. On their way out Ja'far let me know that we'd "have to continue this conversation later" like it wasn't obvious, and apologized on Sinbad's behalf for his behavior towards the end.

After that I passed out from all the emotions and sudden lack of adrenaline.

((You can see which parts I was able to save and reuse in the final version. :3

The end got kinda rambly and preachy, huh? A lot of the dead end chapters have moments like that where they devolve into grief letters.

I want to post the ch5 and maybe ch6 from this Dead End too, but I'm stuck between 2 drafts from the ch5: Draft11(more violent) or Draft13(less violent). Where ch4 has Mori basically venting and processing my feelings about Sinbad to Sinbad, ch5 is the same but for Ja'far. Parts of ch5 were used in the start of final version of ch24. Also, the fears that lead Mori to act the way they did with Ja'far in ch19 are what happens in the Dead End of ch5. If you guys could let me know which version you're more interested in, I'd really appreciate it.))

#adventures of Simpbad #magi prophet fanfic #sinbad x oc #sinbadxoc #magi fanfiction #magi fanart #king sinbad #sinbad magi #magi sinbad

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morimakesfanart · 6 months

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Sindria's Prophet Ch 31 Omake

((This scene was cut from ch27-31; the flash back in it was originally cut from ch13. They are too funny to just leave on the cutting room floor, so I edited them to post as an omake. Also, they enhance scenes from ch34 onward, so I wanted to post it sooner rather than later. It's not a necessary scene though, or I would have made sure it was in the final cut. I place this final version of the scene during the start of chapter 31))

~POV Sinbad~ King Sinbad placed his elbows on his desk and his head on his interlocked fingers. "Ja'far, this isn't working."

"What isn't, Sin?" The official of the White Capricorn Tower was standing nearby, waiting for his King to finish a few documents.

"How can Mori make time to meet with the magicians and Spartos, but not talk to her own King?" She was locked in her room preparing for the Announcement, and refused to see anyone unless it was important -and apparently the King wasn't important enough.

Ja'far gave a flat rebuttal. "The whole reason you brought her here was to use her 'visions' to help reach our dream, wasn't it?" He eyed the paperwork the King was ignoring on his desk.

"Still," Sinbad sat up with a sigh. "I didn't expect Mori to be so thorough. Everyone who looks through that microscope is convinced and my people trust in me as their King." He had even told her as much days ago, but she insisted on providing these advancements more in case anything that had been used in her world to deny this science was used here. Sinbad fiddled with the papers on his desk while complaining. "I have a feeling that she's going to continue like this even after we've finished rebuilding to accommodate all of this new information." --- ~POV Ja'far~ That really did seem to be the case. There were many inventions Mori was going to recreate for them. Who knows how long that will take? "You can ask them to schedule regular meetings, you know? They agreed to the meeting with Spartos after all."

The King crossed his arms. "You clearly haven't realized what type of person Mori is. She responds much better to surprise encounters."

Since when? The Mori Ja'far had worked with the past week preferred having things scheduled and planned ahead of time. There was no way Sinbad didn't know that. "Why do you want to spend more time with her anyway? Mx. Mori is already giving her all for the citizens of Sindria." Ja'far asked even though he had a feeling he knew the answer.

Sin watched him for a moment and then looked towards the wall of windows. "Mori is my Prophet and yet it doesn't feel like I have her loyalty yet."

After the realization that Mori was helping Sin avoid the worst possible futures there was little doubt in her loyalty left. Sinbad was not after 'loyalty.' The others were right. The only people who didn't think Sinbad was falling in love with Mori were the two involved.

"Hey, Ja'far," Sinbad continued before his General was able to question him farther. "What do you think of moving my Beautiful Prophet into the Purple Leo Tower? It would be much easier to get a hold of her when she decides to stop working for the day. I wouldn't have to go as far to catch her."

Ja'far groaned. There was logic to what he said, but after nearly a month of watching Sinbad fixate on Mori it didn't sit the same. The fact that this was a development the other Generals saw coming, somehow, made it worse. --- (flashback) Ja'far remembered right after the rest of the Generals had first met Mori. Sin had just reminded them about his complete lack of desire for marriage in front of the guest Tower and started walking off. The Generals followed.

Hinahoho snorted a laugh. "Alright, I'll try to act shocked when you suggest moving her into the Purple Leo Tower as soon as she's better."

The King waved him off. "Mori is Sindria's Prophet now, and she has no home to return to. We should convince her to make Sindria her home and win her loyalty that way she will undeniably use her prophecies for Sindria. Moving her out of the guest tower might just happen in the future."

Pisti had a hand on her chin as she thought out loud, "She won't need her own bed though, will she?"

"Huh?"

The shortest General smirked. "Since she'll just end up sleeping in our King's bed every night anyway." She broke into laughter and half of the other Generals laughed with her. (flashback over) --- At least the King wasn't actually suggesting Mori sleep with him every night.

"Mx. Mori has barely been in Sindria for two weeks, and she was bedridden for half of it. We can't move someone into the Purple Leo Tower that no one knows. I don't know where we would put her room anyway."

"What if we converted the sitting room I brought her to last time? It's a good size, and it would be more convenient if her room was that close to mine." Sinbad smiled like he thought this was the perfect idea.

"Of course, not!"

"Why not?"

Ja'far fought down his frustration."There's no reason for her to be on the top floor. And besides, that room is used daily. Or did you forget your own routine?" That was the room the Call Girls waited in from night until morning for Sin to call them into his room which was practically right next door.

The King hummed. Sin really doesn't think sometimes; and involving Mori just makes it worse.

Even if she was to be moved into the Purple Leo Tower, why would he want Mori that close to him anyway? She flirted with Sin, but she also turned him down constantly. Moving her room nearby wasn't going to make it any more likely that she'd sleep with him. Sin was an idiot, but he was also a genius at getting his way. How far ahead was Sinbad planning with moving Mori into that room? If they got married, it would be extremely easy to connect their rooms later without having to move her again. Was that it? Had Sin realized his feelings and didn't say anything? But there was already a Queen's suite ready to be used someday...

Sin mumbled to himself, "I suppose it will be harder to seduce her if she sees the girls in person."

Yeah, no. Sin had 2 heads and he was not using the smart one.

