#seabonded

[legendsoffandoms]

Thinking about two Lloyd Dr aus rn

1. Is like a mercenary/bounty hunter(though he refuses to hunt dragons and oni) instead of staying at the monastery, because he needs money to buy food and supplies. So he starts doing bounty and/or letting people hire him. Though he doesn’t do jobs that kill people and/pr creatures at first, but over time he slowly starts taking them. But he only kills people who he thinks deserve it, so he’s a relatively good guy. He also doesn’t take jobs from clearly bad people, and doesn’t go through with a job once he realizes the person who hired him is bad.

But he still ends up finding Arin and Sora(and Ryu), and becomes their dad :). But oh no, he finds the ninja. And they aren’t supportive of the whole job, so that’s a big plot point. Oh and maybe Imperial (or however you spell it) try and hire Lloyd, another plot point. Arin and Soea get nervous thinking he’ll accept. Blah blah angst

He also looks like a bad ass, has horns because yes. Though his long hair hides it, because coolness. The kiddos love putting his hair up to reveal his horns and side shave. Oh, he also has dragon features like ears and a tail that he hides.(Fun fact: I gc them as dark green and black because his oni side is gold and purple. And I want them to be opposites but also really not)

Also the reason to me why he could not stay the monastery despite still being dumped there, is because he is traumatized. He doesn’t want to be in the place where he lived with his family. Because honestly, he doesn’t even know if they’re alive. And that thought alone convinced him to find somewhere else, now he didn’t settle far. In cause he did find the Ninja, but he hadn’t touch the place since he packed up his things and left. Just random check up’s to make sure no one tried to stay there. (This is just my hc for this au, you can have a different reason or him just not landing there at all. I honestly don’t mind if you don’t like the reason and go for something else, whatever you feel is right)

2. Is like an au where the events of the merge happen a lot sooner, and at the end of crystallized I hc Lloyd as 16(which is says on the fandom wiki but idk if that’s cannon or not). So instead of being in his early 20s Lloyd is like 14.

Because this happens before seabond, so Lloyd is 14. And trying to navigate the world(now to make this au line up, Arin and Sora are gonna be a bit older than they would be. So like 8-10)

And now Lloyd is a dad with two kids and a baby dragon, he has no idea what to do. And is on the verge of a meltdown 24/7 like dr Lloyd is.

Oh and he hasn’t unlocked his oni powers yet cause of the timeline, so angst anyone??

There’s my aus, do what you will with this lol

And have fun out there! Oh and I would love if someone would rope in Greenflower/Forgiven Shipping in to these aus, I don’t feel like it cause I gtg write chp. 2 of my Greenflower fanfic. Which is based off a ninjago hc post I saw lol

Anyways have fun! And be safe with these traumatized kiddos

[st-armand]

Dancefloor Divination

( Reposted from @armands-sanctum ) Summary: Hobie meets you at a club he's going to for the first time, amongst a sea of dazed partiers

Authors Note: Ye asked and ye shall receive. Theres a lot imagery I LOVE to use like planets. Content Warnings: Suggestive and sensual dancing, description of bodies, revealing clothing, fem reader, explicit language, Black!Reader, reader wears a wig (?) (Sorry guys I wear wigs and that’s the only hair I can write rn, also I never see any representation for wig wearers and Hobie, and baby I wear luxurious bundles), bad british slang but I always take criticism and pointers.

Masterlist

Hobie doesn’t often go to dance clubs, he prefers his underground rock shows, or grungy basements filled with listeners thrashing about each other in unison. But that doesn’t mean he shits on clubs, he enjoys all genres, especially by black artists and he’s always down to give anything a listen once or twice.

In this instance, one of Hobie’s bandmates’ partner was desperate to go out, and since they couldn’t find anyone else to accompany them, the band decided to join, plus it would be a change of pace for them all.

Spending an hour ‘pregaming’ (He didn’t know that was a thing usually getting shitfaced at a pub or bar he never thought to get piss drunk before going out,) with his mates and their significant others, smoking up Hobie’s apartment, (He’s always the designated host, always welcoming his peers into his home, no matter the occurrence, and he has piles of clothing from and for his friends so they can comfortably exist in the space.) animated laughs and hushed whispers of gossip echo through its brick walls, garments thrown about as everyone deliberates their outfits.

