#Gil was her bodyguard

[softquietsteadylove]

Hi, it's me (i'm the problem, it's me). Here's a prompt for a new au that I think you can do it justice 💃 Thena is the best onmyoji/jujutsu sorceress in the family and Gilgamesh is the giant entity that serves her, between them there's a connection that runs deeper than the contract that binds them together ✨✨💖 pls i wanna see them being badass and then some soft moments 👉👈

"Uh, so..." Kingo started and then stopped again. He had never been paired with this particular sorcerer for a mission before, but he knew who she was.

Thena, eldest daughter of a very renowned jujutsu sorceress clan. They had cursed energy that was so pure and so concentrated it was called Cosmic energy to some--glowed gold and everything. But aside from her weapons expertise, not a lot was known about her.

"Yes?"

Kingo shifted on his feet. "Do you think it's a special grade, like the rumours say? Or just a level 2 causing trouble?"

"Hm," she let out plainly, and it almost sounded like a chuckle. "I believe even a level 2 is enough to spook the people living in this area. If there is, in fact, a special grade apparition in the area, then I'm certain you and I can handle it."

Kingo nodded; it was a very concise way to wrap things up. So, not the chatty type. He pulled his hands out of his pockets, pulling his own cursed energy into his fingertips.

Thena pulled out the hilt of a sword from the sleeve of her dress. But it took no effort at all for her to create a blade of pure golden light. "Ready."

Kingo raised his hand, pointing his 'finger guns' into the air where he expected the cursed spirit to appear. He just wanted to get this mission done so he could go home.

They waited.

"Where is it?" he voiced aloud, mostly to fill the tense silence.

"Indeed," she agreed, her sword shifting shape from a long blade to a knife she could hold closer to her body. "I believed a level 2 would be eager for a kill."

"Maybe it is a special grade," he murmured as they started backing up. Ajak's deep blue veil was still cast over the area to keep anyone from poking around. "Let's regroup."

"What is it?"

Kingo looked over at his temporary partner. She was whispering over her shoulder--talking to herself? "Uh, T?"

"Something isn't right," she looked back at Kingo, as if she hadn't been talking to some imaginary devil on her shoulder. "I can't sense anything at all."

Now that she said it, she had a point. There was no cursed energy lingering in the air. Even the most basic curses would leave some impression on the area. But this was suspiciously quiet.

"I don't like it either."

Kingo frowned; she was whispering to herself again. He thought her and her whole family were supposed to be super cool jujutsu sorcerers, not nut jobs!

"Kingo!"

He had quick reflexes--he prided himself on them. But he wasn't even fully turned around when the blade of a spear extended past him. He fell forward, cursed energy spilling out from behind him. Oh yeah, this was totally a special grade apparition.

Thena pulled the spear back to herself and changed the shape of it again, her fingers running along the blade of her sword. "It's eaten a lot of people."

"Yuck," Kingo muttered, regarded the writhing mass of cursed energy, a swirling ball of curses with evidence of their once physical bodies still in it. It moved fast though.

Kingo took shots at it as it moved, but it was like a rat king, scurrying around quickly in a completely disgusting way. It scuttle around, avoiding his shots of cursed energy expertly. Even those that hit, only shot off small sections of the main body. He aimed at the small little 'rats' scurrying off the main body as they split off. "Ew, ew, ew!--this is by far the grossest spirit I've ever fought."

"I am inclined to agree." She was a woman of few words, huh?

Kingo ducked and rolled as the ratking spirit shot a few more extremities at them. He took a few more shots in return, but this was getting nowhere fast. He looked at his partner, who was more close range combat than he was. "Thena!"

She turned, barely catching the wave of rats behind her. It loomed over her, but the shadow cast over her wasn't from that.

Kingo skittered back as a massive shadow rose from within Thena's. A cursed apparition like he had never seen before appeared, looming over her and using a single hand to keep the enemy curse at bay. "What the-"

"Gilgamesh!"

The massive spirit materialised more, becoming that of a man, with dark eyes. He had regular hands, but in the same golden glow of Thena's energy, a massive bear paw appeared around his hand. And that was what held the curse at bay.

The curse could use cursed energy? Kingo ran closer, "what the hell is that?!"

"How dare..." the monstrous spirit growled as he held the curses around them at bay. He threw them back, still glowing with cursed energy within his control. "How dare you hurt Thena!"

Kingo ducked as the spirit threw the limb of the cursed spirit and by extension the main body. He looked at Thena, "uh, you brought backup, I see."

She looked at him briefly. "This is Gilgamesh."

That was not the explanation Kingo would have expected to get. But he nodded at the apparition towering over Thena's shoulder, who nodded at him in return. "Uh, hey."

The spirit looked at Thena, bending closer to her. Her hand came up to his cheek, her mouth hovering close to his as she whispered, "friend."

The one word was enough for her guardian spirit, who looked at Kingo again before redirecting his attention to the curse at hand. Kingo also turned back to their current problem. "I guess we'll have to do introductions later."

"Gil!" Thena barked, and the spirit over her shoulder grasped her by the waist before throwing her up in the air. Kingo didn't have time to be stunned before she was on top of the ratking spirit and had both her blades driven into it.

"Holy shit!"

Gilgamesh stormed over, still in the shape of a man but with golden glowing lines like elephant feet around his own. He impacted the ground as he ran at the monster, fists swinging. "Thena!"

What was this thing? Kingo took up the job of shooting at the extremities before they could scurry off and reform into another cursed spirit. "Keep it up you two!"

"Crush it!" Thena ordered from above, hacking and sawing with her blades of cursed energy.

Kingo wouldn't believe it was possible, but he watched as her guardian did just that, bringing his arms around the other being of cursed energy until it was no more. Kingo held up both his hands, shooting at anything that so much as moved. "There are too many!"

"Gil!"

He caught her first, because of course he would. Then he put a hand on her shoulder. He had his own supply of cursed energy, of course. Thena held out her palms, golden needles emerging from them. They all shot out at once, with no end in sight. However much cursed energy she had on her own, Gilgamesh obviously added to it exponentially.

Kingo ended up shielding his eyes by the time the massacre was over. He could understand why they called her the weapons expert; it was hard to create objects out of pure cursed energy. He walked over cautiously, "uh, good work...team?"

Gilgamesh leaned over Thena, pushing some hair away from her face and asking if she was okay even quieter than a whisper.

She smiled and nodded, leaning into his touch. He drifted even closer and she lifted onto her toes to tilt her head up and touch her lips to his cheek.

Kingo averted his eyes. He wasn't embarrassed per se, but he didn't think it was something he was supposed to witness.

"He was my guard."

He looked over, undeniably curious. "Wassat?"

Thena smiled at him, more relaxed now that the imminent danger was out of the way. Her hand remained cradled in the massive palm of her guardian. "He was my guard, once upon a time. When he died protecting me, I...I bound his spirit to mine."

Ohhhhh, he was a cursed apparition in the way a shrine guardian was bound to a temple. She had tied his soul to hers, tethered by their shared cursed energy to keep him with her. It was romantic, in a way (tragic, in another).

"Thena," the spirit rumbled, leaning over shoulder again and pressing his cheek to hers.

She smiled, nuzzling against him just as lovingly. "Gil."

She had a nickname for it?--him. Kingo put his hands back in his pockets as she gave her guardian angel another kiss before beginning the walk back to the edge of the veil. "Were you two...?"

Her smile turned a little sad as the veil began to fall away, revealing the rising sun. "Not in life, no."

But now, in death, it seemed their love was more unbound. There was something beautiful about that, even Kingo could see. He looked over at her massive shadow, where Gilgamesh was happy to float along behind her. Despite literally living in her shadow, they were holding hands.

Kingo chuckled, squinting as dawn reached them. He waved to Ajak, waiting for them. "Well, if I ever ask for a boost like you did today, I think I should get at least one per fight."

Thena just stared at him like he'd spit up a cursed spirit orb. But she laughed, even throwing her head back a little. Her hair caught the sun, practically glowing in its own way.

Gilgamesh smiled down at her, although he held up a hand to keep the sun from getting directly in her eyes. "Love your laugh."

"You're free to ask him," she even swiped a tear of laughter from her eye, "but it's not up to me if he agrees."

#Thenamesh AU #Thenamesh Jujutsu AU #highly recommend jujutsu kaisen for the animation #it's a little intense but damn beautiful #you may know it from some of the thirstiest tiktoks I have ever seen #and listen same #anyway #Gil was her bodyguard #a la Akaza from Demon Slayer if you dabble in that one too #he died protecting her and professed his love with his dying breath #he asked to stay close to her if there was indeed a god listening #but even better: the Goddess of War #Thena put her hand to his chest and said this contract in indefinite #their cursed energy is braided together #like an ourabouros there is no beginning or end #and Gil can socialise a little! #he likes Kingo #thinks he's funny #and he doesn't make Thena uncomfortable even better #Kingo gets pretty used to them #although he does sometimes tell Thena 'stop kissing your boyfriend and make him into a giant crab or something!' #they become a great team! #and Kingo thinks it's hilarious to watch people 'meet' Gilgamesh #I thought a lot about how to write this one #at one point Ikaris is taunting/flirting #Gil emerges like yOu SpEaK tO mY wIfE?!?!??

[yuna542]

[Masterlist]

🥊Bloodhounds🥊

•Bad Idea

Status: Finished

Pairing: Hong WooJin × Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst, Enemies with benefits to Lovers

Warnings: 18+, explicit Smut, under 18 DNI!, Fem!Reader, suggestive Themes, Swearing, pet names, oral (m & f receiving), hate sex, ANGST, overstimulation, thigh riding, jealousy

Summary: As Gunwoo's little sister he wanted you to finally meet his best friend. Unfortunately you don't get along. He gets on your nerves, you fight all the time and yet you can't stop messing with each other. One evening you get into a dangerous situation and end up bruised and bloody at his apartment. And again you ask yourself: Why do you feel so attracted to that idiot?

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•Unwanted Bodyguards

Status: Finished

Pairing: Hong WooJin|Kim GunWoo × Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Bodyguards x Reader

Warnings: Smut!, Under 18 DNI!, Swearing, Pet names, voyeurism, cum play, overstimulation, threesome, oral (f&m receiving), fingering, , masturbation, swearing, motions of violence and wounds

Summary: After a failed assassination attempt is made on you to harm your grandfather Mr Choi, he locks you up against your will for your safety. Even the incredible luxury villa with pool does not lift your spirits as you can no longer join forces with your sister against your grandfather's enemies. And to make matters worse, he also forces two ridiculously hot boxers on you who are supposed to keep an eye on you and protect you all the time. Soon the forced quarantine with the two young men turns out to be more exciting than you expected.

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•Car Ride

Status: Finished

Pairing: Im Jang-Do × ReaderlMyeong-Gils daugther

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol & Sex, Explicit Smut, Oral (m receiving), fingering, Daddy Kink, age difference, pet names, swearing, public sex

Summary: Im Jang-Do. The strategy management director of Smile Capital and right hand of Myeong-Gil has to do his job as a personal bodyguard for the daughter of his boss once again, as she ran away and pick her up at a party. But this night something is different.

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#fanfic #fanfiction #smut #Sky Yuna #bloodhounds #bloodhounds smut #bloodhounds fanfic #lee sang yi #hong woo jin #woo do hwan #kim geon woo #soo ho ha #im jang do #kdrama #bloodhoundskdrama #kdrama netflix #fluff #bodyguard

[zeloinator]

---- .. Ulla Ajla .. ----

Desert Hare; Orphaned at the young age of 3 Ulla and her brother, Davaajav, knew one thing; they could only rely on each other. Davaajav scrounged for every gil (or gil equivalent) to keep Ulla from dying as the droughts and wildfires began pushing more and more people into the now cramped oasis. Growing to the age of 13 in those outskirts of the desert capital the ever growing droughts and wildfires drove Ulla and Davaajav away from the only place they ever knew. During the long and arduous journey Davaajav was kidnapped by cultists of the great flame while out hunting, leaving the siblings separated until a fateful meeting near the end of their lives.

Army of One; Ulla, freshly on her own for the first time in her 12 years, struggled to care for herself to the point of being on death’s doorstep 3 times in the year following Davaajav’s disappearance. The shortages of everything only grew worse, and with it the chaos amongst those without the means to lock themselves and their family away, leaving Ulla to finally drag herself away from the walking corpse she saw herself as. It took a while to build muscle again, barely even able to stand when she first found her first rusty sword. The weight made her feel corporeal, real, and most importantly burning with life. Once walking became easier Ulla set her sights on the final of the 3 major cities left standing, Atlantis. The ocean bastion. 

