❆*;; - Depraved

Judar saunters forward, eyes lazily drifting across his king’s figure. He accepts the invitation immediately in his mind - it’s not a hard choice, honestly - though he does not voice it. Not yet. “My hair’s going to get messy,” he sneers, slipping out of his baggy pants. “You gonna fix it later?”

The answer, he knows, is probably not. But he doesn’t care.

                                       I am not afraid to fall                                   You can watch me lose it all                                 I'll get it wrong, 'til I get it right                      At least I'm making scenes in the meantime

 con. from here

@of-depravity

“Unlike those brutes, I’m not going to hurt you,” Sinbad replied, sighing at Judar’s lashing out and anger. Ignoring the “I’d rather die” statement, he took the Magi’s outstretched hand as permission to approach.

“This is going to jostle your arm. Because you can’t hold on, I’m going to have to carry you in my arms,” the king warned, taking in Judar’s damage as he finally was close enough to see the extent of it.

Nevermind the fact that there their surroundings were littered with corpses, all of them looking worse for wear than the battle’s victor. Judar’s arm was broken, and nastily so; it did not look like a clean break and there were probably bone shards embedded in his muscle. Cuts and bruises littered what skin was exposed, and it looked like some internal damage had occurred too, what with the blood that Judar was coughing up.

“On three. One, two, three.” And up into Sinbad’s arms the smaller man went, and even though he had taken care not to move his cargo too much it would still hurt like hell.

Judar sneers, his facial muscles contorting uncomfortably as he attempts to force a laugh. He won’t appear any weaker- He refuses to. Sinbad might appear merciful, but Judar knows his type, and he won’t repeat past mistakes. “Unlike what brutes? You’re honestly going to stand here and tell me you’re any different?” 

Try as he may to avoid it, however, he can feel doubt and panic seeping into his bloodstream. Maybe it’s his mental state, maybe not- he likes to think it’s the amount of blood he’s losing and the lack of functionality in his muscles. Either way he’s struggling to breathe, and when Sinbad inevitably picks him up, he subconsciously flails and flinches at the contact.

“Are you fucking-” He cries out, pain bursting over his vision as he writhes. His breaths refuse to come naturally, and he’s left shaking, hyperventilating, and sobbing against the king’s shoulder- Though he’ll never admit to the last one. Not willingly.

WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?: A huge fucking tie between SinJu and JuHaku- Both ships I like for different things though. SinJu is good for angst and drama and JuHaku is good for undying love and support. 

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?: Anything that has chemistry- I also have very few triggers/squicks so rping some not so nice or healthy relationships can also be fun… For Ju in particular things often tend to get into that grey area of not quite abusive but not healthy, so that’s a reccuring thing in a lot of ships I’ve had with him over the years.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?: …If they’re both legal adults 99% of the time it’s fine- Situations where the person initiating the contact knew the recipient as a child though can sometimes get a bit uncomfortable.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?: With this muse, very. At least with romance. He’s unlikely to get over his personal issues enough to have anything stable, and even when he does, it’s often very rocky and dependant. Even if I’m not picky with ships IC, I tend to be OOC since there’re a lot of topics I prefer to delve into that make the community uncomfortable.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NSFW?: Just consider this whole blog NSFW honestly...

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?: Don’t have anything established IC yet but I’m planning some shit with @tafarad .

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?: Yup. I’m picky and like to plan.

HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?: Whenever it makes sense- Unfortunately this tends not to be often with this muse. He’s more likely to stab someone than he is to make friendly conversation.

ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?: Stop.

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?: In theoryyyyyyy....

WHAT IS ( ARE ) YOUR FAVORITE SHIP(S) IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?:

SinMei, SinJu, and JuHaku are my main ones, but I have too fucking many. Basically if its not incest or pedophilia I probably ship it oof…

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?: Message me first, but expect a lot of talking and plotting and IC rejection...

Judar sneers, flipping his gaze over his shoulder back towards the direction he’d come from. “You didn’t miss much,” he bites. “...Guy said some things that pissed me off s’all.” Things he’d rather not repeat, lest he lose his cool once more. Anyway...

The options burn against his skin far more than they should. Ideally, he would choose neither; was he in control, he’d lash out, have his fill of anarchy, and laugh it all off. He’d be fine. Lying here, however, blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth, his arm twisted painfully and unnaturally into a distorted mess- He should be fine, but he’s not. 

He doesn’t have the energy or strength to call upon his magic, and therefore, cannot heal himself. 

Sinbad offers him two actions, both of which are equally nauseating and desirable. He weighs them pitifully in his mind, contemplating. On one hand, he does not wish to die; he probably wouldn’t, as sooner or later someone would collect him, broken limbs or not. On the other hand...