((Heya everyone! I've decided that I didn't want to worry about drawing anything for this omake since I've got so much else I'm working on. The next arc of Sindria's Prophet is about half way written. The next ch of the Reverse Isekai AU is shaping up nicely. I also have been making progress on the Baby Mori AU, but I won't be able to post it until I get the first ch of the next arc posted. And lastly, I have a NSFW one shot for the Simpbad Collection that I'm finally at the art phase with. (I've got a few original projects I'm working on too)

I hope to get more posted soon :3 See you then))

#adventures of simpbad #magi fanfiction #sinbadxoc #sinbad x oc

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morimakesfanart · 7 months

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They are a ton more emotionally written and the canon cast often ends up out of character because my first drafts are more about my anxieties and fears than what would actually happen.

Some will be multiple chapters since it sometimes takes me a while to realize something wasn't a good decision in the long run. This is why I normally write full arcs together, and don't finish posting an arc until I have the next one based out.

#mori asks #magi prophet fanfic #adventures of simpbad

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morimakesfanart · 7 months

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Sindria's Prophet Concept Art #1

Since it's the anniversary of when Mori gets Isekai'd (Oct 3rd) I decided to post some concept art to celebrate. Some of these was already posted to tumblr before, but I wanted to have all of the part 1 art together for this first edition in The Adventures of Simpbad Collection. Most of this is fashion/outfit ideas more than scene ideas, but I hope you enjoy them :3

I'll go through outfits first. WIP moments will be in [#2]

My early outfit ideas are always a bit more outlandish or cliche, but it's also where I figure out what type of stuff I want from an outfit.

Actually writing scenes helps me think about what actually makes sense for the moment. When I get to this stage I often narrow the design down to 2 ideas pretty easily. I pick whichever design I vibe with more and then some times I use the backup later if I'm out of ideas and need something for one scene. The tunic/dress Mori wore during the first Sinbird scene was like that. It was the runner up for the ship outfit.

The first final 3 outfits together:

The hoodie and shorts was a no brainer since that's just one of my favorite lounge outfits.

Once I got Mori to Sindria and actually had the option to give them a more anime outfit I was back to more outlandish designs. I hit a stalemate and switched to digital so I could test out colors and layers more easily

Eventually I ended up making my own dress up doll XD

Eventually I looked at the Magi color palette and realized that the teal/aqua I really like wearing isn't in it. It only has cyan and green, but not the range between, so I ended up having pick and choose and most of those ideas got dropped except for the one with the short vest that I made green. I really like that outfit so I'll probably use it again at some point. I have a few ideas for outfits the next arcs based on some of these, so look forward to those :D

I knew I wanted something special for the Announcement Arc and it took me a while to figure out what. It was while playing with the design that I decided on having it be a gift from Queen Artemina, and that helped finalize the design

I hope you like these :D I'll have the next one out soon

#magi prophet fanfic #adventures of simpbad #character design

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morimakesfanart · 7 months

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2023 Jan 30 -Lucid Dream: Sinbad Adventure Island

*Traditional art from my dream sketchbook

I had a dream where it was announced that there was going to be a special event involving Sinbad. Many fans -me included- hoped it would explain what actually happens to Sinbad in the end of Magi, and if he stayed dead, or was able to come back like the omake art suggests.

I found out about the event on my phone in the living room. I immediately looked at Lyly and told them, "I have to go. Tumblr knows I'm Simpbad. My reputation is at stake."

To which they deadpanned, "Bro, it's your dream. I'm not going to stop you."

Since the Sinbad event was happening at a convention with other special anime events Lyly invited Sky to join us. Another friend found out so we invited him too. Sky and the other friend piloted a mecha tank in the convention parking lot. It was like Kuromukuro in that the tank transformed into a humanoid mech. Lyly followed me until they decided it wasn't their thing and joined the others.

The Sinbad event turned out to be Sinbad's Adventure Island. It was kinda like the Adventure Island at Disney World in that it was kinda a giant obstacle course and playground. Because it reminded people of the Disney attraction, a lot of parents dropped off their kids at the island. The kids were only allowed on top of the island. Most of what the Adventure Island had to offer was in the caves that referenced the Dungeons. There was an NPC of Sinbad at the entrance. I had a full fan freakout. The SiNPC laughed and explained the rules of the Island, as well as that he would be going through all of the areas in the caves in a set loop so that if anyone got lost they would be able to find their way through. He would be doing set events at different locations that would hint at a secret -like a puzzle for people to figure out so they could find a specific location on the island.

Instead of going through the obstacles and games which was the obvious intent & where more clues would be hidden, I used the hole shaped windows in the walls to chase keep up with SiNPC. (The windows were shaped like that to continue the cave theming of most of the underground section.) Since I played a lot of games growing up, I often have dreams that involve NPC type people. I've found that if I push NPCs out of situations where game logic works, I can get my subconscious to make them an actual person. And I wanted to flirt with a real Sinbad.

SiNPC went into an area that guests were not supposed to be in. When I looked into the room I saw that he turned into his 14 y/o self. Young Sinbad jumped down a hole in the middle of the room. I ran in, and looked down the hole to see he landed in water. I could see the edges of several floors between us. That was definitely 14 y/o Sinbad. What the fuck was going on? I've had dreams where a person appeared multiple times at once, each with a different age, but not them changing age. Not to mention, normally if my age changes, it's early in the dream, or triggered by something from the age I turned into. Something felt off but it wasn't enough for my to change my age and I've never been able to do it consciously -yet; I prepared myself to shut down a flirty teenager just in case. I'm in my 30's and would not flirt with someone more than 5 years different than me. Even so, there was no way I wasn't going to follow him -Sin was 14, so it could be Baal's Dungeon down there and I was going to see it before the dream ended.

I looked back at Lyly who was standing in the doorway, and yelled, "I'm gonna jump in!"

They answered, "I know. I'm not following you though." Then they went to go regroup with the others.

As I jumped down my anxiety rose. It wasn't from fear of getting hurt or like when I can tell a dream is going to become a nightmare. I just felt more hyper vigilant of my surroundings from my PTSD; it felt like the level it was when I was a teenager. I've had a bunch of dreams where I am my past ages and recognized that feeling. I did it! I wasn't sure if that was a good idea though.