But the real party begins when they arrive at the nightclub. Encompassed by neon lights and tinted glass, the deeply reverberating bass rocking the concrete below their feet and ringing in their ears. This alone causes Hobie’s blood to rush in his veins, he’s feeling very excited and is only spurred on by the gaggles of people waiting in line and loitering outside the joint, many in awe at the punks, despite it being a normal fashion style in their world, the club goers don’t often get punks at their venues, maybe the occasional goth, especially cyber goths.

Most people are more concerned with entering the venue on time to reach their friends, others are on the prowl for a late night conquest and a sultry dance partner for the rest of the night, flocking to the few single members of the band, like Hobie, similar to moths to a hot and bright flame.

“Hey sexy lemme take you home tonight,” “Looking so damn fine tonight baby…”

But amongst adoring, screaming, fainting fans at his shows, and intriguing invitations for ending the night to end in a cosmic collision of passion, Hobie was in his element, a super-giant compared to the smaller stars around him, they all revolved in unison, and science knows that those with the most gravitational pulls crush all underneath their force.

At the recognition Hobie pulls on his impish smirk, letting his tongue hook into his lip piercing, languidly swiping his tongue over his full lips.

“One at a ‘ime, don’t crowd, yea?”“ You’ll all ‘et a piece of me soon, I promise”

Hobie loves the attention, he is innately cool, but his look and presence was something he had to create with time, his mask was the anchor to the role of spiderman—the seabond vessel, keeping him grounded against the turbulent waters of life, Hobie himself being the captain.

Despite loving the attention and basking in the crowd, he is very particular about the people he allows in his life, watching others with a keen eye.

He may seem overbearing, aloof, and boisterous, he takes on these roles to adapt to the environments he’s in, but Hobie always keeps his best cards last, and close to his chest, the type of person to step in and defend the helpless, but let his adversaries tear each other to shreds.

But as all the conversations, the music, and Hobie’s thoughts settles into the space, a car pulls up onto the curb of the sidewalk, crunching the loose pavement underneath its tires. Hobie glances in the direction of the sleek black car, a group of confident young adults leaving the vehicle. Their strides are self-assured, a practiced strut around the car, and onto the sidewalk.

But amongst them all is you, another super-giant celestial entering the interstellar fray of the nightlife, you radiate an authority that rivals his.

Apathetic expression, lidded eyes, pristinely styled hair tickling your back, exposed in the most tormenting way, by the skin tight midnight black dress, strings of pearls anchoring the dress to your body. Hobie is intrigued, but his curiosity is broken as he’s being ushered into the club.

He also doesn’t mind shamelessly swiveling his head to get a last look, as you and your friends advance into the venue without a breath in the direction of the line. The inside of the club was filled with moving bodies in every foreseeable crevice, a hand on his shoulder guides him to the space his mates have decided to occupy, a standing table.

Your scent has heads whipping in your direction, gracing them with your domineering presence, the crowds of people part like the Red Sea for Moses—like it’s god’s will for them to make space for you all like an assembly of dance club diviners.

You seem disinterested in the acts of the others around you, in their drunken and high hazes, senses melding into each other in a cocktail of euphoria.

Hobie’s dark eyes lose your form amongst the animated crowd, when he does start to get a clearer image of your body and hair in the crowd as you make your way to the dancefloor. Your hips bumping and rolling in rhythmic movements.

You and your friends crowd around each other, playfully grabbing and dancing with each other, hands lingering on each other’s forms, with giggles and laughs that roll your head back.

Hobie is enthralled at the way your neck lolls to the side, your hair rustling from the nape your neck to the bottom of your hips.

Amongst the rest of the rest of the crowd, who is equally as fascinated by the group dancing, they allow more space for the lights on the ceiling to fully illuminate their features.

With the oceanic mob of bodies, limbs and hips moving in tandem to each other to the music, not in complete sync, but enough to feel an overwhelming sense of understanding with your peers amongst the music, breathing ragged, figures moving, grinding, swaying, rocking.

And with them, you look like a prophet, amongst her people, guiding them through a sacramental disco.

He wants to join the ritual too, and be led by your body in the midst of the haze.

He departs from the table with his friends with an, “Oy ‘m leavin’ gunna go check out the dancefloor”

He lets his body guide him, swaying lightly to the tempo (He can’t dance, but he knows how to work his body a bit). He approaches slowly, letting the wave of people direct him to the center to find you. The closer he gets to your back, one of your friends excitedly gestures her hands ‘behind you, BUT don’t look’ and whispers, “Sexy roguish guy approaching you at 6 o’clock”

The whole group buzzes with excitement, and you all increase the authority behind your movements, sultrier, more enticing, a spectacle of your splendor. If one friend found a dance partner, the others will too, keeping a close distance to each friend, and to make sure no creeps slide in between dance partners.