Traveling alone to the western sea was not advised in the best of times, let alone in the time of the looming fire cataclysm, but that is the path Ulla chose. She had learned the tricks of survival in the once lush lands. Succulents native to the area had adapted to survive in the shade of mountains, one just had to be willing to climb to the alcoves they huddled in. That was how she survived, risking everything everyday to live. 

Her fighting style was the exact same way. The shield she carried became more of a blunt bashing weapon as her style blossomed. At just 15 was able to hold her own in a fight against several adults with just her sword and shield. Winning was not important, living was as close to winning as Ulla got during the 3 years it took to reach the quickly drying sea. As she set her eyes upon the sparkling ocean jewel that Atlantis was, the Echo hit her with the force of a chocobo.

At age 18, after 2 years of working as a hired bodyguard for Atlantis, Ulla met her brother again. He had become fully devoted to the Great Flame, an extraordinary black mage burning himself alive from inside out in their service.

The Doomed Protector; The Great Flame succeeded in the summoning of Ifrit, setting their final plans on the great volcanic island. The great volcano began its eruption as the strongest incarnation of Fire and Fury, Inferno Ifrit, touched the ground. This was Ulla was sent to, a single bastion of hope amongst the fires of hell. 

Inferno Ifrit managed to injure Ulla before it fell to her own fire. But she did not expect her next fight to be with her brother, the last remaining Great Flame. Davaajav pulled Ulla into a craterous cavern, down into the bowels of the volcano. With no energy left, and unable to bring herself to truly strike at her one familial relationship she had in the world. He does not afford her the same mercy, disarming Ulla as soon as he saw her doubt form an opening. She couldn't make herself speak, couldn't beg for her life to be spared by the only reason she survived as long as she did.

FIGHTING FIRE WITH FIRE...

. . . . . . ... ONLY EVER LEAVES AN ALL CONSUMING INFERNO

#oc; Ulla Ajla #doomed protector #ffxiv viera #ffxiv oc #oc lore

[boltlightning]

if not by touch

There is much about Cloud that reminds Aerith of another, but time brings familiarity, and with it, regard for what makes him so unique. ✦ or: aerith observes cloud throughout disc 1, and maybe falls in love a little. 2.5k+, one-shot

She sees him trotting down the street towards her beneath the lights of mako explosions above, wearing almost the same armor, toting almost the same model of sword. The swivel of his shoulders, the pace of his steps, the flash of mako eyes, even the way he stumbles and rights himself with ease — it’s enough to draw Aerith forward a few steps in anticipation. She pauses when she realizes his hair is pale and not black, when his shoulders are narrower and waist slimmer and face unfamiliar.

Aerith offers him a flower all the same. The not-stranger digs distractedly in his pocket and procures an obliging gil, pressing it into her hand. His gloved fingers linger against her palm before he snatches his hand back to his side. She tucks the flower in the strap of his sword holster, smiles, and bids him a good night.

Then later, later, they meet in the church, become bodyguard and ward, and leap from rooftop to rooftop to slip the Turks. In the peace they win from their unusual circumstances, Aerith watches Cloud (brazenly, noting his blush when he catches her wandering eye) and sees him. The light that Zack’s memory sheds is not so bright as to obscure the man who lingers so uncannily in his shadow. The mannerisms stop being comparisons, marks on an invisible scoreboard in a game with no winner, and start simply being.

(read here on ao3!)

#fuck it. we postin #final fantasy vii #final fantasy vii rebirth #cloud strife #aerith gainsborough #clerith #cloud x aerith #*fic #written between begging and pleading for my life in cactuar rush attempts

[goddessofroyalty]

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Can you believe it’s finally canon confirmed that the Shinra Infantry is Co-ed?

Anyway, if Cloud’s an omega he’s rooming with Tifa and Aerith when there's only 2 rooms available. They decide that for him. (And I'm starting to play around to re-remember how I write everyone's voices)

Tags: omegaverse

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“I’m very sorry,” the Innkeeper says, looking up at the group of them after closely checking over his records. “We only have two rooms available.”

Cloud winces at it because he knows he’s the reason two rooms would be a problem. It not considered appropriate for omega men to sleep in the same room as either men or women that aren’t their family or mate.

Even Shinra would always sleep them separately. Which often left Cloud rooming alone when out on missions. Something he would have been grateful for if not for feeling like he was being kept segregated from the rest.

At least once he made SOLDIER the separate room felt like a privilege not a punishment.

“That’s okay,” Aerith says.

Cloud expects her to say that he can share with Barret and Red XIII. It may be improper and dangerous in the eyes of most for an unmated alpha and omega to share a room even if they both are men but Cloud feels completely comfortable with the idea of sleeping in the same room as Barret. If the situation was really pressed he would be comfortable with the girls sleeping in the same room as well. He knows Barret would never even think of taking advantage of them.

Hell, Barret is always the most offended when people misinterpret their group as him being a very lucky alpha.

Arranging the rooms that way will save them some gil as well.

“Cloud can room with us,” Aerith continues in the exact opposite of what Cloud expected, grabbing hold of his arm and grinning up at him when he turns on her to argue.

“Wha-?” is all he actually manages to get out in protest.

“Uh – if you’re sure,” the Innkeeper says, looking awkwardly at them.

Would he have handled Cloud’s idea that he share a room with the alpha of their party instead better?

That thought doesn’t matter now as Tifa steps forward to grab hold of Cloud’s other arm. He has yet to figure out a way to escape when the two girls agree on an idea no matter how much he doesn’t want to take part.

“Yep, we’re sure,” Tifa informs the Innkeeper with a sharp nod. Her and Aerith’s grips feeling like shackles on Cloud’s arm.

“We’re all omegas anyway,” Aerith says. And Cloud knows she isn’t ignorant of the well-documented differences between omega men and women. She’s just choosing not to care in this instance.

He opens his mouth to try and protest the decision but only manages an Uh before Barret is slapping their gil onto the counter and the Innkeeper handing over the keys. The girls all-but frog-marching him up the stairs to the room they’ve decided is theirs. Barret’s laughter trailing after them.

“Don’t look so unhappy,” Aerith chastises, poking at the side of his face. “It’ll be fun – just us omegas.”

“You agreed to be our bodyguard remember,” Tifa says before Cloud can say anything. Not that Cloud understands how that fact has anything to do with the situation at hand. “Just think of it as part of that. Staying with us to keep us safe.”

That argument does make it marginally better.

“Fine.” He’s not going to change their mind anyway. Might as well stop wasting his energy fighting it.

The girls grin at each other around him before shoving him first into the hotel room.

Of course once they discover there’s only two beds they quickly decide he gets the couch.

#Final Fantasy VII #Cloud Strife #tifa lockhart #aerith gainsborough #Final Fantasy omegaverse #omegaverse #Final Fantasy #FFVII #I accidently a ficlet #Final Fantasy 7 #FF7

[viatagrinner]

Many of you write such interesting theories about Gilbert.

I want to participate too... (Lol, the route will be out in less than 24 hours.)

But my theories usually don't come true and I pay attention to unnecessary things.🤣😅

Here are some thoughts on Gilbert's route.

Childhood.

1. I don't get the feeling that Gilbert was born in the palace and lived there originally.

It seems to me that his situation is the same as Jin's. Lived somewhere far away until father found out/remembered he had a son. Perhaps Gil lived in an orphanage or a place with lots of kids. Maybe the foster parents had a lot of children.

Why?

He's good with kids (communicating with little Luke as well as the kids from the Christmas event), the kids trust him, he knows tricks, how to entertain the kids and how to communicate with them.

Yes it is manipulative, but a man who grew up in the cold and cruel court of the emperor could hardly have found common ground with such ease.

2. (I get a sense of deja vu, as if I read this in someone else's post a long time ago.)

He is not the emperor's son at all.

Gil is from a captured kingdom. And the emperor adopted him.

国王 - kokuou - king.

This title, for example, was used by Silvio's father.

"王" (ou) means "king".

But Obsidian is an empire.

皇帝 - That's what Gilbert calls his father.

皇子 - ouji - imperial prince.

But "王子" is used to describe Gilbert.

A traumatic accident.

The implication is that Gilbert used to be ordinary, perhaps somewhat like Emma in his kindness.

1. What happened to the prince? The answer in the "More Love with the Beast" event.

In "More Love with the Beast," Chapter 2, there was an episode when Gilbert saw a book with a "sinister black cover" in the bookstore where Emma worked. The girl does not know what country it is from, but it is written by a promising author.

The darkness of the imperial court was depicted in detail, a very realistic description of the darkness of the human heart.

But she liked the main character.

Gilbert was interested. (Even the heroine paid attention to it.)

What did she like about the character? She liked his unwavering conviction, and whatever intrigue he faces, he insists on his innocence.

Even in the face of great evil, the hero never gives up, sticks to his convictions.

Emma wants to emulate this hero. Gilbert remarks that this character is like a girl. "Honesty and purity." And he asks her never to change.

2. In the recent event, (The Prince is a bodyguard.)

I think we will meet this character again.

???: Listen, Gil. I'm on your side no matter what.

???: I promise. I won't leave you alone. So... okay?

It's a male.

Because he used 俺 - ore. For women, that's rude.

3. In Clavis' dramatic ending, Gilbert notes that he and the 3rd prince are similar.

Both don't trust people. People are tedious until they "break".

So, my guess:

It doesn't take a genius of deduction to figure out that the book describes the court of Obsidian.

А) The main character in this novel is Gilbert.

This man, who told Gilbert that he would be at his side, ended up betraying the prince.

From that moment on, Gil's behavior changed.

There used to be "honesty and purity" in him, but not anymore.

B) And you know, while I was writing, I remembered something else... Clavis' dramatic ending again. (Chapter 24)

Gilbert: People can be controlled by fear, and there's no fear more effective than love.

Perhaps the main character was this unknown man who promised not to leave the prince, but the fear of losing this man made Gilbert give up on him and everything good about himself.

Current Situation.

Again, thanks to the story of Clavis and a bit of Silvio, we know that there are two factions in Obsidian: the Imperial faction and Gilbert's faction.

The Imperial faction is brutal, corrupt, and "rotten".

The emperor and his men spare no one.

Again the story of Clavis, and again the Dramatic ending: Liden, the head of the area where Emma and Clavis ended up, was the Emperor's man brutally suppressing the resistance (I don't remember very well what he was killing people over).

Thoughts about what happens next.

1. Why is the prince in such a hurry? Maybe he found out that his father wants to go to war again with Rodolite, Benitoite, and Jade?

He doesn't want to let that happen. And he needs to take the throne. Why then is he hanging around in another country? He wants to get to know a future ally and then maybe an enemy.

2. It's not a violent game after all. It is unlikely to show or tell that Gilbert killed his father. More likely to send him off somewhere and take the throne (second CG.)

I think the art where we are shown a "gothic" Emma, and where Gilbert said that "bad guys don't care if they're loved or not" (sorry, I don't remember his exact words, and I'm too lazy to look) is the dramatic ending. The prince hasn't changed. He remains a sinner, will "repaint" the heroine in darker shades, but will be happy with her. Here he became an emperor, perhaps a slightly better version of his father.

3. The prince sometimes (though in events) calls himself a sinner, and he kills people very easily, but does not repent of it. Perhaps even for him, killing his father (even his adopted father) is a sin.

4. Does Gil have a second eye?

I wish... And a different color. 😍😅 But most likely the eye is lost. Perhaps it was a punishment from the emperor. Maybe it has something to do with that unknown man.

5. Yves & Gil

This is where I looked. Because I didn't really remember the plot.

The only thing I found.

Willow's mother was a princess (English version) and 王族 - Royalty (Japanese version).

What does that give us?

Imperial family - royalty

Difference between 皇族/王族.

皇族: Emperor's (天皇's) family

王族: King's family

Yves' mother may have been a member of the royal family of the fallen kingdom.

It is unlikely that Yves is the son of the emperor. But he could be related to Gil.

#I'm ready for everything to be wrong here. And ready for cringe attacks #But I would regret it if I didn't write my thoughts #Less than 12 hours left until the route's release... #It's so weird over a year we've known Gil but we've learned almost nothing about him 😀😆 #ikemen prince #ikemen ouji #ikepri #ikemen gilbert #gilbert von obsidian #ikemen prince gilbert #Via cringes #Via's thoughts

[vioisgoinginsane]

About gil's my hot bodyguard event

Me: i want gil's POV

Cybird: here

Me: ... I am even more confused now

Cybird: thanks

These two might as well be doing a comedie routine

... Do you wanna sit in my lap or what?! If I ignore him he comes over and almost sits in my lap!? THAT IS LITERALLY CAT BEHAVIOR LMAOAMNS{€=% I SHOULR DO THIS MORE OFTEN

WHY AM I - KAJSGWKKXHWUZKWKS sorry but this is the kinda thing thay would make me burry my face in my book

Gil: !?! (Did I make the bunny cry already!?)

Me: pff-... Haha...

