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after much consideration, i have decided to retire this blog; i havent used this blog in over a year and its just making more anxious than anything to think that i have replies on a blog that i just dont use ; w;
i will be more active on my other blogs like @dovefeathrdraven , @flurdall , and @daemonjpeg !! find me there!!!
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pirate captian ☸ jegan lemris
tagged by @ohfiendangelical
1. i am confusion
2. i love sucking dick
3. i never learned how to fucking read
4. its digiorno
5. im washin me and my clothes
bonus: lets tell eachother secrets
tagging: literally anyone who wants to do this
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first mate ❈ donnik kahlil
tagged by @ohfiendangelical
1. for fucks sake alley!
2. i love sucking dick
3. its a fucking bear!
4. we all die you either kill yourself or get killed
5. i wanna be a cowboy baby
bonus:sucked dick on accident
tagging: literally anyone who wants to do this
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ask // send 🍸 for my muse to try to drunkenly seduce yours
☸ Captain Jegan // @fleshfruits
Jegan was almost always drunk, and he was always horny. And he was an awful flirt, whether drunk or sober.‘ h- hey– ’ he flopped down on the couch beside her, rum and coke just barely managing to stay in his glass, ‘ you, uh, you look like…. hot, hah– hot coils… girl! ’
he was particularly drunk tonight, pitifully drunk, and it was clear he had been crying.
☸ futurepop
Due to her celebrity status Eve has been approached many times, but he is by far the most interesting ( and the most drunk ) . She figures it’s suiting that he is the owner of the ship. “This is my first time.” The starlet puts on a small, friendly smile as she takes a step away from him. She noticed him spilling his drink earlier, and doesn’t want him to get any alcohol on her dress. “I’m Eve, it’s nice to meet you Captain.”
‘ Eve, huh? That’s a classic--! How pretty...! ’ Jegan takes a second to look her up and down for a moment. Maybe this isn’t a new face; does he recognize her from somewhere? Or is he just that drunk?
Oh, but she called him Captain! His cheeks heated at that, a pleasant excitement bubbling up in his chest.
‘ Wait, you look really familiar? You sure this is y-your first time here? ’ He swayed as he spoke, almost as if he was rocking with the waves.
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❈ traumeriin !!
The woman smiles softly as she pushes some hair behind her ear. “I suppose you could say that, yes. I live in town but I’ve never been to this garden, it’s very lovely.” She anticipated seeing more people in a community garden as big as this one, but since it’s quiet and peaceful she doesn’t mind it much. “My name is Rosemary, you are?”
‘ Me name’s Donnik, but ye can call me ‘Donnie’ if ye’d like, ’ he stood up from his position over the flowers, using his pants to wipe off the dirt from his hands. ‘ if ye are new here, would ye care fer a tour? ’ he offers another smile, tugging on a curl at the nape of his neck. It was a nervous tick he just couldn’t seem to shake.
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It’s not every day he sees a new face at the community garden he frequents. Although the word ‘community’ is in the name, many people have forgotten about the place over the years, leaving only a hand full die hard gardeners there to take care of the ground themselves. Donnie happens to be one of those gardeners, although his attendance is far more sporadic as of late.
‘ Oi! ‘Ello, lass! Ae cannae say ae’ve seen ye here before, are ye new around these parts? ’ he offers the most charming smile he could muster to combat the embarrassing amount of dirt on his body.
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Jegan throws all kinds of rowdy house parties, (or, more accurately, house boat parties) and with every party is a new face to meet. He was a few drinks in already, finding it hard to keep his footing as he wandered the perimeter of his living room. This was a much bigger crowd then he was use to, but he had no problem with it at all.
And that’s when he saw her, a new face in a sea of familiar ones. His face lit up as he pushed his way to her, drink spilling rather ungracefully as he emerged by her side.
