capitanMindfang

became soft wooo

путь к успеху для бешеной псины - чтоб девушки решили что ты ИХ бешеная псина

JUST HAD A VISON!! bottom dom Wemmbu and top sub Jaden, like just imagine Wemmbu riding Jaden telling him he feels so good and that hes doing such a good job on letting him use his dick, and Jaden is just laying there holding onto their hips begging to cum.

Jaden 'll do everything everything Wemmbu wants, everything he needs, everything he asks, literaly:

I beg to serve, your wish is my law

Instead the name whispered in every tavern, murmured in every bar is Jadenman. King of the Pirates. The man who managed to gather together a civilisation of the most anarchist, ruthless and free players to ever step foot on the server and convince them serve under one banner

What it means is that even as glamorously decorated and brightly coloured as Wemmbu normally is by Jadens side he's practically invisible. All eyes are on the Pirate King, where he'll go next, what he's planning to do. Nobody will even spare a glance at the demon next him, deemed unimportant in face of such greatness

yet the people he dislikes end up as his friends or help him in some way. (Jaron, Spoke, Theo kinda, Minute, Flame, Jaden, Boosfer, Fanst and Baablu kinda, Yungy, ect)

(yes there are some people on both lists)

The only exceptions to this that I can think of are Eggchan, Rejoice, and Linnwyrm.

A fleeting sense of normality.

Lineart beloowww

more from this au.

Just Curze narrating his early experiences being adopted instead of living as a feral child.

Valaria Raskovnic, a blank, is the head of the Raskovnic caravan. Most know her as a prickly old woman who keeps everyone on line through sheer force of her "terrible aura", but when the scrawny street kid her granddaughter dragged home wakes up crying out from terrible nightmares (his visions) she quickly scoops him up in her arms and sings an old lullaby to calm his nerves.

Vulkan and his top men getting up mid meeting to check up on momma, congratulate her, and for Vulkan to bless the child and give them a name:

It's something they just don't think about. They're made for war and politics, nothing more. The only "touch" they "need", is the occasional helping hand.

But then you show up with your soft everything, and all of that goes out the window.

The first time you caress their face, they start shaking a little, suddenly very unsure how to even breathe. Their hearts beat a million times a minute, and they are reminded of their very much working anatomy (if you catch my meaning).

They melt into you, aching for more more more.

They want your palm petting their head, your fingers tracing scars and augmentations, your warmth and weight sprawled across their chest or back.