I could tell I wasn't as young as Sinbad. I went through hugely traumatic events when I was 12 & 14 and I felt like I did when I had recovered a little from them, so I had to be at least 15 -there were a bunch of traumatic events after that too, but I could feel that the trauma from later events weren't in my brain yet. I checked my hair and glasses and got the confirmation I was looking for. When I was 6 I started growing my bangs out so I could still be pretty -I thought you could only be pretty if you didn't have bangs because none of the pretty people with dark hair on TV and in Movies had bangs. I realized how stupid that was by the time I was 11, but I didn't realize I could have bangs again until I was a teenager. I started cutting my bangs when I was 15. The bangs I had were cut like Edward Eric's (because I didn't have the confidence to get the hime cut like I do now), but my hair isn't pin straight so it laid differently on me. I was definitely either 15 or 16 if this was the hair cut I had.

Even though this meant I was in an acceptable age range to flirt with Sinbad again, it also meant I was back to having a stronger fight response to flirting and teasing. ((I still have it internally, but thanks to emotional control I don't turn into a tsundere outside of dreams.)) My clothes changed with my age to better match the setting which meant this wasn't an event anymore; and Sinbad definitely wouldn't be an NPC anymore either. That meant that his flirting wasn't going to be some scripted line from an AI... It was going to be personalized.

When I got out of the water, I noticed that this area matched the Dungeons even more than the higher floors, but it didn't seem to be any specific Dungeon. I doubted there would be monsters based on how the dream felt. There would probably still be riddles and puzzles like in the Dungeons in the series. That renewed my excitement and I ran off to find where Sinbad went.

There were a bunch of broken columns that drew my attention. Since they were the only thing of interest, I decided to follow the path they were on. As I was running past them someone stepped out from behind one of the pillars and I ran into their raised hand -stopping me. Sinbad pulled back his hand from my forehead. "You really jumped down after me." He sounded amused. Just as my brain caught up to what happened, Sinbad gave me a playful smile. "That was really dangerous, you know?"

Sure, it was a 3 story drop, but this place was designed for fun and it was a dream. I felt my face heating up. I was self conscious from him talking to me, and smiling at me, and just as insulted by his words that implied I was incapable. "If it's so dangerous why did you jump?!"

He laughed, and turned around to start walking more through the Dungeon, "This is going to be fun."

"You're not going to apologize for hitting my forehead?!" He just kept walking while I followed behind him and continued complaining. And then my alarm woke me up.

((Wasn't sure if I was going to post this today or wait a bit longer to spread things out more, but I feel like I can't work on the next thing while I'm still sitting on this. I've had it ready to post for 6 months after all, and then just kinda didn't do it))

#adventures of simpbad #lucid dreaming

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quick question so for the one shots will u take request?

Yes. I am taking requests and suggestions. Patrons on patreon will get priority with suggestions. It's taking me a while to get the first ones done. I like to have at least 3 "chapters" done when I start posting a series.

The request list so far: -Reverse Isekai AU with Sinbad & all 8 Generals -Mori turned into a 6 or 7 y/o -Mori shrunk down small enough to fit in Sin's pocket -Many requests for Adventures AU so I'll be testing a bunch of set ups until I figure out what I want to do for a full fic

I do have some ideas of my own that I'll be doing too. One of which is already written with one art done, but I can't start this series with a NSFW one shot since I can't post most of it on tumblr I want to have at least 2 requests done before I post one that one.

I have the Reverse Isekai AU drafted but I'm not happy with it yet. I'm struggling with keeping it light hearted since I will suddenly have to support 9 more people which will absolutely make us live paycheck to paycheck even if some of them can find work. I do have this some drawings I did while trying to figure it out what would be actually enjoyable for the AU:

EDITED TO ADD: If you have any suggestions for things you want to see in the isekai AU please send them to me or DM them (whichever). One Anon sent an idea of Sin messing with Snapchat filters and it definitely helped!

#mori answered #Adventures of Simpbad #reverse isekai AU #king sinbad #sinbad magi #magi sinbad #sinbad x oc #sinbadxoc

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morimakesfanart · 1 year

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Can we just picture sinbad carrying a small mori and being all nervous because she’s smaller then normal children ( I remember you wrote that you looked younger then your normal age so I just assumed you would be smaller then other kids)

I was definitely smaller than the other kids. The teachers often had us line up by height and I was always at the end of the line. When I was 7 I was asked if I'd be starting Kindergarten (Primary school for 5-6 y/o's) soon.

I don't think Sinbad would be nervous about Mori's size since he already knows their adult height is short. He helped take care of a lot of kids before becoming a Dungeon capturer, and he picked up 4 y/o Pisti without much thought. He would probably have some concerns about child Mori, but I don't see him showing them in front of Mori.

The image of Sin holding little Mori is really cute though, so I had to draw it :D

After this, Mori probably got angry at Sinbad because his metal vessels would be hard and uncomfortable to be pressed against. She would absolutely complain until he put her down, and refuse to let him hold her again as long as he's wearing them.

#mori answered #Adventures of Simpbad #baby Mori AU

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morimakesfanart · 1 year

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The Magi discord I'm active in had another challenge that I got a bit to excited over. It was to have a character using a metal vessel for the first time so I decided to design a bunch of Full Body Djinn Equips. None of these ideas are finalized. Also, I didn't draw Mori with glasses here because lazy & I'm more likely to give Mori a Djinn in an Adventures AU where I'd also fix their need for glasses with magic. The designs have more thought behind them as they go on

1. The imp is the same species Zepar is

2. Is the same species as Furfur and few other Djinn shown with hooked horns and winged tails

3. Is based off of Djinn like Amon and Paimon which are just a human stereotype. The clothes are based off of some different Indian god depictions and other things that I think were probably used in a lot of the canon Djinn Equip designs

4. Is a crystal Djinn like Leraje. The crystal I chose is a type of quartz I think. I have a some small ones I got at a science museum when I was little. The placement of things etc. is heavily inspired by Kos-Mos from Xenosaga

5. Is a Bird Djinn like Focalor (raven), Zagan (Peacock) and Phoenix (unclear). I use the quetzal as the bird.

6. Aries is my zodiac sign and I was born the year of the Ram so I often draw myself with both goat and ram horns (I've seen this cross breed called a geep)

7. Son Goku. Once I found out about The Journey to the West and that it is the source of a lot of my favorite tropes in anime, you know I ate it up. Son Goku is easily my favorite character and so I figured it would be fun to reference him like how a bunch of different Djinn reference different figures from Japanese legends. (I know this is a Chinese story, I just meant that I wanted to reference a legendary figure in general, and Son Goku shows up a lot in anime so I thought it wouldn't feel out of place)

8. I carried the previous idea of taking from ledgens and chose one actually from Japan: The bunny in the moon making mochi. I draw myself with bunny ears a lot, and my friends call me a bunny sometimes because of how much I like lettuce XD I was worried giving it a mallet would be too on the nose for the legend, but then after finishing it, I realized I could have given it the Little Mallet/Big Mallet, so I know what I'm doing if I ever redesign this one.