Gil: you're... Laughing. What's so funny?

Me: *bumps him in the head with the book* if you keep that up too much, it'll give me a big head! :D

Gil: *pinches my cheek hard*

Me: bullying! Bullying!! This is bullying!!!!

AND STOP DOING THR STUFF I DO TO YOU IN MY HWAD IF I HAD A COIN FOR EVERY TIME I THOUGHT OF PINCHING HIS CHEEKS

Yanno there's so much stuff I could if he got so close (altho gil is never careless)....... Ya think i could tickle him? Does gil tickle? Don't tell me I wanna fond out for myself. I'm treating this as a scientifical experiment

Gil: you're supposed to say me

Me: sounds like you have jealousy issues, you should work on that.

Note to self: his breath iS cold, it's in the canon

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Gil: don't mind me, I I'll just be over here, you go on with hour girl talk

Me:.... That's called third wheeling, you know.

Louise: !!!!?! (HOW DOES SHE JUST SAY THAT TO HIM!?!?)

!?!?!!!??? Soooooo the only time you say my actual name is when I'm just about to hit the last drop?........ I think.... I might push my luck often than necessary if it's like that.

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Yanno, the plot of this was so predictable I wonder if I might as well had gil's pov from the beginning but anyways (I think there would be some power in "he's not fuckin wrong that people that will try to get to him through me will start approaching me, but I'll fuckin risk it anyways")

JOKES ON YOU, I'LL NEVER FORESAKE HUMANITY NEVER

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DID HE JUST SERIOUSLY CALL ME DELUSIONAL??!?!??!

... yanno what. I prefer to have a screw loose.

No but the thought that Gilbert of all people looks at me like "is she insane?" IS SENDING ME. WE GOT MUTUAL FELLING

Yall remember when he said "well i can't drive her mad if she's dead" and I was "LMAO YOU'RE IN FOR A RUDE AWAKENING NEWSFLASH BUDDY"

This situation is so f dire, people's lives are at stake and I'm still over here laughing my ass off. I think I got worse.

HEY!! (kinky)

I CAN'T FUCKIN FIND MY "i wonder what gil's route is gonna be like 💭" post BUT I FUCKIN SWEAR I SAID SOMETHING ABOUT "wanna see how gil reacts to genuine trust"

Gil: no matter where we are, you're gona have to kiss me.

Me: *insert flashback to all the tines I've said i wanna kiss gil* *turns to camere like in fleabag* you ever get what you asked for in the worst way possible?

K but just so you know it would be exactly like me to go the fuck on about how i wanna kiss someone only to chicken the f out when push came to shove, even if it wasn't a dubious situation like this

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*GASP* A FLASHBACK WE GOT A FLASHBAXK!!! NABXGAMXKSJJSOMOegkfiyageitaRAITAOTDTUSHDOHFHKCYKXYOFIYDTIDYODIYSTIDTJSTUSKHXHLFYKDYKDYIDJTSTIDYKSRUSRYQRYWTJSPUGCHLCGXHOFYOFIYSRUARUATJFKHDTJARYARYAYSTUWT7STIDOYD4UQRSKYDYIFCVJZGJXMVZHCADKGTSAITSRUDYIDRUAIYDITDTISTISTUA4W3YA46Y9FITAITSRUSTIDTATSUARIARUSOD6IYODOYDYOXHKFGIGXODITD5S5IZTYIDI

Im not normal about it now i just god bored of key smashing.

Baby 🥺 what happened??

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LMAO THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP SUCKER

THEY LITERALLY STARTED GOING ON CIRCLES ANS GIL'S LITERALLY LIKE "ugh. What a farce. Just save me."

I.

I.

I.

I ran out of photos.

OFC i bought the epilogue what do you expect???

#viogil propaganda #ikepri gilbert

[shatcey]

Ikemen Prince

Main routes

Luke

Clavis (unknown knight) Clavis (fight) Clavis (horn monster) Clavis (Gilbert)

Sariel (first ch) Sariel (sounds) Sariel (Clavis&Nokto) Sariel (prince)

Silvio (family thing) Silvio (drinks) Silvio (summer's breath) Silvio (siblings) Silvio (romantic ending)

Keith (Naive Yves) Keith (He cares)

Jin (Clavis on dramatic ending)

Gilbert (first prince) Gilbert (Yves?) Gilbert (Emperor) Gilbert (13ch) Gilbert (Gil and Chev) Gilbert (Walter) Gilbert (she did it) Gilbert (Aww) Gilbert (Black book) Gilbert (Licht) Gilbert (Sweet Chev)

Licht (thread)

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Events

Love Island

Christmas (Gilbert)

Once bitten, twice shy (Gil epilogue)

Love Me, Hate Me (Chev)

Prince's holiday (play outside) JP Prince's holiday (cooking team) JP

His loyal maid (Silvio epilogue)

My hot bodyguard (Gil) My hot bodyguard (Clavis)

Catch a bunny rabbit

Gilbert's Game (card)

Devour me whole (Yves)

Aphrodisiac (Keith... bully)

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Bond bonus story

Jin's type

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Birthdays

21/12 (Gilbert)

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News

Prince's holiday (jp) Add VA Silvio + Rio (jp) Add VA (Chev+Leon)

Gil's route announcement (Why?) Add VA (Licht+Nokto+Yves)

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Other

He's stalking me No princesses Lucky ticket (Yves) Poor?

Eye Liner (Keith) Spectacular view Description (Silvio) Jin's birthday card First prince (Gil) 3 events at the same time Voices on the loading screen Who are you Cyran Dollhouse

Her choice (ending d/r)

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🔝 Start page 🔝

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Monthly Rec Lists In 2024: New Year's Day

For the last four or five years my New Year's resolution has been to get fit but I keep not doing that so this year my resolution is one I know can complete: making rec lists! So for the first rec list of the year I'm reccing some fics I read for the first time in 2023! I've tagged the authors' Tumblr if I could find one, otherwise I've just linked their Ao3.

Regularly Scheduled Miracles by TheSingingHoneybee (@starshinemaiden)

The thing about soulmates when you are a royal is that you don't get to keep them. Wu's mother's was shipped to the Outer Ring. His father's, never spoken of. His great aunt's was imprisoned if you believe the rumors. Wu believes the rumors. And when Wu becomes Prince Wu, heir to the Earth Throne, over night, his chances of finding and keeping his soulmate drop to zero. But despite that, when a soulmark appears on his arm the very evening of meeting his new, hot, firebending bodyguard, Wu can't feel anything but joy. The thing about soulmarks when you have a job that frequently leaves you bruised to hell and back is that sometimes you don't notice them until days later and now you don't know who caused them to appear. And the thing about being Prince Wu's newest bodyguard is that Mako has met so many people in the last week that his soulmate could be half of Republic City. The other thing about being Prince Wu's newest bodyguard is that half of Mako doesn't want to think too hard about his soulmate might be because there is no way someone like him would get so lucky as to have the next Earth Monarch as a soulmate no matter how lofty Mako's taste in people runs.

Cruising for a Bruising by kalechipbuoy

Crozier makes Fitzjames cry and cry and cry. Eventually, they reach something like an understanding.

Warm Sun, Fine Jade by DummyDipl0d0cus

Lan Xichen’s hair is up in a simple bun, careless. It’s a change from his half-tied hair. It uncovers his shoulders and neck, and Wen Ning gets a sinking feeling that they look more delicate now than ever. “Please stay warm, and eat well,” Wen Ning adds softly. Lan Xichen doesn’t say anything, just bows his head. Wen Ning turns to leave after a few long moments, as much as he doesn’t want to. Then hears the quietest request. “It’s raining. Please stay until it’s over?” - How Wen Ning helps Lan Xichen heal, and how Lan Xichen does the same for Wen Ning.

The Severing of Webs by chlodobird (@chlodobird-creations)

After Jon kills the world, he travels back in time. Once there, he gets ready to change the future, to save his Assistants, and to watch as everyone learns to hate him again. Unfortunately, the tapes wrap around him like a fly caught in a Web—he can't move. He's trapped reliving the original timeline, stuck acting out his past actions like an actor rehearsing his lines. Sasha will die. Tim will die. Martin— (Jon screams inside his mind, and someone hears him. Fate is not as immutable as he fears.)

Chameleonic by recrudescence (@re-crudescence)

When River finally takes a fall, the result of an ill-conceived equation and a screwdriver on the cargo bay floor, Mal gives her a knowing look and totes her to the infirmary.

7 rings by butterflywings6

random people watching kanej be rich and in love <3

Look into the Mirror (Tell Me What You See) by Drag0nSt0rm (@sweetteaanddragons)

His best guess for what had happened was some kind of head injury, given that he recognized almost nothing and had no idea what was going on. With few clues to work with, he was either going to have to confess the truth or bluff frantically. Gil-Galad had never in his life decided to confess anything.

A Little Mishap by Asidian (@asidian)

When the dust clears – and it is a frightful amount of dust, all told – Astarion is marginally surprised to see that no one has been left a bloody smear on the cave floor. Really, he can't be blamed for assuming the worst. The boulder is the size of the tunnel, nearly, the sort of impending doom that ranks with gale-force winds and approaching dragons on the list of things that might inspire a man to pray to any gods kind enough to lend an ear. Astarion isn't that sort – any god who might have granted him a boon has had centuries of prayers they might have chosen to answer before this, after all – and yet here they stand, miraculously intact, as though some deity just so happened to have glanced their way at just this moment. Perhaps Wyll is a religious man.

Underwater by euromagpie

About him, the world swam in dizzying degrees, pulsated with the throb of the veins at his temples. Beneath him, his legs, protesting against the movement like a couple of libertines, had gone frustratingly jelly like, and Hodgson stumbled, a landsman at sea, and crashed into the wall opposite. The wood was so cool, and he sank his burning forehead against it gratefully, for once gladly accepting of the biting freeze that prowled the desolate landscape. Booted feet clomped past his door and he jerked his eyes open, not having realised he'd closed them. Christ alive, but he wanted to stay there - in fact, he'd love simply to crumble and wait out the end of his days in a tidy pile of gormless flesh and lazy bones right in this place. Above them, Terror's bell rang in the turn of the watch, and Hodgson realised his plans of embracing mortality would have to wait. He had things to do.

That's 'Cause I Got People With Me by Castlewood_Bard (@r1ver-6)

Mal has to be sure he knows his crew

Beyond the Reaches of a Long-lost Life by elvntari

Feanor is reembodied at long last and Elrond attempts to reconcile the image that he has of him in his mind with the image of the man standing before him.

Fever Dreaming by dramatispersonae

Gerry encounters a plot by a nascent avatar of the Corruption. It should be straightforward enough to deal with, especially considering his apparently ongoing… "alliance" with Michael. But when have things in his life actually been as simple as they appear?

The World Was Young by Drag0nst0rm (@sweetteaanddragons)

This was not what Maglor had expected when he retreated to his brother's stronghold.

A Taste of Home by Twice2Ennien

"It's good, right?" Koveyook grinned all the way to his eyes, watching John's matching expression. This was the feeling that had drawn his family to restaurants: the warmth, the radiating comfort of a good meal, shared. John made a satisfied sound in the back of his throat, nodding. He covered his mouth as though tempted to speak but thought better of it. Still chewing, he took hold of Koveyook's right wrist and squeezed his thanks instead.

Refiner's Fire by JediRobertHogan

The men knew Hogan looked after them—more than was typical of a commander and his crew. It was in the little things, the details of everyday life, yet sometimes it struck them in undeniable ways. They saw Colonel Hogan as more than a commanding officer, and knew, somehow, that he saw them differently too. - or - Four times Colonel Hogan took care of his men, and one time they took care of him.

Wanted: Dead and Alive by Astereae (@astereaes)

“Hey, I do I... Do I know you?” Danny asks, a hand coming up to brush something off Tim’s cheek. “No,” Tim says. “We haven’t met.” “Oh, no, I do.” Danny says, and he smiles, teeth white and sharp. “You’re that guy who rearranged my guts!” Rearranged his- Tim glances at the knotted scars on the boy’s abdomen. He can see the shine and shadow of haphazard stitches that weren’t meant to hold forever, that tore and healed over. His- This- “WHAT!?” Nightwing shouts, equal parts confused and delighted. Tim’s fucked. OR Danny Fenton's been in GIW captivity for 4 months. Tim Drake gets kidnapped by the GIW one Tuesday evening in May. Considering how many of the Bats and the Birds have died and come back to life, it was only a matter of time for some people interested in the afterlife to come poking around. The detectives can't seem to uncover any information about the mysterious white vans, however. And they keep losing the mysterious boy who seems to be the one person in Gotham to know anything at all.

Like Melting Ice by pointyshades (@oughtnots)

Francis Crozier dies. Turns out he can't even do that right.

