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FENIX "THE PHOENIX" YOON ( he/him ) … intro , interactions
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#ERODE : gradually destroy or be gradually destroyed. … be gradually worn away by natural agents. dependent muse for avastrp . blog penned by minx ( she/her ) .
FENIX "THE PHOENIX" YOON ( he/him ) … intro , interactions
CLOSED STARTER for @silvercage
With the Wake now stuck in harbour, Ginika knew she needed to keep an eye on her crew, differently from when they were at sea. They could easily slip from her grasp, find their way to a tavern, do something beyond the limits of her sight. She did not mind this, after all, she trusted her crew, but she enjoyed it better when they were in her company. Or at least near the ship.
She found Fenix on deck when she returned from her daily search to get a smuggler on her side. She had much to give, but they emptied her koffers, and she would not allow her crew to notice how much of their earnings she’d been spending on keeping their bellies filled. “I suspected you to be charming you way through the tavern or the next, yet I find you here. Is all well, Fenix?”
nimble fingers picked at the chipped wood beneath his legs - the day had been spent entirely with training , strengthen to a form he might have to use in a battle yet to come . these days every day he was lucky enough to be awakened to felt fickle and as if danger was always just a breath away . which , selfspeakingly , was usually the case with the way fenix lived his life . given the current circumstances , though . . . only heightened the tension nestled deeply within the core of tortuga . a pattern of all too familiar feet peeled his worries from his attention , giving him just enough time to fix a watchful gaze onto the other . “ great captain ” soft , a comfortable glint in his eyes . a jest that was merely above a serene way to underline their given bond . fenix adored ginika with every breath she took . “ oh , surely . there is no need to worry ‘bout me . now onto entirely more important matters . . . how to rid off the worrysome look on ya' face , mh ? my heart can barely take the sight of it ” as if to showcase the meaning of his words , a palm stretched along the curve of his chest , right where said heart was beating away beneath his grasp .
woo dohwan as nam seonho in my country: the new age
"Oh little brother," Radhakrishnan said, walking over to Fenix, firmly planting one hand on the other's shoulder, and the other used to tap against his chest. "Do not fear, there is plenty of room for day drinking out in the sun, I've heard many say you get drunk quicker when in the light of the brilliant flame in the sky. Alas, I know this from experience too. We can start our own party, amongst those eager to forget our troubles as well." And plenty there were, not everyone knew what to do with themselves when hunger was at their door. Having lived many lives, Krish did not fear such. They had plenty of fat reserves, and they knew they'd build up muscle again.
though , to krish it might be nothing further than a pat . . . when a firm palm met strong shoulders , the spark of connection immediately spread through the cracks of a otherwise mundane day - only further heightened by the words the other ushered towards fenix . “ y'know . . . never pegged ya' as quite the poet ” which was a dagger to the throat in the gentlest and kindest way possible . all in good measure , nothing short of harmless . “ y'should really consider somethin' of a profession to go along with it ” yet another flash of a grin , cheeky enough to sugar coat the provocative jest . “ might just found ya' callin' , friend . "
WOO DO HWAN in BLOODHOUNDS 사냥개들 (2023) dir. Jason Kim
THE PIT was doing well in terms of fighters; many people were ready to unleash their anger. the problem was starting to become keeping a steady crowd coming in. with everyone holding on tightly to any supplies they had, it was trickier than ever to make bets. from trinkets to things like an apple, arden worked hard to make sure he could keep people hungry for his fights more than the one they felt in their burning bellies. both as a form of distraction but also in the name of survival for himself. tonight, an intense cutthroat battle, earned him a couple of rounds at the tavern in celebration. he comes to a halt when he spots the most interesting sight occurring outside the tavern, when usually the action was inside. arden watched in amusement, arms crossed over his chest, very interested to see where it would all lead. the charming smile told him all he needed to know, still he did step just one step closer. "get on up, man. it's shit but there is no need to roll in it." a handsome face like that shouldn't be covered in the filth that covered the unpaved, dirty streets of tortuga. " if i offer to get you a round or two, will you stop mourning something that isn't yet dead?"
what had been pure and utter merritment only moments ago , was now shaping into a thing more content . . . calm , even . broad shoulders eased back into their customary posture and that would be enough to brighten the smile idling on his lips , with teeth and all . “ mhhh . . . ” a paltry attempt to stretch the silence , especially when the both of them already knew the outcome . “ y'have to promise me this , if I ever in my life decline the offer of a drink . . . or two , with a strong fine man alike y'self ” dark eyes roamed the sight of the other and it was utmost deliberate in the way they lingered having reached certain points of arden's attire . “ shoot me dead and throw me off the fuckin' shore ‘cause somethin’ ain't right ” and it was definitely there . . . the urge to reach out and link their arms , even if it would be just for the increasing effects of his words . which , of course , he withheld . for now , at least . “ lead onwards then , my friend . ”
the craziness of the island was something which celia wasn't sure she was going to get her head around any time soon. and whilst she was trying her hardest to do what she could - to gather supplies for nya and enough food to feed herself and the crew - it was proving to be harder and harder. the cask was her last saving grace. if that sunk, she truly wouldn't know what to do. as she heard the other, celia shook her head. " the cask is an institution. " she countered with a shake of her head. " it won't be going anywhere. " though she did get up and moved a little closer to fenix. she raised an eyebrow, " your poor tainted soul can look after itself, i think. though can i convince you to get me a drink? then, perhaps, we could see about your soul. "
like a rotten twig , frail and weak as such , was the following sigh that wrapped around a wail of gloom and sorrow . truly something meant for something more . . . meaningful , yet here fenix was . hunched over himself in a slouch that could naturally be called pathetic . raven bangs , usually pushed back , now dangling freely across his features only as to darken them with anticipation . truly for the sole purpose of expanding celia's wait for an answer , secretly in hopes of being able to ditch it alltogether . yet . . . no luck . the woman's eyes held his with such strong vigor that he had no other choice than to surrender to it . the day he would be able to refuse celia would be the day of his dying breath , he was certain of it . “ aye , one drink for the pretty lady . "
WOO DO-HWAN as HAE JO MR. PLANKTON (2024) 1.01
open starter to : anyone location : afront the devil's cask
a sigh , deeper than the ocean itself , rumbled from parted lips . “ ahh , y'see . . . the whole thing is fucked , don't get me wrong ” hands up within reason of surrender , even when nothing of the sorts was meant to be taken by heart . “ but , man . . . they got the taverns , as well ? why not just grab my fuckin' heart an' twist it ” fenix was a picture to the gods , handed as an offering of pure and utter agony - nose scrunched and voice pitched in a whine . “ aye , how long ‘til they suck the soul outta ya’ , too ” the devil's cask had been good to him thus far , hence the ache within his chest clutched tighter . “ if ya' keep starin' at me like that , y'gonna have to come over here an' console my poor tainted soul ” through the gates of a syrupy smile that would very well be able to conceal even the most heinous sin .
[ woo do-hwan, cismale, thirty-two, he/him ] for the crimes of piracy FENIX "THE PHOENIX" YOON is hereby wanted. those who surrender them dead or alive to the crown will receive TWO HUNDRED pounds. they’re famously known to be part of the WIDOW'S WAKE as their MIRROR. before engaging be warned as they can be INDOLENT & FRENETIC, but if you’re lucky they’ll be EQUITABLE & WARM-HEARTED. legends say that when you speak their name you’re reminded of WORDS LEFT UNSPOKEN, TREMBLING HANDS ON THE TRIGGER & THE TRACE OF SANDALWOOD IN THE AIR.