All of the Djinn power sets I've been thinking of use Strength, Sound, Wind, and/or Water magic. I really like physics manipulation, and cancelation abilities, so I have to be careful that I don't design something that suits a Dark Metal Vessel instead. 😅

#magi fanfiction #magi oc #magi fanart #original character #character art #concept art #character design #adventures of simpbad #djinn equip #Halloween

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morimakesfanart · 1 year

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We need adult Mori meeting baby Sinbad aww it would be sooo cute. 🥹 honestly Sinbad was such a cute kid it breaks me that it’s not there anymore

Oh absolutely! it's a shame he couldn't stay cute and innocent forever. This makes me miss being a teacher. My favorite ages to teach were 11-13, but I also really loved teaching grade schoolers.

This does mean I'll be making a Baby Sinbad AU after Baby Mori AU. Mori will absolutely put themself in charge of child Sinbad. He's super curious, and Mori was a teacher. The Generals will also help, but I think Ja'far and Drakon will have their hands tied with making up for their King not being around for a while.

It also feels like there will have to be an AU where they're both children. This is going to be very cute and wholesome. But I wonder if they will get along as children XD When both kids are the type to be the leader of their group it normally leads to them clashing. There's going to be a long time before I get to that though.

#mori answered #baby sinbad au #baby mori au #adventures of simpbad

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morimakesfanart · 1 year

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Since Ja’far has a soft spot for children would he be fond of child Mori and I have a feeling that he is gonna to be the one that is going to take care of them most of the time

I agree. He's also one of the most responsible people in the Kingdom so he will be the one to make sure baby Mori is taken care of. :3 However, Ja'far does have a lot of work to do in the White Capricorn Tower so he will need to hand off Baby Mori periodically. Hina has children, but since Mori is scared of bigger kids I don't know how that will go. Because of the waves she will gravitate to Sinbad, but knowing me, she will want to spend a ton of time with Drakon once she learns he doesn't eat people. I was fascinated by snakes an lizards and loved dragons (still am/do) so she will definitely be excited that Drakon is a lizard man.

#mori answered #baby mori au #adventures of simpbad

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morimakesfanart · 1 year

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I know your probably working on Sindria’s Prophet right now but I’m curious what one shot would be next

I'm mainly focusing on Sindria's Prophet, but when I need breaks I've been working on the next part of the Reverse Isekai AU, and Baby Mori AU. The Baby Mori AU will take place sometime after what will be ch37 of Sindria's Prophet, so I'll probably post the Reverse Isekai AU p2 first. It's going to be a collection of small moments and summaries. One of which is going to be about my cats because I love them. They each have very specific feelings about any guest we've had over -especially Coconut- so I think it would be fun to talk about how Sinbad and the Generals have to cope with them. The rest will mainly be based on other asks I've gotten for the AU :3

I've had a NSFW wetdream fully written out for months now. I've been slowly making art for it. I want to make sure I have a few more SFW chapters out before I post it. I do have several NSFW one shots that I plan on making. Some will be more vanilla, some will lean more into the sides of BDSM that I like. Part of what I like about BDSM is the explicit consent, trust, and care needed for everyone involved to enjoy it, so none will lean into the fantasy the BDSM creates. They will be Mori & Sin intentionally trying it out together :3

The next chapter of Sindria's Prophet will include a scene that shows some of how I handle being a soft Dom so you can use that to get a little bit of an idea of how those one shots will feel

#mori answered #adventures of Simpbad

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2020 Oct 10 -Lucid Dream: The Last Push to Make Sindria's Prophet

*It's my birthday, so I'm adding another chapter to the Adventures of Simpbad :D

*I have been lucid dreaming since around the age of 6. I keep a dream diary and draw parts. Sometimes I like what happens in my dreams so much that I use it in my stories; that's why I go by "Mori's Lucid Stories" for my original work.

*I have had several dreams involving Magi so I've decided to add them to the Adventures of Simpbad Collection :3 The art will mainly be edited photos of what I put in my dream diary. I will draw things digitally if I didn't end up drawing anything traditionally.

*This dream happened when I hit the first road block in writing Sindria's Prophet and was the push I needed to fix it and what lead me to choose to post Sindria's Prophet online :3 Also, I didn't think I would be posting this dream when I started drawing it, so the first half isn't as well drawn as the last few pages.

*The original versions of this are still up on Tumblr, Instagram, and Twitter. This version has a novel version of the dream added, and cleaned up art of the original photos of the pages.

*I did rewrite a bit of the text in the images, but please let me know if there's any part that still isn't legible. Also so everyone knows, all of the purple and pink was done with colored ink traditionally, so I tried to keep that feel with the edits.

~POV Mori~ I was having an anime convention dream. I get those fairly often since cons are some of the most liberating experiences I've had. I had finally accepted that I had been hyper fixating on Sinbad for the past 5 years. I had tried my hand at writing fics but most stayed as concepts and drafts. I decided to try writing my first self insert Isekai, and had hit a road block. Thinking so much about an anime/manga was probably why I was having an anime convention dream.

I passed by a manga seller and decide to take a look. The only official English translation of The Adventures of Sinbad was a short run the first few volumes in Singapore. But here in this dream someone was selling official English versions of every volume. It didn't matter if this was a dream, I was going to buy them!

Having successfully made my dream purchase, I wanted to go somewhere I could sit down and read them. As I was about to leave, a familiar color palette appeared in my peripheral vision. King Sinbad was standing by the same bookshelf I was just at!

I knew he was tall, but it's different seeing him in person. Even with all of my fixating on him, Sinbad had yet to appear in my dreams. He was right there though! 100000% That was Sinbad! But this was a convention dream. He could be a cosplayer and not the real deal. The line often gets blurred in my dreams so did it even matter?