You missed a spot by Lookingkindofdumb (@lookingkindofdumb)

It is just like Dean, Sam thinks, to befriend the man who has chased them across the US in hopes of bringing them home in cuffs. AU where Victor survives and decides to become a hunter. He doesn’t stick around with them for long but they bump into him on occasion.

A Shot's Distance by Blue_Sparkle (@asparklethatisblue)

After digging the bullet out of James Fitzjames’ ribs, Dr Stanley kept it as a memento. A man needs something to hold on to while quietly pining after a friend after all.

we know nothing (so we hope) by TolkienGirl (@thelonelybrilliance)

Sometimes, Neal wonders if Kate loves him. (Mostly, not in so many words.)

A Pavlovian Approach to Honesty by Stratisphyre

“Are you feeling compelled to tell us anything?” Lan Xichen asked. “Not precisely. It does feel nice. I hadn’t associated honesty with anything pleasant before now.” “I don’t think you’ll appreciate this in the morning,” Nie Mingjue muttered. “Do you want us to leave you be? Or gag you?” “I’m finding this entire affair curiously enjoyable, actually,” Meng Yao stated.

Now Sure As the Sun Will Cross the Sky by providing_leverage (@providing-leverage)

Dean Winchester wakes up in his car quietly, heart racing. He reaches for his stomach where the metal bar or pipe or whatever it was had been but there’s nothing but flannel and leather. Leather he’d long ago lost. He rubs the sleep from his eyes and digs a phone from one of the pockets of his Dad’s jacket. Flips it open to check the date. “Well shit.”

Zapped by unholygrass (orphaned)

Gavin Reed used to think androids couldn't feel pain. He's proven wrong. He may hate Connor's fucking guts, but he wouldn't wish this on anyone.

#monthly rec lists 2024 #fic rec #my recs #okay so theres some recency bias toward the terror #but i made sure to get at least one from every fandom i read in this year so it evens out alright #if you know the tumblr url of any author i havent @'ed please let me know and i'll add it! #all the fics in this post are complete but that wont always be the case #also i'm more than happy to give commentary on any of these recs if you want #just shoot me an ask #also there are like 20 recs here but this is a years worth of reading #the monthly lists will probably be more like 5

[cyansadness]

Long Live

meet our new generation of villains. now what do they have planned for auradon?

The Isle of the Lost is not a nice place. If rotting was a place, it would be the Isle of The Lost. Trash all over the streets, it always smelt of death and despair. Hell on Earth. Honestly, that might be an insult to hell itself. 

16 year old Olivia Legume-Faery sat on the top of a pile of crates as she watched the chaos in front of her with a cruel smile. Olivia was the eldest daughter of Maleficent and Gaston. Eldest as in she pushed her twin brother out of the way the day of their birth so she could be the first-born. Truly her mother’s daughter.

:readmore:

Speaking of brothers, Olivia’s twin brother, Richie Legume-Faery was standing near the pile of crates. He was doing what he does best. Flirting with the simple minded girl who ran the fruit stand. Really takes after his father.

Richie was flashing her his infamous smile and the girl was about two seconds from dropping her panties for him while the others raided the stand for any fruit that was the farthest from being completely rotten. 

Gil Hook, Edward or ‘Shy Guy’ Queen, and Pedro ‘Potato’ De Vil all grabbed as much fruit as they could as Cynthia Smee held open the burlap sack so they could toss in all the fruit. Nancy Tremaine sat on a crate below Olivia, sketching something on an old sketchbook Cynthia stole for her on Nancy’s last birthday.

The boys finished getting all the fruit into the sack as Shy Guy threw the sack over his shoulder. Olivia kicked Nancy’s shoulder and was met with a murderous glare. Olivia jerked her head towards where the others were getting ready to run. 

Nancy, still glaring at Olivia, shoved her book into a secret pocket in her jacket. The pair slowly walked behind the fruit seller as Olivia gave a signal to Richie to wrap his little game up.

Richie kissed the girl on the cheek with a promise to visit her again knowing that the next time she would see him, his tongue would be down another girl’s throat. The girl smiled as she turned to follow Richie as he started running towards the group. The girl’s expression turned from love sick to anger as she saw her fruit stand raided and everything that was too rotten left behind as the gang ran off, laughing hysterically. 

They were a proper gang, all seven of them running around, wrecking havoc and causing chaos. As they always do. The seven made their way to the main courtyard, their acts of terrorizing townspeople having garnered them an audience. Olivia spotted a small toddler in a red wagon, being dragged along by his mother. The toddler was holding a lollipop in his hand. Odd saying how candy isn’t usually in the scraps they get from Auradon. 

Olivia plucked the lollipop from his hand and held in triumphantly for the crowd to see. They all cheered and laughed loudly before the townspeople all scattered like rats at the sound of loud stomping. Olivia rolled her eyes before turning around to be faced with her mother’s bodyguards.

“Hi Mom.” Olivia said as Maleficent pushed her bodyguards out of the way. “Candy Olivia, really?” Maleficent’s voice dripped with disappointment. “It was from a toddler.” Olivia smiled at her mom, holding up. 

Maleficent’s fake pout changed into a cruel smirk. “That’s my girl.” Maleficent snatched the lollipop and spit on it. “Give it back to the thing.” Maleficent threw the candy to her bodyguard. 

“Must you ruin all my fun Mom?” Olivia whined. “Details, Olivia. I didn’t raise you to be a subpar villain.” Maleficent told her eldest. “The details make the difference between being you and being me.” Maleficent winked at her daughter who hid her hurt. 

“Now I have news.” Maleficent said loudly, addressing the others. “You seven have been chosen to attend a new school.” She paused for a dramatic effect. “In Auradon.” A wicked smirk adorned her lips.

The gang started groaning at the news before Olivia held her hand up to shut them up. “What?” Olivia asked, both shocked and pissed. “What Mom, what the hell are you talking about?” Richie questioned, going to stand next to his twin sister. 

“You all are going to Auradon you moron.” Maleficent snapped at her son, hitting him on the side of the head with her scepter. Richie glared as he held the side of his head in pain. 

“No, we aren’t Mom. I’m not going to go to school with god awful princesses.” Olivia said. “Yeah, same. I’m not stepping foot in some castle where I have to learn about manners or whatever. But I might go for the princesses” Richie told his mother. “Can you think with your brain and not your dick for once?” Olivia smacked her brother on the same side her mother hit.

“Can I stay back too? I don’t think Auradon would be too kind to people like me.” Cynthia said. They knew people didn’t think that there was anything else besides being a girl or a boy so maybe staying on the Isle was for the best.

“Someone told me that they have dogs in Auradon. My mom said that dogs were monsters from hell made to eat villain boys.” Potato said, his eyes wide and petrified. Gil snuck up behind him and grabbed him, making Potato jump before he hit Gil on the chest.

“Yeah Mom, not happening.” Olivia said, shrugging her shoulders. “My god pumpkin. You don’t see the big picture. But you will.” Maleficent told her daughter, an evil glint shining bright in her eyes.

Maleficent turned around and started walking towards her castle, calling for Olivia over her shoulder. Olivia tossed her head back as she went to follow her, the others trailing behind Olivia.

“You will go, you will find Fairy Godmother’s wand, and you will bring it back to me. Easy peasy.” Maleficent was in her throne, filing her nails. The gang looked at her with shocked faces. “You want us to do what?” Cynthia asked, trying to keep her jaw from falling onto the floor.

“My god, this isn’t impossible. You go to Auradon, you find that hag’s wand, you break us out, and we break out of this hellhole.” Maleficent said, flinging the nail file at Cynthia who ducked out of the way.

“Olivia, darling, come here.” Maleficent beckoned her oldest closer. Olivia went closer to her mom, the other dispersing to go to their parent. “You like tormenting innocent people and watching them suffer?” She asked Olivia. “I mean obviously.” Olivia nodded.

“Yes. Bring me the wand and you can make more people suffer than just those rats.” Maleficent smirked, jerking her head to the balcony that watched over the courtyard. “With that wand and my scepter, I will finally make that kingdom pay.” Maleficent scowled. 

“We’ll make them pay.” Lady Termaine reminded her as she criticized Nancy’s dirty nails. “Yeah yeah whatever.” Maleficent waved off the older woman before turning back to her own daughter. “And if you don’t, I have no issues locking you in a dungeon and throwing away the key.” Maleficent smiled. 

“What, Mom.” Olivia whined before Maleficent waved her hand to shut her up. Her eyes turned green as she stared Olivia down. Olivia’s eyes turned the same shade of bright green as she tried to sustain eye contact with her mom. The dull ache in the head became too much so Olivia broke contact first, looking away. “Fine, we'll do it.” Olivia said in defeat. “I win.” Maleficent celebrated. 

“I don’t know about Auradon. I need the extra set of hands at the salon. Even if those hands are filthy.” Lady Termaine said, barely looking at her granddaughter who sat in a chair next to her grandmother. “Yeah, Gil isn’t going either.” Captain Hook interjected. “Cynthia either. I don’t need them getting terrorized by Tick-Tock.” Mr. Smee shook his head in fear, making Cynthia roll their eyes. 

“Edward needs some fixing before I send him to find a good princess.” The Evil Queen said as she waved her hands around her son’s face, ignoring how Shy Guy cringed at the idea of marrying a princess. 

“I need Pedro home, I’d miss him too much.” Cruella said, smoothening some of his hair. “Really?” He asked, unsure of his mother’s affection. “Of course, who is going to do everything I need done?” Cruella said it like it was obvious, making Potato slump. “Maybe Auradon won’t be horrible.” Potato relented a little. “They have dogs in Auradon.” Cruella reminded her son. “Nope, not going.” Potato shook his head in fear. 

“What the hell is wrong with you people?” Maleficent shouted at the villains, standing up from her throne, grabbing Olivia and pushing her into a chair. “For years, I tried to figure out how to enact my revenge, our revenge.” Maleficent started her rant. 

“Revenge on Peter Pan and that horrible crocodile.” Maleficent pointed at Captain Hook and Mr. Smee. Hook started on his own rant but was calmed by Smee, Gil, and Cynthia. “Revenge on Cinderella and her Prince and her old bat of a godmother.” Maleficent pointed at Lady Termaine who seethed quietly. 

“Revenge on those stupid little dogs that got out of your hands.” Maleficent turned towards Cruella who Potato stopped her before she started talking. “Revenge on Snow White and her horrid dwarfs.” Maleficent walked towards the Evil Queen who whined. 

“Revenge over Belle and her wretched mongrel.” Maleficent looked at Gaston who slammed his fist on the table, making both Olivia and Richie jump. “And of course, I will finally get my revenge on little Aurora and her relentless prince.” Maleficent said, sitting on the Evil Queen’s lap.

“Villains.” Maleficent shouted, making them stand straighter. “The revolution has come.” She smirked before looking at the Evil Queen over her shoulder. “Give him the mirror EQ.” Maleficent ordered the Evil Queen. 

“You’re giving me your mirror?” Shy Guys asked a little unimpressed as his mother handed him a much smaller version of her mirror. “It’s not as fabulous as it used to be but it will help you find things.” The Evil Queen told her son. “Like a princess?” Shy Guy mumbled sarcastically.

“Like my first husband.” The Evil Queen joked. “Like the Fairy Godmother’s wand.” Maleficent reminded The Evil Queen. “I need it, where is it, my book.” Maleficent started muttering as The Evil Queen pointed towards the refrigerator that acted like a safe.

After messing with the handle for a second, Maleficent opened it and got her spellbook. The book was bound with brown leather and had a gold dragon on the front. The pages were yellowed from time and use and Maleficent looked at it with more love than she has for her two children.

“I remember using this to destroy entire kingdoms when I was your age. The good ole days. Now you can make your own memories.” Maleficent said fondly, yanking the book back when Olivia reaches for it. “By doing everything I tell you.” Maleficent warned. Olivia nodded before finally getting handed the book.

A car horn honked from outside. The driver was here to pick them up. Their stuff was already packed by their parents. Maleficent led Olivia away to talk on the balcony as the other parents started to say their own goodbyes.

“Who is the fairest of them all?” The Evil Queen asked her son. “You.” He answered simply. His mother praised him as she handed him his bag. “Just because you are going to Auradon doesn’t mean you should get all entitled. I raised you better than that.” Lady Tremaine told Nancy who was ignoring her grandmother as she slipped her sketchbook into her duffle bag.

“Now you two stay together and watch out for each other.” Mr. Smee told Cynthia and Gil as the families made their way to the courtyard. Both kids nodded, not really paying attention as Hook stayed quiet. Potato ran past them on the stairs as Cruella chased him.

“Now son, just remember what I told you and you’ll be fine.” Gaston told Richie as he stayed in his arm chair, no desire to see either of his children off. Richie nodded, waiting for Olivia to finish with their mom.

