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[worginarts]

Gin and Gatz

Did a redraw of a sweet RP moment between Gin and Gatz. Because a murderous pirate and a murderous mercenary are sweet together. Or something. ( @time-lost-exiles )

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[drunkenworgen]

Jameson

Jameson.

The name was gifted or possibly borrowed. He never knew the people who gave it to him, but he still felt...oddly attached to it. It was a strong name, a good name. Jameson was the name of your best friend you’d tell all your secrets to, the friend you’d trust with your life. A noble name.

But then there was his surname. One that was thrust upon him at the orphanage he’d grown up in and eventually aged out of. “Smith.” What a boring, predictable name. Smiths get lost in the crowd, they don’t stand out. He never liked the name “Smith.”

Jameson Smith was a young man with deep brown eyes and a mop of curly hair to match, of unknown parentage. Well...unknown to him. Surely someone knew who his parents were. When he was younger, he liked to think that they had passed fighting in the war against the demons. Or maybe fighting crime. Not like the guards that patrolled the streets, but like the masked crusaders in the comic books that he used to read. Those were the dreams of a more innocent nature.

Now, however, the man with the noble yet predictable name was proving to the world that names and looks could be deceiving as he made his way through the city streets. He’d set up a small table with cards or cups to lure in the passersby, awing them with his skill, while tendrils of Shadow would relieve the citizens of the gold coins or jewelry. Not enough to notice, he’d made that mistake when he was first on his own. The holding cells were damp and unpleasant, though the rats did make for excellent runners. The City Guard was still unaware of how he’d gotten their keys that night.

He was no nobleman, or mage, or artisan of some rare skill. He was simply “Jameson Smith,” and your guess about him was as good as his.

( @time-lost-exiles )

[drunkenworgen]

Charmed

Closed starter for @time-lost-exiles with Gin and Gatz, after she's managed to retrieve him from the witch's cabin who enslaved his mind.

Firelight flickered off the cave walls she’d taken shelter in from the rain, now pouring down just outside the entrance. The worgen she’d been hired to track down lay on the other side of the fire, still seemingly unconscious, but bound nonetheless. He’d put up a fel of a fight, and Gin was not about to repeat that this soon.

“Who are ya,” she’d mutter, half-hidden in the shadows just outside the warmth of the fire. Sapphire eyes glowed dimly in the dark of the cave as she watched the other’s still form, ears turned to pick up any change in his breathing - she’d had to use an unusually strong dose of her sleeping serum to get him down.

“Y’smell familiar, an’ ah canno’ ‘elp bu’ t’think ah’e seen tha’ muzzle somewhere afore,” she continued talking to herself as she nursed her own wounds, stitching up the larger cuts the best that she could. Anything not covered by armor (and some things that were) had multiple gashes from the male’s claws, and her armor bore scratches from both his teeth and claws. Her head tilted to the side as he began to stir, hand resting on her poison pouch lightly.

“Could jus’ be some ol’ worgen ah’ve met in passin’, ah s’pose. Maybe inna market or tavern or summat.” Her tongue ran over a long canine as he rolled towards her. “Are y’ feral or jus’...bewitched…” Her voice trailed off as his eyes opened, struck by the familiar look in his eye.

[drunkenworgen]

( @time-lost-exiles / @brashtide-menace )

A song for the beginning of Gin and Gatz’s relationship?

[drunkenworgen]

I am littered with sᴄᴀʀs.

With ᴛᴇᴀʀs, ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛ, and sʜᴀᴍᴇ.

But, ʏᴏᴜ - 𝔏𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 - ʏᴏᴜ.

ʏᴏᴜ touched my sᴄᴀʀs without fear.

Wiped away the ᴛᴇᴀʀs, the sʜᴀᴍᴇ.

(Made me feel human again...)

I am still ᴀsʜᴀᴍᴇᴅ of myself, my past.

But ʏᴏᴜ...

I will never be ᴀsʜᴀᴍᴇᴅ of loving ʏᴏᴜ.

[drunkenworgen]

( @brashtide-menace )

A 100% in character conversation between Gatz and Gin brought to you by Miss Congeniality.

[drunkenworgen]

Similar: Three members of the same sex they find attractive. Different: Three members of the opposite sex they find attractiv

My Character Must Confess in Threes

(Accepting!)

Similar:

“There’s an…elven woman ah know.  Ah’ve no’ seen ‘er in a long while, bu’,” she trailed off, looking back down at her work. ( @unholysunblade; AU)

“Kiya.  An’ she knows.  She enjoys exploitin’ ‘at lil’ fact.”  ( @kiyastrasza; AU, MU, and everything in between)

“ ‘At Wieda’s quite attractive, as well.  Shame we didn’ meet sooner.”  ( @wiedaashcroft; MU)

Different:

“Terrick, o’course.  Those blood red eyes an’ dashin’ charm o’ ‘is.  Makes me weak in th’knees.”  ( @terrick-ebonsteed; MU)

“Gatz - while ‘e can be a bit of an arse - is dashin’.  Ah’ve grown rather fond o’ ‘im over our time t’gether,” her voice trailed off as she toyed with the beads in her hair.  ( @brashtide-menace; AU)

Gin takes a moment to think, swirling her whiskey around in her glass.  “There’s a ‘igh elf ah know, named Anierous.  ‘E’s quite pleasin’ t’look at.” ( @anierous-sunblade; for your high elf AU)

[drunkenworgen]

I was bored earlier and amused myself with the thought of Gin trying to introduce her partners to her parents (if they weren’t dead/shitty):

Terrick would cause John to start arguing with Gin about the age gap, but he would surprisingly earn the instant approval of Minerva simply for being male and Gilnean.  John would eventually shut up upon learning that Terrick is Gilnean nobility, and turn to complete mush at the sight of his grandchildren, his face lighting up upon learning that they named their son after him. ( @terrick-ebonsteed )

Gatz would be greeted with a very loud “wasn’t he a prisoner of Gilneas” from Minerva, Gin responding to her with an even louder “MUM!”  John would start arguing with Gin about the age difference, eventually ending in an exasperated Gin throwing her hands up, grabbing Gatz by the arm, and storming out. ( @brashtide-menace )

Seaa would probably be greeted with uncomfortable laughter, Gin being pulled off to the side.  There would be mention of “Gin, she’s Sin’dorei...and undead,” and Gin would just reply with “no shit.”  Minerva would be mostly uncomfortable with the fact that Seaandra is a woman, John would eventually warm up to her and start telling her dumb jokes and pulling out Gin’s baby pictures.  Gin would frantically start trying to set them on fire. ( @unholysunblade )