Two gold eyes turned towards me and I ran for the cover of another bookshelf. He was gorgeous in person and my heart could not handle it! Who knows what would have happened if I actually talked to him?!

'But this is my dream!! There's no reason for me to run away.' This dream has no signs of becoming a nightmare, so I could still change or remove anything I didn't like. Sinbad would never be able to hurt me in a dream unless I let him. 'I have been under a lot of stress recently though...'

It was worth some risk, but not a big risk. I took out my phone and used the zoom function of the camera to get a closer look at him without having to get close enough to risk him talking to me. That was something I didn't think I could handle yet. I also didn't know how long I could handle being around him so I sneakily made my way to the exit like I originally planned. As I got close, the gold eye in my phone screen made contact with me, and Sinbad smirked. 'ABORT!' I ran the rest of the way out.

That was more than enough Sinbad for me, thanx. I was no longer used to experiencing any form of attraction, and it had become a bit of a trigger honestly. Liking someone could always be used against me. My ex fiance made sure I'd learn that lesson....

This was a good dream so far, so I would not dwell on such things!!! There was a whole rest of a dream con to explore. I could go to more venders for impossible finds, or a panel, or watch cosplayers or stalk Sinbad Watching cosplayers, it is!

--- I find that the dealers room is one of the best places for spotting cosplayers, so guess where I went back to?

Cosplay is always really cool regardless of skill level or accuracy. It shows passion and love for a story. And some can be very creative in taking characters into different styles. In this dream there was a crossover cosplay of someone dressed as Inuyasha, but done in the style of Hollow!Ichigo from bleach. They even had on white body paint, and contacts that made their corneas black. Given how full demon mode Inuyasha was, the idea of a hollow version was scary, and rad as hell. His claw attack would be devastating- And he was destroying the venders with the exact attack I was just thinking about! The cosplayer was no longer a cosplayer! This is the part of lucid dreaming that isn't always the greatest. I thought too hard about something and it became a real problem.

I yelled at my mistake, "Stop that right now!!"

To which the once cosplayer yelled back, "This is a dream! I do what I want!" And what he wanted was murder.

The audacity! "This is my dream! Step off!"

He attacked me! "You can't tell me what to do!"

I dodged it, and I was done playing. "Yeah, no." If diplomacy wasn't going to work then there was no reason to keep him in my dream. "If you're going to be violent, you can go. This whole part of the con can go." Sometimes it's easier to get rid of the whole area than just one person since the area can hold onto the emotions and make the same type of thing keep happening. If I don't nip it in the bud it could become a nightmare or night terror, and God knows I've had more than my fair share of those.

The entire room got cleared into a white void. There was a floor and walls where doors into the room were, but everything else was gone. My emotions returned to normal too. This empty room was still attached to the rest of the dream world, so convention goers started walking in and getting confused about the missing dealers' room. Creating a new place for venders would only risk things going violent again. I made comfy chairs and cushions for people to rest on while I figured out what to do with the cleared space.

--- My safest bet was to change the genre so I could have a different type of environment. It had been a while since I had a fun adventure dream. To keep it from going potentially violent again I made it like a play ground or obstacle course instead of an actual place with real danger. I grew up during the PS2 era of games so beaches and platforming like in Kingdom Hearts, Jak&Daxter, and Ratchet and Clank are hugely nostalgic, and have become symbols of safety and fun for me. And so I made a beach with an obstacle course, platforming, and a fake broken ship. And of course, with a change of scenery comes a costume change. I went for something that was a mix of dance clothes and reenactment clothes from when I was in a reenactment pirate band -there was fake broken pirate ship here after all. (I decided it was a pirate ship because that seemed more fun.)

There was a cuddle puddle of three people in one of the chairs I made. I left the manga I bought with them, telling them, "Guard this manga with your life!" before heading out to the obstacle course I had made.

As I gave them a two fingered salute, I noticed that a familiar purple haired King was standing behind them. Everything inside me knew it was the same Sinbad from earlier and, that like the Inuyasha cosplayer becoming real, this Sinbad was real. Those metal vessels weren't only for show. What's more was I was not emotionally ready for coping with feeling attraction and fear at the same time again.

So I jumped down onto the sandy platforms below.

I made dream versions of my some of my friends appear. Hopefully, they would be enough of a distraction to make the Sinbad vanish. I ended up summoning art friends from highschool and college though, so they refused to explore with me. Instead, they actively reminded me who had shown up. "If you don't get running, he's gonna catch up."

Sinbad jumped down onto the starting platform and I bolted down the obstacle course. It was clear that my subconscious wanted me to face this; even if I changed the dream Sinbad would appear again. I had two options: face Sinbad and my fear of my own feelings of attraction, or turn the dream off into nothingness. Ahead of me, the platforms were leading to the ruined pirate ship; the next part would be inside it. And like a video game, the water around us meant death.

Sinbad calling behind me, gave me my answer. I jumped into the water.

--- The dream above the surface couldn't reach me here. It was quiet and calm. I could drift there forever if I wanted to -or at least until I woke up. As the feeling of safety washed over me, I started feeling bored. I had made a whole puzzle plaformer and I didn't even get to go through it! I had been in the nothing for a while; maybe Sinbad was gone.

There was no way I'd be that lucky. If nothing else, I could come up far enough away to have a chance to brace myself before he reaches me. I swam to the edge of an area further down the course. When I breached the surface of the water, I tried to will myself out faster than I could climb up. Two hands reached down to help pull me onto land. 'Who was I trying to fool...?' Of course, Sinbad would appear as soon as I returned.

He smiled down at me as I was finally standing on land again. "There you go."

"I could have gotten out on my own." Gosh, even to my own ears I sounded like a tsundere. This was the best I could do with my trust issues, huh? Dreams make emotional regulation harder too.

Sinbad's smile didn't waver. "Of course." In fact, he looked amused.

I grumbled, accepted my fate and sat down with my legs hanging over the edge. Looking at the water from here, it was obvious that I wouldn't have been able to reach high enough to pull myself out of the water on my own. If my subconscious was this determined to make this interaction happen then it was something I really needed to work through.

Sinbad walked over to where I sat down. "You're done running away?"

"I guess."

He sat down next to me, and crossed his legs and his arms. "So why were you avoiding me all this time?" He didn't look at me directly, and kept his smile.

I watched the water in front of us. "I'm scared of the things I like hurting me because I like them."