Maleficent and Olivia stood on the balcony, looking at the shiny castle in Auradon on the horizon. “The revolution is resting on your shoulders.” Maleficent rested one hand on Olivia’s shoulder and the other one grabbed Olivia’s chin as Maleficent turned her head roughly. 

“Don’t blow it.” Her mother’s tone was threatening as Olivia nodded. Maleficent let go and walked back into the castle. Olivia waited a second before following. Richie handed Olivia her bag as the twins walked downstairs.

Townspeople surrounded the shiny black limo as the other kids were seated, waiting for Olivia and Richie to arrive. When the twins arrived, they placed their bags in the trunk and Richie got into the limo. Olivia looked up at her mom who was back on the balcony. The pressure was on.

As soon as Olivia got in and shut the door, the limo took off. The interior was shiny and new. Two words you never hear on the Isle of The Lost. There were so many different kinds of candy that they have never even seen before. The boys and Cynthia immediately started to feast as Nancy and Olivia started talking.

That was until Cynthia looked through the windshield and saw them approaching the very broken bridge right outside of the end of the island. “Guys, it’s a trap.” They shouted as they got closer with no signs of stopping. The seven grabbed onto each other as they screamed in terror.

They broke past the barrier and instead of ending up in the ocean, they were on a gold bridge. They all looked around in confusion as they looked at the magic bridge. Olivia immediately turned around to talk to the driver.

“Hey, did that button open the barrier?” Olivia asked, pointing to the console. “No, this opens the magic barrier.” He said, holding up a silver remote. “And the button does this.” He said, clicking a button overhead that raised the divider between the driver and the kids.

“Asshole.” Olivia commented as she turned to face the front, her and the others impressed by the rudeness. “I like him.” Olivia smiled. The rest of the journey went by smoothly and soon they were passing by the Auradon Prep sign.

Oh boy, this should be good

yes, all the chapter titles will be inspired by taylor swift songs.

this chapter was supposed to be out earlier but i was writing until way too early and needed to proof read before it went out but here it is

jane and olivia finally meet in the next chapter!!!

#grease rise of the pink ladies #jane facciano #olivia valdovinos #grease: rise of the pink ladies #richie valdovinos #cynthia zdunowski #grease rise of the pink ladies fics #nancy nakagawa #rise of the pink ladies #faccivinos #hazel robertson #gil rizzo #potato rotpl #shy guy rotpl #susan st.clair #buddy aldridge

[joshuasumter]

Jim Hawkins, Dipper Pines, Alfredo Linguini: The Three Musketeers

SYNOPSIS: Based on Alexandra Dumas' classic musketeer tale and inspired by Disney's animated version from 2004, this crossover parody of The Three Musketeers reimagines the epic story full of romance and excitement...with a crossover cast and twist! Jim Hawkins, Dipper Pines, and Alfredo Linguini were three young small-village peasants from the deep French countryside who dreamed of one day ascending to Musketeerhood. But once they arrived in Paris, the boys find themselves taking jobs as janitors at the elite unit's headquarters. With their dreams still far away as ever and nowhere else to go, they accept. While Jim, Dipper, and Linguini were trying to work hard, their lives suddenly became ravaged with action, excitement, romance, and wits, resulting in being promoted from janitors to real Musketeers with their main, inaugural mission as bodyguards to Princess Melody and her lady-in-waiting, Pacifica Northwest. Along the way, romance blooms as Melody and Jim suddenly become smitten with each other when Melody decides to follow her heart than the royal traditions to find true love. But while Jim, Dipper, and Linguini were still getting the hang of being "Royal Musketeers", what they didn't know was that being hired as Musketeer bodyguards was exactly what the boorish and greedy captain of the Musketeers, Ratcliffe, wanted. He was only using them in his scheme to seize the throne and rule over all of France. But first, he needs to rid the kingdom of Princess Melody, who's standing in his way to the throne. Enter Lieutenant Colette Tatou and three Villain Kids - Uma, Harry, and Gil - who are helping Ratcliffe get the job done. But when Jim, Dipper, and Linguini discover Ratcliffe's plan, these new Three Musketeers must go from zero to hero as they bravely try to save Melody and Pacifica from the throne-taking Ratcliffe and (of course) his goons. They may not be big-time heroes at first, but these brothers-in-arms quickly learn that they can do anything...as long as they stick together. It's a crossover take on an animated version of a classic tale of The Three Musketeers with Jim Hawkins from Treasure Planet, Dipper Pines from Gravity Falls, and Linguini from Ratatouille starring in the titular roles; Melody from The Little Mermaid II: Return to the Sea and Pacifica Northwest from Gravity Falls as ingenues; and Governor Ratcliffe from Pocahontas, Uma, Harry, and Gil from Disney's Descendants, and even Colette Tatou from Ratatouille as (of course) villains! And who better to tell the story in style than the entertaining, mythical Muses - Calliope, Thalia, Clio, Melpomeme, and Terpsichore - from Hercules?

CAST:

Jim Hawkins (Treasure Planet) as Mickey Mouse

Dipper Pines (Gravity Falls) as Donald Duck

Alfredo Linguini (Ratatouille) as Goofy

Morph (Treasure Planet) as Pluto

Melody (The Little Mermaid II: Return to the Sea) as Princess Minnie Mouse

Pacifica Northwest (Gravity Falls) as Lady Daisy Duck

Governor Ratcliffe (Pocahontas) as Captain Pete

Colette Tatou (Ratatouille) as Lieutenant Clarabelle Cow

Uma, Harry, and Gil (Disney's Descendants) as The Beagle Boys

The Muses - Calliope, Thalia, Clio, Melpomeme, and Terpsichore (Hercules) as Troubadour

#mickey donald goofy the three musketeers #disney crossover #jim hawkins #jim treasure planet #little mermaid melody #melody little mermaid #jim hawkins and melody #jim x melody #jim and melody #gravity falls #dipper x pacifica #dipifica #ratatouille #alfredo linguini #colette tatou #disney descendants #descendants disney #uma descendants

[softquietsteadylove]

Would you continue something for the president one? Maybe Gil protecting her against someone who is very angry during a meeting and is about to attack her but he intervenes very fast and powerful?

"I believe the treaty is fine as it stands."

"I believe it requires amendments."

They hadn't made all that much progress since those two mission statements, unfortunately. They had been in this meeting upwards of an hour and everything, but with no real progress to speak of. Thena maintained that they needed a new agreement according to her new term and policies.

Kro was of the mind that the treaty - already tenuous and reluctant - was fine as it was.

"Perhaps we should reconvene," Gil suggested from the side, keeping Thena's schedule in his hand. He had a few notes he'd taken, but more than that, he had his eyes on Thena.

She was tired, the stress of their meeting weighing on her, the worry of what to report to the press, even just the fact that Kro gave her the creeps on a personal level. She was obviously on edge.

"What amendments would be made?" Kro asked, all but ignoring Gil and his attempt at intervention.

"Amendments which would prevent the repetition of my, " she blinked, "predecessor. Amendments which I believe would better protect both our peoples."

Kro was unmoved by her attempt at convincing him to amend. "Madame President, I do not know if this is the kind of agreement into which you would like to enter."

Thena glanced at Gil. They knew that Kro and Ikaris had made some sort of arrangement. That was most likely the real reason behind his reluctance to make changes. It would seal any cracks he was currently using to his advantage.

"My assistant is correct, we should reconvene," Thena declared. They would have to look at things from an investigative standpoint before continuing. She stood.

"Oh, we're done, are we?"

Gil bristled, uncomfortable with the tone that was being used with Thena, but stood his ground. He held out his hand for her to join him, "our meeting time has already gone over, sir. The President has other obligations."

Thena's hand drifted to Gil's subconsciously. Kro rose from his chair in the same second, extending a hand from an arm that looked longer than anticipated. She barely blinked.

"I don't believe I dismissed you."

Gil moved between them, his security training kicking in. He grasped Kro's wrist, twisting it and forcing it back to the table. He used his other hand to grab the elbow, pressing it in the wrong direction. "Don't!"

Kro snarled at him, and his own security reacted from the back of the room as well. "Let go of me!"

"Do not attempt to touch the president," Gil repeated, although it was equal instinct for him to tell the bastard not to touch his girlfriend.

"Stand down!" Kro's security ordered, their weapons already held and pointed.

Gil didn't look up from holding Kro down. He wasn't wearing a vest - because this was a diplomatic meeting - but he was at least in front of Thena. He looked at Kro, growling up at him like a caged animal. "Call them off."

"Gil," Thena whispered behind him. She snuck her hand up the back of his suit jacket to tug at his shirt from behind.

Kro held up his other hand to signal his security to stand down. "Excuse me--a reflex from my days in service."

Gil released the diplomatic leader, stepping back and straightening his suit. "Excuse me--my reflexes are the same."

The two men looked at one another, fully understanding that both statements were at least partial lies. But Kro sank back to the far wall of the room, his security slipping their weapons away. "We will have to revisit the treaty at a later date, ma'am."

"Indeed," Thena answered evenly, although she hadn't moved, even amidst all the commotion. She kept herself poised properly as Kro was led from the room.

Gil looked back at her as the door closed. Thena was tough, even for being the president. But he saw the extra pallor in her cheeks. "You okay?"

Thena looked around the room. It was just her and Gil. She moved forward, pressing her face in his chest, "never a dull moment."

Gil chuckled, rubbing her back as she let herself relax against him. "I guess you could say that."

Thena sighed, intaking his scent, "I knew you had it under control."

"Can't let the foreign bodies get handsy with you, sweetheart," he smiled, enjoying Thena's brief moment of being touchy-feely. "You sure you're okay?"

"I never liked him," she sighed, wilting against him even more. "I should have known he and Ikaris had some kind of underhanded deal laid out between them."

It was suspected that Ikaris had made his escape through Kro's protected territory.

"No use worrying about it now," Gil attempted to reason, still rubbing her back. "We'll have Druig look into some stuff, then we can come back and negotiate better."

"That does make sense," she conceded, turning her cheek against his shirt. "And I'm exhausted after all his blathering."

"Sorry love," he kissed the top of her head, "you have two more meetings today."

Thena pressed her face into his chest again just to let out a pained groan.

"I know," he kissed her hair again, "but I managed to squeeze in some lunch for you."

Thena tilted her head up at him, leaning up on the toes of her sensible heels, "what would I do without you?"

Gil sighed into the brief but luxurious kiss. "That's my line, hon. Now, let's get outta here, hm?

"Let's," she agreed, slipping her hand into his more properly. It was a courteous hold, perfectly appropriate for helping the president about her daily duties. And it was one of the few small luxuries they could afford as a couple. "What's on the menu?"

"There are a couple options, but how would you feel about a sandwich from that place you like?" Gil helped her into her coat, catching the way her eyes sparkled at the notion. "And a cup of soup?"

She sighed anew at the promise of a cup of tomato basil and a hot grilled cheese. He liked to tease her for being the president and also having very basic tastebuds.

But every night they had in the house together, he would make her fresh tomato soup and a sourdough grilled cheese if she asked.

#Thenamesh President AU #Gilgamesh is still technically an experienced bodyguard #and he said don't you dare #if Kro had so much as touched Thena's shoulder #Gil is gonna be there to lay down the law #Thena likes it when he gets like that #secretly #reminds her of the days when he was was her personal bodyguard #before her job sucked this much #they use the excuse that it's for security #for him to hold her hand and rush her to the car #or in and out of buildings #pretty much everyone on staff is like #uh...is this normal? #and Sersi and Druig and Phastos are just like oh my god just don't look #Kingo trying to direct a press conference: we will not address the hand holding at this time

[yuna542]

Masterlist

Car Ride

Pairing: Im Jang-Do × Reader|Myeong-Gils daugther

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol & Sex, Explicit Smut, Oral (m receiving), fingering, Daddy Kink, age difference, pet names, swearing, public sex

Summary: Im Jang-Do. The strategy management director of Smile Capital and right hand of Myeong-Gil has to do his job as a personal bodyguard for the daughter of his boss once again, as she ran away and pick her up at a party. But this night something is different...

Note: Yes he‘s a villain, and yes he’s hot. So don’t blame me… Have fun with this OS and tell me if you liked it <3

"Such a pain in the ass," you muttered, though loud enough for the ex-cop behind the wheel to hear. Through the rearview mirror, you could see him raise an eyebrow, eyes fixed on the road as you sped down Soul at a hundred miles an hour.

"You know very well that your father doesn't like to see you partying wildly and indulging in pleasure..."

His deep voice literally vibrated off the walls of the black SUV. He had chosen his private car for this assignment. It was swanky, shiny, suited him.

You crossed your arms and looked out the window:

"I'm not that drunk."

He smirked and looked at your long crossed legs through the mirror, disappearing endlessly behind the seats under the black minidress.

