IT'S JUST BUSINESS

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im still a jorsuo shipping hoe. the ship i built around them is too wholesome to forget

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wanted to paint back muscles so I drew Yasuo ofc 😱

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My muse is alone at the bar, draining already a second glass of some drink. Send “Rough night?” to catch my muses attention.

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Graves & Twisted Fate in “Don’t Mess with Yordles”

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Reblog if I’m allowed to send you in character asks even if we have never talked before.

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Like this for starters of varying lengths. 🖤

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sorry for the bad quality

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weeps as i have so much jorsuo art and nothing to do with it now TAT

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closed starter—   @reaver-king.

A client’s name, and not the kind who wanted her information. It was an oddity when she first saw it, hefty coin being paid for a whore’s time in the evening. Then she saw the name.

Gangplank.

Of course someone like him found her, after she painstakingly made sure she disappeared after every informant gig she got. Had the coin not been so much, she would have ripped the note that came with it and made herself scarce from Bilgewater for the next few months. But there was also something she found interesting about the parchment, and the request written on it for her.

“The docks, after dark. Wear something acceptable,” Scoffing, she shoved the note in her bra, pulling on the dress skirt she had to straighten it. By no means was it the prettiest thing, crinkled from laying in the back of a drawer for so many years. It was a miracle it still mostly fit in all the right places. Perhaps one of her only items left after her parents threw her out, the black dress fell just above her knees, the ruffled sleeves portraying an aire of class that was no longer her’s to claim. Gangplank didn’t seem like a man who partook in classy women, but Hook was never one to deny good money, nor look a gift horse in the mouth. So long as the reaver king didn’t attempt to rend her head from her shoulders, she’d take a chance.

The sun finally sank below the horizon, and she turned a corner to the docks, looking around. Standing in public wouldn’t be an option for him, not with Fortune still acting like she ran the place, so it wasn’t a shock when she saw nothing nears the docks but barrels of gnarly fish. This was definitely where he specified though, whether they left the docks once they met or not was another subject. Jorie hoisted herself onto one of the closed barrels, perching herself while she waited for her date.

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“No, I really wouldn’t. If ya’d put that in that there letter, I’d have smelled bullshit and turned tail outta here. But this,” Jorie motioned to the dress she was wearing, “and this here,” She then motioned to the dinner set up with a smirk, “I think I might start to believe this ain’t an elaborate hoax to get me to come to ya.”

Looking at the set up again, Jorie pursed her lips, dragging her fingertips alone the edge of the table inspecting it. It was detailed, sophisticated, dare she say romantic. The captain certainly paid pretty coin to have a hooker play dinner date. Still, she’d indulge him, sitting down and crossing her legs under the table.

“Can’t think of anything I’ve done recently that would have screwed ya over though. Maybe I can put a little blind faith into ya. More specifically the money ya left for all this.”

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closed starter—   @reaver-king.

A client’s name, and not the kind who wanted her information. It was an oddity when she first saw it, hefty coin being paid for a whore’s time in the evening. Then she saw the name.

Gangplank.

Of course someone like him found her, after she painstakingly made sure she disappeared after every informant gig she got. Had the coin not been so much, she would have ripped the note that came with it and made herself scarce from Bilgewater for the next few months. But there was also something she found interesting about the parchment, and the request written on it for her.

“The docks, after dark. Wear something acceptable,” Scoffing, she shoved the note in her bra, pulling on the dress skirt she had to straighten it. By no means was it the prettiest thing, crinkled from laying in the back of a drawer for so many years. It was a miracle it still mostly fit in all the right places. Perhaps one of her only items left after her parents threw her out, the black dress fell just above her knees, the ruffled sleeves portraying an aire of class that was no longer her’s to claim. Gangplank didn’t seem like a man who partook in classy women, but Hook was never one to deny good money, nor look a gift horse in the mouth. So long as the reaver king didn’t attempt to rend her head from her shoulders, she’d take a chance.

The sun finally sank below the horizon, and she turned a corner to the docks, looking around. Standing in public wouldn’t be an option for him, not with Fortune still acting like she ran the place, so it wasn’t a shock when she saw nothing nears the docks but barrels of gnarly fish. This was definitely where he specified though, whether they left the docks once they met or not was another subject. Jorie hoisted herself onto one of the closed barrels, perching herself while she waited for her date.

[libidinelost]

The cat calling was as natural as the smell of rotted fish, she heard it when she walked the streets often, usually men trying to get her for cheap. Sailors were especially depraved. Not many women roamed ships like these, so seeing one dressed so finely would have been a delightful surprise. Too bad for them they couldn’t match their captain’s price.

The door to the captain’s quarters swung open, and the scene was different. It still smelled of musty water permeating almost everything, but the smell of fish was only faint now. It was the luxury of running the damned ship, the captain’s quarters were always much fresher than the rest of the ship. Her eyes rested on the captain himself, a brow quirking as the man didn’t seem as pissed as she envisioned. She had come fully prepared to fight for her life, but he didn’t seem like he was interested in spilling blood. At least not at the moment.

“I would hope so.” Jorie reached into her bra to grab the note she had, slapping in on the nearest surface. “I didn’t get dolled up just to surprise you.” 

“Did you want somethin’ outta me? Or does poor captain get lonely out at sea?” She jested, shifting her weight across her hips.

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closed starter—   @reaver-king.