"Are you scared of me sitting here?"

"I'm not running right now, am I?" I wasn't scared of Sinbad. He was non-violent unless there were no other options, so he'd never have a reason to hurt me.

The King's voice was boisterous, "That's great news!"

I smiled at myself. "I guess I am doing a bit better." That gave me back some confidence. My smile broadened, and I made of show of shrugging as I continued, "I do still have plenty of reasons to be scared that you're close. You're also a greedy, egotistical, over powered asshole who has killed a lot of people -not to mention manga spoilers." The man was a walking death machine when he wanted to be, especially towards the ends of both mangas in the series.

"-Ah," was all he said in response. Sinbad was always the type to refrain from commenting when he couldn't deny the truth.

Now that I was thinking about the situation instead of panicking I was realizing some things. "I'm pretty curious on why you're talking to me." Flirting with con goers would probably be more in character.

He finally looked at me. "Why don't you tell me since you know me so well?" His eyes sparkled with interest and curiosity.

'Smarmy piece of- how dare he be this pretty! Fine!' My thoughts got stuck on his face for a moment since I was finally looking at him too. I thought about his question. Sinbad was power hungry by the time he became a king. And he had a growing god complex. And he actively sought out the strongest people in the world like the Aladdin, David, and Arba.

'Oh...' I had basically just erased and remade part of the world in front of him. That was why he hadn't followed after me when I first saw him; I wasn't anything special yet. 'My subconscious couldn't make him want to talk to me for nice reasons?'

I sighed. "I might like you but," that was obvious and I wouldn't deny it, "I'm not going to help you do whatever you want. I just didn't want violence in this dream." Now that I knew what was going on, I needed to set my boundaries.

Sinbad hummed, and looked out at the water. "I understand." After a moment he added, "We both prefer peace. It's a start."

That made me laugh. "You really don't quit, do you?"

Sinbad continued the good mood with flirting. "I got to make a pretty girl laugh so it's been a good day."

I gifted him another chuckle for the sentiment behind his words. I'm gender fluid, so not always a girl/woman, but I didn't think he'd understand that even if I explained. This wasn't the time to be pedantic. I was more interested in enjoying the improved mood.

We continued to talk in that light hearted manor about a handful of things. It was a bit of necessary self reflection involving my fears. It was okay for me to feel attraction, even if I wasn't ready for any of the steps that come afterwards. Maybe Sinbad was perfect for me in that way. In the whole series he never falls in love or gets married, and in that moment what I needed to feel safe was knowing that flirting was all it would ever be. I could enjoy feelings of attraction without the fear of being betrayed later because Sinbad would never promise himself to anyone.

#adventures of simpbad #lucid dreaming #king sinbad #magi sinbad #sinbad magi

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Reverse Isekai AU Type1 p1

It's Sinbad day/ Sinbad's birthday April 2nd, so I'm officially starting to post The Adventures of Simpbad :D

[AO3] [Wattpad]

SORRY THIS TOOK LIKE A YEAR (the first of these came in 2022 April 20)

~POV Mori~ Nearly two and a half years to the day since I started writing my magi Fanfic Sindria's Prophet I was once again heading to the basement to do laundry. Once again, my thoughts were full of Sinbad and plot bunnies. Once again, I was not paying attention to my steps and was overwhelmed by vertigo -only this time instead of expecting one more step, I was one short. Even though I caught my own fall, a series of loud bangs hurt my ears as the over packed storage to my left was practically bulldozed. This was followed by the sounds from the floor above me of my 3 cats scattering to find hiding places, and at least one human coming to investigate.

"What is this???" "Sin!" "I can't see the Rukh!!" "Is this Al Thamen's doing??" "What the hell???" "Drakon! Is that you??"

I was still in my basement, but they weren't still in Magi. The giant Hinahoho was sitting on the ground closest to me, and in one of the few places in the basement that had more the a 2 foot width of walking space. I couldn't see much past him but I had a pretty good idea of where everyone was from their voices. Sinbad was on the other side of him followed by Drakon -who I couldn't see past Hina for some reason. Slightly to my right I could see Pisti on a pile of boxes, and Sharrkan between her and the packed table on the same side. Yam and Spartos were probably stuck in the piles on the other side of the table. All of this would put Masrur either with the washer and dryer or in another pile of boxes on the left side of the room. I was really going to hate cleaning this later.

"My magic!!" Yam yelled, and there was another clattering sound as more things fell to the ground around her.

'Yam's seashell are held on by magic!' I climbed over the giant with a, "Pardon me, Hina!" and b-lined for the woman on the other side of the basement. She was covering herself with her hands. I ignored the questions pointed at me, took off my hoodie and put it around the magician. "Here. Wear this. This world doesn't have Rukh or magic." And before anyone who's read 'Sindria's Prophet' asks: I had a t-shirt under my hoodie this time because it was colder this year, so, no, I didn't just swap who's nips were freed.

All eyes were on me, but the only one I made eye contact with was Yamuraiha. She was distraught. "What do you mean there's no Rukh? Where are we??" Her knuckles were white as her grip on her staff -and my hoodie- tightened.

Before I could answer, the basement door was thrown open. "Mori!! Are you okay??" The comforting voice of my younger sibling and partner in crime was yelled into the room. "You didn't actually get Isekai'd did you??" This wasn't the first time they referenced my fanfic when there was a crash in the basement, but normally as a joke.

I yelled back. "It's worse!"

They rushed down the stairs. "How???"

"It's a reverse Isekai!" I smiled and spread my arms like an excited penguin in their general direction.

Lyly's silence and horrified, disgusted expression was punctuated by the silence and gaze of our new guests.

--- ~POV Sinbad~ Sinbad and his Generals were escorted upstairs, through a kitchen and another room full of pills of things, before being offered a seat in the living room. There were multiple cracks in the ceiling and walls. The dark Blonde that had showed up second, had ran ahead of them, and was escorting an older man out of the room when they entered it. Hina had to sit on the floor, and the brunette that helped Yam stayed standing, but Sinbad and the rest of his Generals were able to squeeze onto the split sofa.

The brunette introduced herself as "Mori," and reiterated what she had told Yam in the basement. "I'm sure you all have a bunch of questions," she continued, "but before that, it will be a lot easier for me to explain things if I know when you guys are from." She combed her hand through her hair before crossing her arms. "Have you met Aladdin yet?" She knew Aladdin? That got everyone's attention. "Ah- then has the war in Magnostadt happened yet?"