"Oh yeah? I got you out of there just in time. You were standing on a table getting undressed."

A snort was the only response. You just wanted a night out, to clear your head and get away from all the stress your father put on you every day. He wanted you to take over Smile Capital one day, taught you all the disciplines. In addition to economics, credit business and proper behavior, there was also how to hold a gun, manipulate or intimidate people to your advantage.

You were almost an adult, still a teenager at heart. You longed for freedom, fun and passion. Jang-Do could understand that. However, you were always going overboard. When you entered a room, all eyes were on you, one or the other gasped in awe, others just stared with envy. You were intelligent, beautiful, with attentive eyes and a body that would drive any man out of his mind. He couldn't help but notice your cleavage tonight, as the dress seductively revealed a glint of your breasts. Your waist narrow, your curves soft, plush, thick. It would never occur to him to touch his boss's daughter. After all, you were so young and he had become your nanny by now. He liked to talk himself into working as a bodyguard and yet it was he who picked you up from excessive parties or criminal events. If your father knew half of what he had seen, he would be more than incensed.

Even though you'd had a long night, the car smelled like sweet honey laced with rose water since you got in, in addition to its pungent aftershave.

"It was just getting fun, you have to barge in like my babysitter and ruin everything," you opined, bobbing your foot slightly with the red highheel shimmering on your foot in the car's blue LED light.

"Better call me your bodyguard.... It's less humiliating."

You smirked and returned his gaze over the mirror for the first time that evening. Your lips gleamed from the lip gloss you'd just applied and one eyebrow lifted in amusement.

"Did you wake up because of me?" you asked, noticing his rumpled shirt, only half buttoned, and messy hair that was usually neatly styled. Others would have felt guilty, might have apologized. You just smiled, as if pleased by that fact.

"Couldn't sleep anyway," he grumbled, quickly averting his eyes as he lost track of the road for a second, caught in your eyes. That was the truth. The call from Myeong-Gil had reached him just as he was tossing and turning in bed, desperate for sleep. His boss had informed him that his only daughter, a hothead, barely tamable, much like her father, had gone off on her own. He had found your bed empty. You had once again gotten out of the window to escape the gaze of the guards Myeong-Gil had hired to keep an eye on you. But this was a job that had to be handled with discretion. Therefore, Jang-Do was given the job once again. He already suspected that you had gone to one of the three bars you preferred, and he was asked to pick you up and bring you back.

Annoyed, he slipped into his clothes, took his car keys and went to the bars. He found what he was looking for in the second one.

A bar called Pink Flamingo. He was just through the door when he spotted your long legs on the bar. All around you full of people cheering you on as you danced, drank shots and singing along loudly. The way you drew attention to yourself, enjoying it and playing with the attentiveness of the men below made him pause for a moment and watch you. Your bright laughter cut through the sweat-soaked air like a glistening light. The way you moved your hips to the beat of the music, letting your hands roam over your stomach, your sides, your breasts. He had been entranced until one of the young men who were far too normal, far too inferior to even breathe in your presence:

"Strip!"

Directly others joined in. Both girls and boys. All charmed by you and your charisma. He couldn't help but think of the old tales of sirens and nymphs who made people run smiling to their doom with just the blink of an eye or a smile.

Until now, he thought you were a pretty but headstrong girl who hadn't seen much and knew even less. But now that you were sitting in his back seat, your eyes fixed on the colorful lights of Soul, he could see a certain wisdom in you.

Before you could pull your dress up further, he had closed his hand around your ankle and looked up at you warningly. It had taken you a while to recognize your father's right hand and strategy management director of Smile Capital through the fog caused by the alcohol.

"Get down! Now!" his voice was calm, cutting, and as deep as the ocean.

The sharp jawline, the high cheekbones, the deep black eyes radiated a masculinity that made you bite your lower lip. No one, really no one dared to speak to you like that. Because of your name, your father, or your appearance.

Most trembled at your presence, despite your age. Not Jang-Do. He'd always been untouchable to your charm. At least, that's how it seemed.

Always grim-faced, he did not respond to your attempts at flirtation, nor did he succumb to your looks.

Not even there when you smiled, sat down on the bar, and pulled his hand into your lap.

"Jang-do! Why don't you come and have a drink with me?"

Unimpressed, he stared at you while the people around you eyed you curiously. Your hand was small and soft in his big strong ones.

"We're leaving. Now!" he ordered, pulling you on from the bar. You resisted, trying to fight off his hands as he pushed you through the people.

"Stop it! If you don't let go of me, I'll have you fired!" you hissed, but he only snorted what sounded very much like a laugh.

Even if you had the power, you would never do it. Jang-Do has been a confidant for too long, and there were few of those among your kind.

Outside, in front of the club, you successfully refused to go any further, clinging to a lantern. Sighing, he massaged his temples as you stubbornly glared at him:

"You can't do this! Leave me alone already!"

He shoved his hands into his pockets and watched you cling to the lantern like a drowning woman. It almost looked cute.

"I can't and you know it. Now come on and save us both some time."

You drew your eyebrows together and pushed your lower lip forward. Pouting, you slowly disengaged your arms from the lantern, careful, as if one wrong move could set off a shot. Jang-Do raised his eyebrows in anticipation, recognizing the flash of an idea in your eyes before you could run. Squealing, he caught you and threw you over his shoulder. Cursing, you drummed on his broad shoulders as he carried you to his huge car in front of everyone who turned to look at you. His fingers were tight on your thighs and with a red face you noticed how your dress was riding up. At the car he opened the back door, lowered you and finally you got in. But not before giving him the middle finger in the face.

"Fuck you," you whispered, tugging your dress back into place.

There was actually a smile on his lips as he slammed the door behind you and climbed into the driver's seat.

After you sighed emphatically the third time, he exhaled audibly and looked in the mirror:

"What?"

You looked at his hands, veins trailing over them, like a ripened leaf.

"I'm hungry."

His index finger tapped up and down on the steering wheel until he finally said:

"Burger?"

With a satisfied smile, you nodded quickly and he caught himself smiling too as you looked out the window again, appeased.

At a fast food joint, he pulled up. The stars shone in the cloudy sky. It was a mild night, with balmy breezes swirling the dust on the streets.

You ordered a whole menu. Burgers, fries, coke with lots of ice. The alcohol and the dancing had made you hungry. He himself took a ginger beer and paid for everything.

He drove you to the Han River so the people in the parking lot couldn't keep staring at you. The girl in the Louis Vuitton dress, with the Chanel heels, and her big muscular protector in the Gucci shirt looked strangely out of place in a cheap fast food restaurant.

He parked the car under a bridge and you sat down in the open trunk overlooking the water. It was quiet, cooler than right in the city, and he watched you kick off your heels, put them behind you, and devour your menu with dangling feet.

Right now you didn't look like the daughter of an influential loan shark and brutal gangster. You looked like a pretty girl, just coming of age, happy to have a burger and full of energy. He wondered if you only showed yourself like that around him. You were always perfect in front of the others. You never flinched. Eloquent and above it all. Even in front of your father, you never seemed relaxed or like yourself.

"Jang-do?"

He startled up from his thoughts, noticing that you had finished eating and were just sipping your drink.

"Huh?"

"If you weren't here.... Where would you like to be?" you asked, looking at him with so much curiosity in your eyes that his breath caught.

Your thighs brushed his and he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt as he answered:

"You mean if I didn't have to babysit you?" he asked and you lifted your gaze from his muscular forearms.

"Bodyguard."

He laughed. It was a strange sound, and yet you wanted to hear it again. You leaned against his shoulder teasingly.

"You know what I mean."

He ran his hand through his hair, looking at your silver necklace with a crescent moon on it. You'd gotten it from your mother one day. Just before she died. Since then, he had never seen you without it. It lay on your skin like liquid silver and he resisted the urge to touch the place where it touched your collarbone.

"I've heard Hawaii is beautiful," he said, and you smiled. Immediately, images of raffia skirts and hula dancers popped into your head.

"And you? If you didn't have to take over Smile Capital? What would you do?" he asked, his interest making your cheeks blush a little.

"I'd like to dance."

He frowned in wonder, feeling your body lean against his, warm and soft.

"Dancing, really?" he asked incredulously.

You felt directly silly. You had never told anyone about your hobby. Since childhood, you loved to dance. From ballet to hip-hop and standard dances, you had done it all.

"Yes. Anywhere. On stages, in the theater, or teaching it to others. It doesn't matter."

You expected him to laugh at you. Make fun of you, or even be disgusted. Instead, he looked out at the river, the way the city lights shimmered on the surface like jewelry.

"It suits you."

The smile widened and he thought he had never seen anything more beautiful. Now it made sense to him why you went out partying so often. There you could dance regardless of your surroundings, let off steam without the fear of being stopped by your father. Or of being dragged out by his right hand.

But that was his job and the life you were born into.

That's when his eyes fell on the time on his phone and he stood up. Almost in a panic, you looked up at him.

"I really should take you home now."

"Please don't!" it escaped you and he closed his eyes for a moment, building up all his resistance against your big pleading eyes.

"Why don't you just want to go back?" he asked, rummaging in his back pocket for the car keys.

"I hate it there. Always the same. I'm trapped, never free to do what I want," you said, realizing you were finally being honest for once.

"And yet I have to take you back."

You stood up and just as he had the car keys in his hand, you sped forward and got a hold of them. Quickly you ran around the car, afraid he might grab you again.

But he stopped, looked at you blankly and tilted his head slightly.

"What are you doing?"

You raised the key in the air and jingled it playfully.

"If you want them, you'll have to get past me first."

You grinned wildly and he laughed throatily again. Glancing at the ground, he kicked a rock away and looked back up at you.

"You don't want to do that."

You continued around the car, to the passenger side, wiggling your eyebrows defiantly.

"You don't know what I want!"

Actually, he hadn't gotten up to play catch with a rebellious girl, and yet he felt the need to bend you over his hood to see if you still had such a big mouth with his handprint on your ass. Slowly he walked around the car, keeping you in his eyes like a lynx on the lookout. Your heart leapt with excitement and before you could react, he chased you around the car. Squealing, you tried to escape, but he reached you at the hood at the latest, grabbed your wrist and pressed you against the cold metal.

You hid the key behind your back and withstood his penetrating eye contact. Defiantly you jutted your chin at him, even as his eyes roamed over your face, scrutinizing your lips, and you realized how close he was to you. His chest was pressed against yours, his hip against yours, and he pushed one knee between your legs to get to the key.

Only when his lips hovered right in front of yours did he seem to realize what had just happened. You thought he would back away, turn away and scowl. Instead, you felt his hot breath bounce against your lips and his hand find its way to your hip. He was older. Much older and yet the gleam in his eyes was young, his broad shoulders agile and his desire real. Your body heat made him increasingly lose his mind, and he whispered in a voice so low it made you shiver:

"What are you doing?"

Your eyes wandered up and down until you gently placed your free hand against his chest.

"What are you doing?" you repeated his question, barely more than a breath.

"I want my key!"

"Uh-huh."

You slowly took out the hand with the key, but right now you could only pay attention to his firm chest, his attractive face hovering in front of yours, and his tart masculine smell.

The hood was pressed tighter and tighter against your butt and he made no effort to put distance between you. Gradually, pure fire rose in his eyes and desire slammed its claws into you.

"You can have them," you whispered, unable to speak louder.

Your hand with the key hovered next to his shoulder, but he was no longer interested. Instead, he pulled your chin closer and your lips collided. The key fell onto the hood with a click as he grabbed you by the hips, lifted you onto it, and stepped between your legs. Your hands flew into his hair, pulling at it as your lips collided hard.

It was a fireworks display of passion, lust and desire. Pure heat gripped you and you hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt, touching his abs, sighing into his mouth as he cupped your breasts, kneading them until you felt dizzy. Your legs were wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer

Desperately, he bit your lower lip until you opened your mouth a little. He let his tongue slip in and played with yours. His dominance made you melt like butter in his hands. His lips found their way down your neck, sucking on the crook of your neck as he pushed the straps of your dress off your shoulders.

"Shit... Jang-Do," you gasped, overwhelmed by the sudden excitement that gathered red-hot between your legs.

Your father would kill you both with his own hands. Jang-Do slowly and agonizingly, that was clear to him, and yet the idea that he was taking something that belonged to his boss fired him.

He pushed your dress down until your breasts sprang free and watched you for a moment. The cold air on your heated skin made you shiver. At your hips, the dress had ridden up so far that you sat with your bare ass on the cool hood. A red thong soaked between your legs.

"Such pretty tits... A shame I'm only seeing them now," he purred, and you gasped softly as he twirled your nipples between his fingers. Then he clasped a sensitive bud and sucked on it until you fell backward, clinging to his neck to stay even halfway upright.