A client’s name, and not the kind who wanted her information. It was an oddity when she first saw it, hefty coin being paid for a whore’s time in the evening. Then she saw the name.

Gangplank.

Of course someone like him found her, after she painstakingly made sure she disappeared after every informant gig she got. Had the coin not been so much, she would have ripped the note that came with it and made herself scarce from Bilgewater for the next few months. But there was also something she found interesting about the parchment, and the request written on it for her.

“The docks, after dark. Wear something acceptable,” Scoffing, she shoved the note in her bra, pulling on the dress skirt she had to straighten it. By no means was it the prettiest thing, crinkled from laying in the back of a drawer for so many years. It was a miracle it still mostly fit in all the right places. Perhaps one of her only items left after her parents threw her out, the black dress fell just above her knees, the ruffled sleeves portraying an aire of class that was no longer her’s to claim. Gangplank didn’t seem like a man who partook in classy women, but Hook was never one to deny good money, nor look a gift horse in the mouth. So long as the reaver king didn’t attempt to rend her head from her shoulders, she’d take a chance.

The sun finally sank below the horizon, and she turned a corner to the docks, looking around. Standing in public wouldn’t be an option for him, not with Fortune still acting like she ran the place, so it wasn’t a shock when she saw nothing nears the docks but barrels of gnarly fish. This was definitely where he specified though, whether they left the docks once they met or not was another subject. Jorie hoisted herself onto one of the closed barrels, perching herself while she waited for her date.

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“Captain said to come get ya…” a tall gangly man said, he looked her up and down licking his lips.

He put his hand on her tigh, his breath ripe with smell of booze and tooth decay. He smiled revealing a mouth of about ten or twelve teeth. He was definitely not Gangplank.

“Or we could go behind that building real quick. Got paid and still gots a serpent or two burnin a hole in me pocketss.”

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His breath could kill a wharfrat, she could have sworn by it. The stink was like a rotting vegetable mixed with a musk only replicated by a man who had been on the open sea without a shower in too long. Her nose wrinkled, clearly displaying her distaste.

"Ugh, maybe another time handsome." Waving dismissively, he was forced to take a few steps back lest the women get any ideas. She pushed herself off the barrels, putting her hands on her hips.

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Well boy? Bring me to your captain. He paid good money, I won't make him wait." She tapped her nails against her thighs impatiently.

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closed starter—   @reaver-king.

A client’s name, and not the kind who wanted her information. It was an oddity when she first saw it, hefty coin being paid for a whore’s time in the evening. Then she saw the name.

Gangplank.

Of course someone like him found her, after she painstakingly made sure she disappeared after every informant gig she got. Had the coin not been so much, she would have ripped the note that came with it and made herself scarce from Bilgewater for the next few months. But there was also something she found interesting about the parchment, and the request written on it for her.

“The docks, after dark. Wear something acceptable,” Scoffing, she shoved the note in her bra, pulling on the dress skirt she had to straighten it. By no means was it the prettiest thing, crinkled from laying in the back of a drawer for so many years. It was a miracle it still mostly fit in all the right places. Perhaps one of her only items left after her parents threw her out, the black dress fell just above her knees, the ruffled sleeves portraying an aire of class that was no longer her’s to claim. Gangplank didn’t seem like a man who partook in classy women, but Hook was never one to deny good money, nor look a gift horse in the mouth. So long as the reaver king didn’t attempt to rend her head from her shoulders, she’d take a chance.

The sun finally sank below the horizon, and she turned a corner to the docks, looking around. Standing in public wouldn’t be an option for him, not with Fortune still acting like she ran the place, so it wasn’t a shock when she saw nothing nears the docks but barrels of gnarly fish. This was definitely where he specified though, whether they left the docks once they met or not was another subject. Jorie hoisted herself onto one of the closed barrels, perching herself while she waited for her date.

[bikomandr]

I am not your ordinary doodle.

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@old-yawn-belly​ continued from here

“I fear you underestimate me, girl. With but a word, I can take you miles from this place. Far from these brutes and gutters, where no bounty board knows your name. Or perhaps you’d rather reposition yourself here in Bilgewater? If you tire of the beds, maybe you should try your hand at running such an establishment. I know a fair few owners I’m sure would be willing to pass over the responsibilities, with a little negotiatin’. Or perhaps you’re merely seeking protection. I can assure you, no brute, or bounty hunter would dare treat you ill after you’re seen in the company of a friend like me.”

A quirked brow meant he at least had her attention, which was saying something kind as sweet talkers were never one to catch her ear. There was still some skepticism, her arms crossed and shifting her weight from one side to the other. But a life of knives at her throat favored her skepticism, as it always did.

“Women in my profession never get out of this life, it seems. No matter how much we want it, I’ve seen the same girls try to leave and come back ‘round when they hit their worst all over again. I didn’t chose to slum it at a whorehouse, but damn if I didn’t make the best of it, wouldn’t you agree?”

Her appearance didn’t make much to prove her point. Disheveled hair, shirt that was more fray than fabric, and stockings that looked like they’d been a wharf rat’s appetizer. But, damn, if the coin she had hidden away could talk, it would speak horrors of how Hook came to procure such a fortune. Plenty of back’s stabbed there.

“Besides, nothin’ comes without a price. Especially with you. What’s the rub?“

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Like this for starters of varying lengths. 🖤