Yam gasped.

Ja'far answered the question just as surprised as everyone else. "It's hasn't been long since the war ended." Something very strange was going on. Sinbad and his Generals were famous, but those details and events weren't common knowledge.

Mori hummed. "Then ...," she looked directly at Sinbad, "have you already learned about Alma Toran at the summit-?"

"Hold on a second," the King cut her off. "How do you know all of that?" Even without the waves, it was obvious that Mori knew a lot more than she was letting on. A world without Rukh or magic? Sinbad wasn't sure he believed it. The last time he had been teleported without warning like this was during the fall of First Sindria when he met Al Thamen face to face, and that required magic. However, he couldn't use magoi manipulation no matter how hard he tried, nor could he feel the waves since arriving in this house, and he had a feeling that leaving out the front door wouldn't change that.

She looked around the room, judging everyone's reaction. "I'll be honest, I don't know if there's a tactful way to say this." Mori walked over to the table in the room covered in strange bars. "I think it would be better if I just show you." She picked up one of the bars and pressed one of the colored nubs on it; the large frame of flat black was filled with color. Before long, to all of their surprise, fascination, and horror, their own lives were being played before them through moving drawings.

"That's definitely us!" "What does this mean?"

The image froze when Mori hit another nub on the device. "So all of you are just characters in a story, and now you've been pulled into ... the world the writer of your story lives in -I'm not the writer of your original lives to be clear; I'm just a dedicated fan." Her shirt added proof to her statement since the scribble of white, purple and yellow on it was vaguely reminiscent of Sinbad -especially with the text "THIS IS A FLIRT ONLY ZONE" underneath.

This made even less sense then there not being any Rukh or magoi. Whatever his Generals started saying, Sinbad wasn't hearing any of it over his own racing thoughts. "If we're just characters in a story, how did this happen?"

Mori spent a minute thinking before answering. "Okay so, I have some theories involving multidimensional theory and string theory that could explain all cases of Isekai -teleporting into other dimensions. And quantum computers have managed to simulate pushing a qubit through a wormhole ((reported by the California Institute of Technology in Nov 2022)), and will probably be able to send whole atoms in the next decade... But I really doubt you're asking me to give you an hour plus long talk on quantum and theoretical physics. But even if I did there is no way to prove any of it is what happened to you."

"What I'm hearing is that you don't know."

"This could just be another story where you all were brought via a plot device."

"You have got to be joking."

Mori waved their hands to try to dispel the growing tension. "It is possible, but if I was the sole writer, I wouldn't have brought all of you here. My morals wouldn't have let me separate any of the Generals from their families, nor take Yam away from her magic like this. So it's even harder for me to tell if this is real or not, and I love breaking the fourth wall!"

The room went silent. How was any of this believable? No. How was any of this acceptable? Sinbad had things to do! He was about to make a huge leap towards realizing his dream! He was chosen by Fate to be King of the world and the new God! He wouldn't fail like Solomon did! --- ~POV Mori~ While our guests struggled with their new reality, my sibling came back from escorting our socially anxious father to his room. They looked at the Generals and then back at me. They had their phone out. "They're all adults, right?"

"Yeah." I answered. We had already discussed what we would do in the case of a reverse isekai for fun.

"Good. We'll need their consent to sell photographs. What cosplay could be more perfect than the actual characters?"

I laughed. "That's true. But Magi hasn't been main stream for a while, so we're going to have to branch out into original stuff fairly quickly." Actually, "Do we dye their hair or get them wigs?" Their hair colors all shifted to natural colors for this world when they got here -just like mine became anime colors in Sindria's Prophet. "I can always Photoshop it."

"Yeah. That's cheaper for now anyway." Lyly glanced at our guests. "I knew we'd have to sell feet pics to get by eventually, I just always thought they'd be yours."

I crossed my arms. "Same." I've been stopped by a few people in person asking to smell or touch my feet; someone even stopped a group conversation to offered me $1k in cash while we were still in front of everyone for me to give him a footjob -it wasn't even the first time he asked either. I said 'no' every time, but I have learned that my feet are apparently very sexy. It's a shame, because I really hate wearing shoes, but now I have to cover my feet every where I go for safety. the real fantasy of Sindria's Prophet is getting to walk around publicly in flip flops/sandels without being propositioned over my feet //jk

Lyly looked over at Drakon. "It's a real shame he didn't stay a dragon. The scaly market is under served."

"Right???"

It was at that moment that the guests got to a question I wasn't ready to answer yet.

"If we're characters from a story, what rolls did we play?" "Oh! That's a good question." "We were clearly central characters in what we saw."

As long as they only theorized amongst themselves-

"Excuse me, Mori." Ja'far took on the roll of the polite diplomat. "What were our rolls in the story? And," I did not like where this was going, "how did the story end?"

Fuck

All eyes were on me. This was something I refused to tell them directly in my fanfic -for good reason! Besides, I still didn't know when in the story they were from.

"Hehehehe" Lyly giggled from next to me. "Yeah, Mori. Why do you tell them all about it?" They're face was a shit eating grin. "You're always talking to us about it, so it's not like you don't know." They were digging my grave for me!

But I had already planned for how to deal with this exact situation in countless daydreams. I turned to our guests with my best customer service smile. "Even better than me telling you, why don't you read it yourselves?" Was not going put myself at risk by defaming Sinbad in front of Ja'far -even if I was telling the truth.

Lyly cut in again, "Both anime cut short of the manga though." They watched me with a smile. "How are they going to read it? I'm not going to give them my phone, and I doubt the Sir (our father) will either." They looked at my shirt for some reason and then back up at me. "But I guess it wouldn't matter if they used one of your devices."

My phone and my computers were plastered with my Sinbad obsession. I couldn't hand those over. Even if I let them use my main PC while I was at work, my room was full of Sinbad figs. I had them strategically placed so that anywhere I looked from my desk I would see a Sinbad to give me a boost of dopamine. I would not let that conceded man know how much I liked him. This was fine though because I had also planned for this eventuality. "That's fine actually. I'll just make a separate login on my laptop and give them that. My account is passworded anyway."

Lyly just raised their eyebrows and didn't say anything as they admitted defeat.

"You know what?" I continued triumphantly. "I'll go do that now. Could you go prepare tea or something for them?"