He worked the soft flesh of your breasts with his mouth and kneaded the other breast until you felt dizzy and impatiently pressed your middle against his crotch.

"Jang-Do please!" you sighed, clawing into his chest. You could feel how hard he was. Even through the fabric of his pants.

"Please what? Use your words baby girl," he murmured in your ear, pulling lightly on your hair to press his mouth against your throat.

"Please fuck me. Please!"

You would have been embarrassed by the pleading otherwise, but right now, with him touching you in a way that made your body melt before him, you didn't care.

"Who would have thought? The little princess is a little whore...begging to be fucked by me," he murmured, stroking his fingers through your wet folds. Pressing his thumb on your clit, he murmured:

"Don't you think you should start by apologizing for making me work overtime tonight because of you?"

His eyes gleamed like those of a predator on the prowl. His jaw twitched and you would have done anything at that moment. He enjoyed the fact that the tough, untouchable girl looked pleadingly small with her big eyes, almost tearing up under his touch.

Quickly you nodded, gasping as he put more pressure directly on your clit and that's when he slid his index and middle fingers into your mouth. Greedily you sucked on it, circling it with your tongue as you would suck his dick and he grumbled:

"Fuck... You're way too sexy for your age."

Satisfied, you took his fingers all the way down your throat and bobbed your head until his pants were so tight it hurt.

"On your knees, princess!" he commanded, just as he commanded his employees, but with a hint of softness in his voice that immediately made you sink to the ground.

The sight made him tense as you knelt on your knees before him, tits out, lips plush and red, eyes sparkling with arousal.

He opened his pants, pushed them down along with his boxers, and sighed in relief when his hard dick finally sprung free.

You got wide-eyed, trembling at the size and doubting you could take it.

He took it in his hand, stroked himself a few times before saying with a slight grin:

"Suck my dick and maybe I'll consider fucking you senseless."

You put a hand around his base and first licked the bit of precum off his tip before licking the length of his massive dick once. He watched stunned as you wrapped your lips around his tip and began to move your head evenly. Each time you took him deeper until you were quietly gagging. The warmth and wetness of your mouth made him gasp and he buried one hand in your hair. The other landed on the hood with a loud clap as he guided your head to thrust deep into your throat. You couldn't breathe, his length teasing the back of your throat. Tears welled up in your eyes as his speed increased and he thrust ruthlessly into your mouth. The little sinful noises you made, the choking, the whimpering only turned him on more until he fucked your mouth roughly, hand tugging your hair and he gasped deeply breathless.

"So good for me... Taking my cock like a slut. Fuck," he murmured, and you pressed your thighs together to soothe the moist heat a bit.

Your throat ached, as did your knees from the gravel floor, and yet there was this insatiable arousal. His curses became throatier and heavier as he was about to cum. He thrust deep into your throat a few more times until your nose bumped against the soft fuzz on his lower belly and you gagged with narrowed eyes.

Then he came and his hot cum shot into your mouth, leaving you gasping and struggling for breath as you swallowed it all.

He pulled his still rock hard dick out of your mouth with a plop and the corners of his mouth twitched as saliva and his cum made your lips glisten.

With his thumb he brushed away a few remnants and hummed animatedly as you licked them from his finger.

He offered you a hand and helped you back to your feet, where he gently brushed the sweaty hair from your forehead and removed the smeared makeup from under your eyes with his hands. The sudden caring was a strange contrast after he had just abused your face so violently.

But the heat between your legs was by now so unbearable that you whimpered softly.

He noticed how you rubbed your legs together, smiled knowingly and kissed your lips lovingly.

"For sucking my cock that well, you should be rewarded..."

Happily, you pressed against him and nodded.

"Do you want to be rewarded, baby girl?" he asked, running his thumb over your nipple.

"Yes, Daddy."

The words came over your lips without you knowing how he would react. Surprised, he raised his eyebrows and with satisfaction you felt his dick twitching uneasily against your belly. He liked the nickname.

"Don't worry, Daddy will take care of your pretty little pussy," he growled and everything inside you cried out in anticipation.

That's when he spun you around, pressing you fast and hard onto the hood so that your hands banged loudly on it. Until your butt was raised and he pushed your legs apart with one foot so he had a better view of the wet spot between them.

"You think you can take my big cock? Have you ever had one this big?" he asked, hungry and full of desire as he pulled your panties down until he finally had a view of your shiny hole. Rattling your breath, you propped yourself up on the car and shook your head.

"Never. Never been fucked by such a big cock."

He nodded slowly, stroking his fingers through your folds, gathering your wetness until you gasped desperately. Then, without warning, he pushed two fingers into you from behind, began pumping them inside you, curling them so they hit your sweet spot each time. Gasping, you tried to see straight, but his long fingers were too good, too deep, for you to even think clearly.

"Fuck you're tight. I think I might be gonna break you..." he murmured, but sounded like he was looking forward to it.

You couldn't take it any longer, reaching your hips out for him to finally fill you up. You needed his dick as the air to breathe, which is why you breathlessly said:

"Please break me, Daddy! Ruin me! Have it your way."

He laughed softly, pumping his fingers inside you a few more times until you rolled your eyes with a moan. Then he put his tip to your entrance, teasing you by running it through your lips, and murmured:

"If that's what the princess wants, I can hardly refuse her wish."

Your head went blank as he sunk into you. Your body cracked in half and your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he stretched you, painfully widening your walls while groaning loudly.

Your knees went weak, but he held you so tightly at the waist that you couldn't fall.

As he slowly pulled out again, and slammed into you again tears welled up in your eyes, and from your throat only ticked off sounds escaped you.

"You're crushing me.... Fuck..." he gasped, throbbing deep inside you.

"So... so big..." you moaned, and as he began thrusting fast inside you, the curses and words became an incomprehensible high-pitched mixture of sounds. Soon the pain mixed with pleasure and the night air was filled with the slap of his hips against your ass and the wet sound of your aching cunt coupled with your naughty noises and his muffled moans. Your cunt swallowed his length deeper and he never wanted to sink into another pussy again. Yours was made for him. Your body arched under him, your breasts pressed tightly against the hood of his car and his fingers so tight on your hips that imprints would be left by his hands. He thrust into you faster, harder, enjoying how your walls welcomed him and you crumbled beneath him.

Curses escaped him as you moaned his name like a mantra between the pornographic noises.

The coil in your belly ruptured with a loud pop and a wave of white pleasure swept you along. Your orgasm rolled over you like a tsunami wave, leaving you world fading and your body trembling.

Jang-Do cursed between clenched teeth as you nearly crushed him and after a few deep thrusts that made you see stars he came inside you too.

He extended his climax by thrusting sloppy into your sore pussy a few more times and then pulled his dick out of you. Strings of his white hot load pulled out of your cunt as it ran down your thigh and you remained motionless on the hood. Fucked out and cockdrunk. Your thoughts only returned in shreds. Control of your body only much later. You heard him zipping your pants and looking at his handiwork.

"So pretty... Filled up with my cum," he murmured, catching what leaked out of you with his fingers to push it back into your hole.

You moaned and your fingernails clawed into the hood as he finger fucked his cum back into your cunt.

"We don't want to waste anything," he murmured, then helped you put on your panties and dress.

You still couldn't say anything, your head was buzzing too much and your body was completely wrecked. He helped you into the car. This time into the passenger seat and only when he sat next to you, slipping the key into the ignition, did you look at him. Your makeup was ruined, as was your hair, but Jang-Do could never look away. He had never seen anything more beautiful than your swollen lips, your tear stained cheeks, and the feathery expression from the orgasm that reverberated across your face.

"My dad will kill you if he finds out."

Your voice still sounded brittle, your throat felt sore.

He let the engine rev and pulled back onto the road.

"Then I hope he won't find out. But that's your decision."

His gaze was on the road, his handsome mouth contorted contentedly into a smirk. He placed his fate in your hands, just as you had revealed your soul and body to him. In doing so, he proved that he did not take it lightly. It had meaning. And he would pay with his life if it depended on it.

You nodded slowly and leaned back in your seat. The streets were empty so late and your eyelids grew heavy.

The silence was comfortable and you reached for his hand that lay loosely between you. Surprised, he gave you a quick glance as you placed it on your thigh, but then he closed his fingers around your soft flesh.

He accompanied you to your front door and gave you a curt nod before turning to leave, but you held him back by the arm. Questioning, he turned back to you and saw you smiling warmly.

With your hands firmly on his chest, you kissed him. It was more the promise of a kiss. Your soft lips feather light on his, barely a second before you pulled back and opened the door. Before you could disappear inside, your eyes met and your cheeks grew hot again.

"See you tomorrow," he said goodbye, memorizing every detail once more before the door would slam shut.

The line of your shoulders, the shape of your cupids bows, the shape of your legs under the hem of your dress.

Tomorrow you would meet again and today would never have happened. This was important to both of your survival and yet it didn't feel final.

"See you tomorrow," you murmured. Your voice sweet as caramel. He nodded curtly, turned, and before he could walk the long stone path to the mansion's exit, you stopped him once more:

"Jang-Do?"

He turned to you again, as he had so many times before.

"Huh?"

You leaned your temple against the door and said:

"Turn your cell phone on loud tomorrow night. You might have to work overtime again."

The corners of his mouth lifted slowly and he walked backward a few steps, a knowing gleam in his eye. Respectfully, he tilted his head and you thought you could really get used to the sincere smile.

"Understood."

You waited until he was out of sight and the engine of his car died away somewhere in the distance. Then you pulled the door shut, freezing as you felt the cool tiles beneath the soles of your feet.

A giggle escaped you in the darkness of the hallway as you realized you had left your shoes in Jang-Do's trunk.

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© Sky-yuna — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

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[seamayweed]

I am super interested and really looking forward to your bloodhounds fic!

Would you be ok sharing a bit about the plot?

ahhh thank you for the interest and sending me this ask!! *flails* Honestly speaking, there isn’t much of a plot yet /o\

I just thought what if Myeong-gil didn’t let Gun-woo go so easily in the beginning, not letting him pay back the money as part of some twisted cat and mouse game; he wants Gun-woo to eventually come crawling on his knees begging to work for him. Also what if Gun-woo felt guilty about tipping Yang Jae-myeong off to the fact that he’s being tailed etc. and decided to take responsibility for it by working for Myeong-gil? (Woo-jin ofc tags along because like hell he's going to let this kid jump into the shark tank alone!) The rest would be power and mind games between them as Myeong-gil tries to break him, but also rewards him for choosing to work for him after all. There is bound to be plenty of friction since Gun-woo isn’t willing to work as a real bloodhound or hurt other people, though he might be willing to work as Myeong-gil’s bodyguard. Aside from the power struggles, Myeong-gil would treat Gun-woo really well too as one of his own; he’d make sure no one would touch him or his mother ever again. Maybe he’d make similar promises along the lines of what Mr. Choi promised Gun-woo in canon too: saying he’d give Gun-woo his own private boxing studio and buy his mom a new café, no rent for life. I can see him wining and dining him as well, buying him that rib eye Gun-woo always wants to eat! He’d be fascinated and infatuated by Gun-woo, treat him as an equal for the most part, and Gun-woo would be curious about him in his own way too. He wouldn’t be immune to being treated so well and like something special either, and as Myeong-gil confides in him more and more, seeming to trust him and show him more of his vulnerable side, revealing tidbits of his past, Gun-woo would start to care for him too. Maybe even fall for him. He’d start to feel conflicted, torn between the family he found with Hyeon-ju, Mr. Choi and the others - and Myeong-gil (not to mention that their morals are never going to align)… The hardest part is trying to figure out a way for all of this not to end in complete tragedy!

Here’s a snippet from chapter one (it’s growing longer and longer like the scar convo lol):

Warnings: mention of alcoholism and past domestic violence, description of blood and gore

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He’s wringing his hands again; a habit from his mother. He learned it from watching her. She always did it when she was nervous and Father came home wrapped in an ozone-sharp cloud of alcohol and anger. It’s why he doesn’t drink, why he’s deathly afraid of even tasting a lick of liquor, aside from it being part of his strict diet as a boxer. He rubs and rubs his knuckles until the skin is raw. He does that a lot nowadays.

It’s easy to sink down to his knees and beg, easier than it would have been before, he thinks. 

Before the back-breaking weight of one hundred million won, larger than any debt they’d ever had before and which he would have never been able to pay no matter how many part-time jobs he did; before his mom’s café was smashed to bits and pieces by those thugs and they dared to touch her, his mom, his poor, innocent mom who has never done anything wrong or hurt anyone, who has only ever been hurt, slamming her head down on the table and putting that familiar look of fear in her eyes the way he’d never let anyone do again after Father; before that smiling bastard walked into the store and into their lives, forever etching that horrible, nightmarish night into his face and his mind.