‘ H-Hey, you’ve never been to one of my parties before, huh? ’ He gives her a wide grin, ‘ I’m Jegan, captain of this little ship. ’
☸ @pseughost
It had been all together too long since Jegan had last seen Donovan. It felt like there was an itch in his skin whenever he though of him, almost as if he craved his touch like it was a drug. Or maybe he was just drunk. But it didn’t matter when, if he were drunk or not, he still felt a pull to that man. He cursed Donovan for being so charismatic, for the pull he had on other people. He cursed Donovan for those damn faerie charms.
‘ Christ, when I get my hands on him, I swear to God I’m going to... ’
Kiss him deeply, until he is sure he is going to suffocate? Drown him in affections and praise? Press adoring kisses down his naked body, relishing in the sounds of his sweet sighs all before reaching a hand down and--?
Jegan grunted in frustration, breaking himself out of his daydream by setting down the glass of whiskey he had been nursing on entirely too early in the morning. He had never felt this reliant on someone before, no one. Not ever. And now he feel like he can’t breathe without him. Without his fiance’s doppelganger. He was pissed.
Not because of the fact Donovan faerie drugged Jegan into staying with him for a month after he and Donnie had gotten into a fight. Not because Donovan used his faerie magics to fuck the brains out of him. Not because he was trying to steal him away. He was pissed that he felt that he needed him this much.
‘ It’s about time that I show him my mind. ’
He knew the way to Donovan’s very well by now, so the journey there was quick. Jegan was wasting no time. He walked past the other ranch houses, the gentle farm animals that beckoned him to come play, the giggling children that he often told stories of pirates to. He walked in a angry march to the main house, pausing for a moment before entering. This house belongs to many others, so upon entering the house he is greeted fondly. But he is on a mission, and so on he goes, down the hall to the door he is most familiar with in this place. Despite his anger, he opened the door softly, carefully, and entered with light footsteps.
He was asleep, the little faerie criminal, the one who stole Jegan’s heart right out of his chest. Jegan crept closer, breath heavy with liquor as he leaned over the sleeping man’s face. It was pretty early in the morning, Jegan hadn’t looked before leaving his house but he figured with how intense the sun was in the sky, it had to be no later that nine thirty.
Jegan was in awe.
Donovan’s sleeping form was so peaceful. Jegan noted the gentle smile on his lips as he slept quietly. All at once, every single last drop of Jegan’s anger was gone, and he found himself climbing into bed next to him -- a learned habit -- and cuddling into his side.
‘ Oh, Donovan, ’ he drunkenly slurred into his neck, unaware of the stirring it caused, ‘ I... Fuck -- I love you so much... ’
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send a ‘☸’ for your muse to talk to the wannabe pirate captain jegan, or send a ‘❈’ for your muse to talk to the hippie cult leader donnie
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Donnie often meets new people at Jegan’s boat parties. In fact, that is how he meets most of the new people he knows. This isn’t exactly the ideal place to meet people in his mind, and yet some of his best friends have come out of these parties. The others, however, didn’t seem to care for him in the least. He was simply there to mix the drinks and give them their bar snacks or weed. This doesn’t stop him from trying to be as friendly as possible to as many people as possible. Especially the newer crowds.
It was mid-party in the early hours of a Sunday morning, and Donnie was stuck in the kitchen, like he always is. Jegan was out in the middle of the crowd, winning everyone over with his good looks and sharp wit, leaving some time for Donnie to clean up the bar before the next rush of people come over for their drinks. He didn’t even get paid for all of this work, and always had to clean the house afterward because Jegan refused to clean it after a long night of partying.
Scanning the crowd of familiar faces as he polished glasses, Donnie noticed something different. A new face, sweet enough looking, but a darkness behind her eyes. Something in him urged him to go over there, to talk to her. Who knows what she’s like, what that darkness could be. So with a glass full of cold water he left his station at the bar to sit with this stranger.
‘ ‘ello, luv, ’ he spoke just above the loud roar of the music and drunken shouts, his smile kind as ever as he offers the stranger the glass of water, ‘ mind if ae sit ‘ere next t’ ye? ’