"Yeah, okay."

Hopefully that would distract everyone for a while. My family were all strong advocates for tea. Between Lyly and me, we owned around 30 different types of tea. And Lyly was magical with food. If they made something specifically catered to each person then it could take nearly 30 minutes. That would be plenty of time for me to make and set up a second account. --- When I was 4 1/2 years old, we had to move because my mom's job changed locations. At that same time she was pregnant with my younger sibling, so we also moved into a bigger home. My parents were sold a house they couldn't afford the upkeep on, but they wouldn't understand that for several years. And because of the economy crashing, both of my parents losing their jobs, metal health problems, addiction, and pride: my parents out right denied the idea of selling the house they couldn't actually afford to live in. And so even with them pulling out of their retirement savings every few years, our roof has poorly patched holes, the siding and paint is chipping everywhere, and all of the windows have something wrong with them -to name some of the growing problems. No matter how far we fell out of the middle class they would not sacrifice the status symbols they fought tooth and nail in their 20's to obtain. However, a real middle class family doesn't need financial aid for basic needs like we do.

At least in instances like this, their stubbornness came in handy. This house has a few more rooms than the average. Both of my parents were hoarders (naturally and because we were too poor to get rid of anything); 7 years after my mom's death, we were still clearing out her things, and fighting my father from adding to the problem. Luckily, in the past few years we had managed to mostly clear out the 2 rooms that had once been a dining room(now "the back room"), and home office/computer room (now "the den"). It would be cramped, but we would be able to fit all 9 of our surprise guests. Both the living room and the den each have a sofa with a pullout queen mattress, and since my dad was a literal hoarder that wouldn't let us throw things out, we have another old queen mattress in our basement, and a king mattress blocking the coat closet. The two old mattresses could be laid on the floor in the back room next to the den. All 4 of those would be enough to fit 9 people ....even with Hina being a giant. I decided to leave the end decisions for who would sleep where to our guests. If they could run a country, they could figure out their sleeping arrangements on their own.

Our nine guests stayed huddled around the laptop to start reading their Fate while my family and I got to clearing places for them to sleep. Eventually, they got bored with reading their own lives and started asking more about our world instead. Lyly and I took turns answering, and setting them up with educational videos while we got back to work. Ja'far, Drakon, and Spartos took turns helping us move things, and setting things up. Hina offered to help, but he was holding the laptop so he was stuck. There's no way we would have gotten everything moved before sundown without their help.

Having a lot of mouths to feed and a low budget, meant we were going to have to go back to making a lot of soup, pasta, rice, and sleep for even more meals. We're Italian Americans so we already have a lot of pasta. My stomach can't handle that much pasta though, so I switched to rice, and I was not about to switch back. Once Sinbad & Co are able to get an income we'll be able to eat better. --- ~POV Generals~ With the night creeping up on them, they decided to wind down and go to bed. There was a lot they all had to process. Mori left her laptop with them so they could look stuff up in the middle of the night. Their hosts were also able to find clothes to lend to all of them ...except for Hina. They had one shirt that was close, but it was still too tight.

That just left them with final decisions on sleeping arrangements. Hina would only fit on the king sized bed, so that was one down. The biggest question is who would get the den. Out of all of the rooms they had seen, the den was obviously maintained that best. There were only two stacks of boxes tucked away in different corners. Two of the walls had bookshelves built into them and were full from floor to ceiling. There was a solid wood desk that was a little cluttered but still nice. The TV, table, and sofa on the other side of the desk were also well taken care of. With the wall of windows on the other side of the room from the door, this was easily the most comfortable room in the house, and was the best option of the choices of sleeping arrangements given to them. It was also the closet in the den where all of their metal vessels and other personal items were being stored.

Sinbad cleared his throat to get the attention of his Generals. "I think we should let Yam use this room -and Pisti if she wants to join her. It's the only spot with a closable door." He smiled at their confused faces.

Ja'far called his bluff, "Are you sure? We all figured you'd want the room to yourself."

Sin's expression softened. "I'm sure. Yam won't be in any condition to be around others for a while. This will give her the privacy she needs." Yam was having a crisis now that she suddenly had no access to Rukh or magic.

Ja'far was proud that Sin wasn't as selfish as he was in his youth. "That's a good point." Their King always made sure that they were taken care of. It's why they never regretted following him. "Then where do you want to sleep, Sin?"

He smiled, "I'll be fine," and looked back in the direction of their hosts, "I have a feeling I'll be sleeping very comfortably during our stay here."

A voice came in from the other room, "Alright, sleep well, Mori."

"That's my cue." Sinbad dashed into the living room at the sound of his target leaving.

Masrur verbalized what they all were thinking. "Womanizer of the Seven Seas."

As much as his Generals mocked him, they were also his most dedicated audience, so they weren't far behind. They missed whatever Sin's opening line had been but they arrived just in time to see him with an arm around Mori. The man works quickly alright.

However, his target looked more confused than charmed. "What are you doing?"

Sinbad was normally the type to back down the moment his target wasn't receptive to him, but there was no way he wasn't going to not sleep on a bed or with a beautiful companion when he had the opportunity. His smile continued to glitter. "I'm following directions."

Mori looked up at him even more confused. Her voice cracked as she made some sound to request an explanation.

The King laughed, glanced at her shirt and then back up at her. "That is me on your shirt, isn't it?"

Mori's expression went blank as she watched him for a few seconds. When his words finally registered in her head, she looked down at her shirt. Her expression twisted in horror and disgust "Oh, Fuck Me!" Her free hand smacked into her face in shame.

Sin laughed again before teasing, "That is what I'm hoping to do."

There was silence for a moment as the whole room registered just how blatant Sin's comment was. Mori uncovered her face and glared daggers up at the man who had one arm still wrapped around her. "You will not touch me or my younger sibling without explicit verbal permission ever again." Sinbad removed his hand and took as many steps backwards as he could. "And if you do, we will kick you out onto the street. There will be no second chances."

"Yes, ma'am."

And so Sinbad ended up sleeping on the other pull out mattress since it was closest to the bathroom.

((Now that I have it set up, the next will be the fun parts of the characters living with me irl :3 I'm still looking for suggestions. Not sure when I'll post it or if I'll post something else first.))

#adventures of simpbad #reverse isekai au #sinbad x oc #king sinbad #king sinbad x oc

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