He hates it. He hates how there are two parts of his life now: a before, and after Kim Myeong-gil.

When Hyeon-ju sighs, suggesting that he go to her harabeoji and ask him to lend more money to him since Smile Capital didn’t let him pay back the loan, demanding more instead, the way those bloodsuckers always do, he only shakes his head.

“I don't want to bother Mr. Choi again or take advantage of his kindness. He’s already helped me and my mom plenty, more than enough… and it’s not money that the boss of Smile Capital wants.”

“Then what does he want from you?”

He thinks about how the man leaned down to lap at the open gash on his cheek, warm tongue gliding over raw nerve endings and open flaps of skin while he was barely conscious, eyes open but wild and unseeing, in shock and finely trembling all over, fingers twitching against the ground like the legs of a dying spider.

He hasn’t told Woo-jin, one of the few things he hasn’t told his hyung about, something like shame twisting in his stomach, hot and acid-sour and writhing; serpentine and many-legged and velvety-soft, like the inside of a mouth or the edge of a bruise-purple almost gangrene-black coat sliding over his split knuckles. The way he leaned into it, and into that mouth, because it was the only part of him that wasn’t hurting; that wasn’t sheer, pure, mindless agony.

His lips tremble and he doesn’t answer, unable to.

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Tagging @highflyerwings & @bobafvcks, in case you two are interested!

#godot #asks #ty bb! #bloodhounds #kim gun woo #kim myeong gil #myeonggun #seamayweed fic #seamayweed stuff #sorry this reply kinda ended up really incoherent and rambly lol #meant to finish at least the scar gifset or convo but unfortunately i was away this whole weekend #really wish i wasn't such a slow giffer/writer but at least the worst of the stress is over and i should have more time now!

[fair-fae]

LFRP - Faye Covington - Crystal DC

Hello! I am a long time FFXIV RPer looking for more RP for my main, Faye Covington (though I have a slew of alts we can have some fun with, as well), a noblewoman and mage hailing from the Twelveswood where she runs a teahouse which doubles as a front for an information brokering business. Feel free to check out her carrd above for full details! Ideally, I’d like to delve into the more exciting things–drama, mystery, intrigue, tension, conflict, combat, adventure, horror, DMed events, dark and mature stuff, storydriven RP and the like! Maybe even some romance later down the line if things click that way. I definitely also enjoy casual, social, slice-of-life, and tavern RP, but I expect that will fall into place along the way!

I am looking for…

In Game RP - I enjoy Discord RP sometimes, but I’d like to do some RP in game and establish a rapport for our characters there first! Long Term RP - I would like to RP with people who actively play the game and can create an ongoing story where we RP together every so often rather than one-and-done scenes. Para RP - My post length ranges from semi-para to multi-para usually. I would love to RP with folks who enjoy writing so I can flex my muscles a little! Lore Friendliness - I do enjoy FFXIV’s setting and how respecting it makes for a more cohesive story. So I don’t like breaking or disregarding the lore! But I do like to suspend disbelief a little and explore the bounds of what’s possible in this fantasy setting and have fun with things. If some lore bending or “unusual” characters aren’t your thing, please know all my characters have their oddities.

Hooks NEW! Bodyguard Wanted - With her previous one out of the job, Faye is looking for a new bodyguard(s). Playing a tough type who wouldn't mind some gil for putting up with a sassy noblewoman? Here's your opportunity for some RP fun, including getting dragged along for various RP events and storylines, if you're interested. Information Broker - Does your character have any reason to hire an information broker or private detective? Need to move your storyline along? Want to form a business partnership… or rivalry? Did someone hire Faye to investigate your character? Or perhaps it was your character who was already sold out to an enemy and they want their revenge? Kindred Spirits - Is your character a fellow from the upper crust? Gridanian? Businessperson? Tea aficionado? Mage? Ties to the Garlean Empire? Or the Void? Will it lead to a friendship or partnership? Or frenemies, rivals, or enemies? Socialite - Faye likes to make her existence known and go out and about. Need someone to attend (non ERP/night club) RP events with you? I am glad to! Anything Else - I am down for any suggestions. If there is a role in your story that needs filled, let me know. If anything in Faye’s carrd piques your interest, including for a pre-established connection, run it by me! If you’re writing a personal storyline for your character and they need some friends, I’m along for the ride. If there’s a reason you think Faye might hire your character for something in their expertise, just let me know! Faye can interact with pretty much any character, and depending on circumstances can play the hero or the villain, or anywhere between, so please toss your ideas at me! ??? - Do you like vampires? What? Why do I ask? No reason, really…

Please message me if you’re interested! Discord: Destiny (Faye)#8463

#ffxiv #ffxiv rp #balmung rp #ffxiv lfrp #crystal data center #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #ff14 #lfrp #crystal dc #faye covington #carrd #faye #covington

[captainkurosolaire]

Profile ~ Sinbad the Young

☼ Roots ☼

話 "Never again, will I fail her or anyone." 話 - Full Name: Van Gah'd Sinbad - Namesday: 4th Astral Moon of the 7th Sun - Blood Type: B - Patron Sign: Byergot, The Builder. - Gender: Male - Nationality: Ala Mhigan - Age: 22 Summers - Height: 6 Fulms 9 Ilms - Weight: 289 Ponze - Build: Bodybuilder Muscular, Defined. - Voice: ~ (Ref) - Debut Chapter: Parley of the Oceans - Ancestry: Orphaned - Race: Highlander - Clan: City-Born - Crew Role: Second Mate

✯ Core✯

- Alignment: Story-Dependent - Sexuality: Hetero - Marital Status: Engaged - (10) - Personality Traits: Aggressive, Imposing, Dominant, Straight-Edge, Tough, Blockhead, Egotistical, Fighter, Champion, Macho. - (0-6) - Most Potent Qualities: Soldier, Bodyguard, Fighter, Tough, Young, Caring. - Quirks: Hard-shell softest interior. Cannot refuse cute animals. He'll practically melt when alone with an animal. He's a soft-heart when away from others. One of those people who wear sunglasses indoors. If you get through the density, that is not just the overcompensating body, but stubborn mind as well. You'll have a valuable-endearing friend who'll listen to any plight and beat-up any problem you've got. Is a straight-up soldier dog. He's wearing unusual shoes always, that are so painfully-deterring from his outfit or attire. Instead of combat-boots, he'll wear rain-boots. - Weaknesses: Like most alpha-believed man, the moment things go array, they crumble harder than any other. Feeling completely vulnerable and useless. One duty failed is worth thousands. He puts himself on a pedestal pressured, not just by his society, but all. He cannot afford to appear weak by any sense. He must be an example; a cut above. Internally he's soft like jelly with his true-friends, and animals or critters. - Appearance: Meat upon meat, burly and masculine and chiseled by granite putting the Twelve to shame. Sinbad carries himself in high-regard, otherwise it'd be piss-poor reflection to his lass. Often cologne with the most top of the line, highest-quality. Clean with the right rugged-edges and groom, he atypically sports-shades to give off that 'big deal' touch. Carrying himself like a Legend in the Making in presentation. An absolute-total-package and unit. To thrive in this sea-world, he's still got to be more and command an even more vast presence. - Scars: The Brand of Y. - Tattoos: None. - Piercings: None. - Primary Residence: Worldly Finder - Wealth: Has piles of troves and claimed multiple from other low-rate pirates, but a great sum. - Achievements: Is Undefeated against rival Pirate Captains in parleys. Defeating even his longest idol and current Captain, he watched in the stands take on a Noble of Ishgard and cried seeing that Order's Shield can be broken, an orphan teen grew up into a man that day from inspiration. The Youngest Pirate in history to survive Six-Layers of Hell and be victorious even unconsciously. Sinbad stands for everything all other kinsman don't. Self-controlled, Disciplined. He's Straight-Edge. Doesn't have any vices, bad indulgences. Is set on paving his own path. To become the next role-model of the seas. Has a work-relationship with sponsorships from Aethertap (All Natural Purified Water) to Gruff & Rough (Razor company) - Influence: Has an admirable wanted bounty for 27,000,000 Gil actively at an early-age. Hence has attained the title "The Young" Lifetime-highest-ranking in the 5 Star HVSTC/SN Top 1000 Wanted List, #485 / D Rank. - 5 Foods: Meat, Meat, Meat, Meat, Icecream. - 5 Drinks: Meatshake, Chocolate, Banana, Water, Aethertap - Profession: Rigging, Boatswain, Lifting, Hauling, Dueling, Wrestling, Brawling, Pit-fighting, Street-Fighting. Fencing, Delinquency, Mercenary. Thievery. Plundering. Pillaging, Diplomatic. Breaking Necks, Changing Lives, Lifting Weights. Bodybuilding, Skirmishes. - Hobbies: Animal Fundraising, Kennel Caretaker, Wildlife Rescuing, Making Stuffies. Kid Toymaker, Building Miniature-Replicas. - Experiences: Brawling. Wrestling. Rigging, Fencing, Ship Pillaging, Plundering, Battling, Parley, Skirmishes, Fighting. - Favorite Color: None - Language: Eorzean Fluent - Prior Mentors: Self-Made.

❤ Relations❤

Crewmate’s Dream & Loyalty Mission: Avenge his woman's pride alongside himself, survive the impending bloodiest War. Dismantle, conqueror, burn down the entire Nation of Omonga. Relationship w/ Captain: (OOC Commentary) Sinbad idolizes the grizzly-older Seeker sharing their scrapper backgrounds. Dedication to spit and spew against what's ethical, to stand unconventionally and stand up for not just yourself but hoist loudly your freedom's flag. He held no mentor, or parental guidance to teach him how to be a man. But by just looking at the Sun. He was inspired and basked and came into his own. It started with that littlest bit of confidence. Then... The Sun dissipated, lost and thought gone forever when needed. Hurt and abandoned there is nothing like a scorned-fan, they go from the greatest admirer; to the most venomous hater. He lashed and antagonized when it peaked the glimpse of resurfaced. How dare that Sun hide masked behind the shadow's cloud! A claimed victory became his own he crushed that incomplete Sun. Yet he too was incomplete, unsatisfied, not dazzling or burning and felt truly high in the orbit, lacking experience at being the victorious, the moment you are held-high, you're merely the ultimate target to the giant's who were meant to eclipse the skies, those which; tower and stand above all lifeforms. ☝ Allies - (Major Supporters / Family / Friends) Unlimited Stoneworks Trade Captain: Biological Brother who's was slain by Klethera who was more wicked, cowardly. He distanced himself from that. Mendi Flowers: His Fiance Wild Crew ☟ Antagonists - (Rivals - Enemies) YORE & The Bloodbrand Mount: N/A Pets: Several fostered-puppies and wolves, all nursed back from neglect or injuries by himself.

❀ Prowess❀

Job: Underground Boss

"Sinbad's" Move-Set

Self-Explanatory: Punch, Kick, Gouge, Groin Hits, Elbow Strikes. Judo Throw: Uses an opponent's momentum against them. Guillotine Choke: Why did you let him get that close? Rear Naked Choke: There's no referee. Sumo: Becomes nearly unmovable in stance. Powder-Keg Punch: A strong-arm punch that feels like you were in-proximity of an explosion. Wrestling: Pins his opponent's or disarms them, controls the battle. Brawling: Stands his ground, and just one, two, combo's, until the other person isn't moving. Heavy-Grappling: Throws his opponent's around like they're trash bags; which they typically are. Adrenaline-Fighting: Classical when is busted-open, fights with no qualms of most injuries until it's too late. Tough Skin: Many equate Sinbad's skin to be like that of a shark especially when his muscles are tensed. Enhancer: Sinbad fortifies his muscles and manipulate the testosterone with his aether, becoming an unnatural monstrosity with zero-regard of proportions, hellbent to crush, doing so will mess with his nerves, joints, increase his risk of heart attacks. Afterwards his muscles and body deflate severely gaining more flab, suffering body tremors. Everything that has to be physically reconditioned. This requires an insane work-ethic, dedication an utter-drive. At any reason he were to lose that mental-resolve, fortitude, he'd begin suffering. Therefore Sinbad even if wheel-chair bound will curl a dumb-bell and push limits, lifting away his problems and slam down protein. Proficiency: Revolvers, Shotguns, Hand to Hand, Grappling. Signature: Hulking Tackle: Charges at his opponent with full-velocity, and sheer power, to absolutely break his opponents in half. Typically breaks their spine on contact, or knocks them into a new timezone from their concussion. ~ Finishers ~ Limit Break: N/A

⚝ Equipment ⚝

Main Arms: Bare Fist' Giving Dem Hands. Person's Container: Brass Knuckles, Small-Wrist-Rope, Gil Sack (15k) Switch-Knife, Luxurious Watch, Shades, Eye-patch, Bubble-gum. Athletic-tape.

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