You let Hobie descend onto you, you’ve already been given the heads up, a brush of hair teases your neck and the side of your face, before a glint of metal grazes your ear as Hobie leans to whisper,

“Hope you don’ mind me sliding in here real quick?”

He asks you genuinely making sure you’re interested in dance with him, you cheekily turn your body to face him, letting your hair fall to one side of your shoulder.

You take his countenance in, tall, dark skinned, and gorgeous, eyes holding an immeasurable depth to its warmth, you could easily drown in, and impish smirk on his face, full lips with a ring that scuffed your ear prior.

Hobie stands at full attention, looking down at you in all his mischievous punk brilliance, looking at you expectantly and considerately.

Your words fail you, but that’s fine, your mask is still unbreakable, this is your domain, and you live amongst it with ease, evolved to be fully adapted to your environment.

You flash a smile that allows for a chaste peak at your canines, turning back into your regular position to dance, and letting Hobie’s hands slot your bodies together.

Now you’re no dancer (unless you are) but dancing like this with a man that looks as good as Hobie, you NEED to slow it down, you want him to feel every inch of your body grinding against him with the music, you do just that.

Hobie’s hands glide their way along your hips, holding the fat of your thighs tightly, drawing your closer to his lower half.

Your hips roll in against his front, ticking them every so often to snares or high hats just to throw him off, which results in a deep rumbled laugh bubbling in his chest that reverberates through your body, causing you to smile widely.

Hobie is inebriated off the impression of your body, and the languid circles your small waist whines in, the way your skin and the contrast of the fabric of your outfit feels drives him to senselessness, the second-hand high and lingers of alcohol on his tongue consume his senses, and his reserves.

Hobie takes a gentle hand to scoop a handful of your long tresses, twirling them at its ends to drape the bundles away from your back so he has an unobstructed view of the bare skin, you tense at the feeling, alarmed that he is touching your hair.

"Don' worry luv, 'm being careful, don't want ya hair getting ruined right beautiful?”

“Garms makin’ you look too good”"I'll be gentle wit' ya, be real sweet on you too."

The other hand moves from your hips to your waist, urging you to move faster, grind harder, to take him faster to his breaking point, eyes pried to the shape of your muscles constrict and releasing with every movement, a sheen of sweat covering the exposed skin from the heady, steamy air.

His lithe fingers cloak your flesh, finding exhilaration in gripping your body as he pleases, moving you just how he wants along his body, and you make no contests to letting him lead your figure as he saw fit, melding into each other’s form.

Your friends acknowledge the sensual dance between you and Hobie, cheering you on and sharing knowing giggles between dancing with their own partners.

“Go bestie!”“Ooh~ You’re enjoying yourself huh?”“That’s my bestie dancing on a fine ass guy”

The longer the dance goes, as songs change, the dance between the two of you grows heavier, lingering caresses, soft whines, hushed whispers “Movin’ so sexy f’ me”“Look s’ good whining on me like that,”“Can I dance wit’ ya for the rest of the night?”

With time as the two of you are absorbed in each other, the club occupants dwindle and trickle out of the party.

You and Hobie cease your dancing soon to regroup with your respective friends, but the tension is lingering, even your friends notice this, so they linger back with each other, the parties colliding into fits of laughter, and conversations of their two peers who seem to be magnetized to each other.

Your groups walk to the exit and onto the pavement, legs sore, heels abandoned and nestled into bags and arms, complaints for water and food, Hobie turns you to flashing another smile, his lip ring reflecting the neon nights and the purple hue of dawn approaching in a few hours.

“Wanna spend the rest of the night with us, me even?”

[seabond-jason]

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[tenderlove]

a   starter   for   @seabonded​

                      the  fear  aejeong  feels  is  almost  paralyzing  and  utterly  real ,  though  she  could  swear  the  situation  is  only  happening  in  her  subconscious .  at  first ,  tries  to  remain  calm .  the  smell  of  blood  isn’t  real ;  she  is  safe  in  bed ,  asleep .  then ,  aejeong  doesn’t  remember  going  into  her  room ,  can’t  even  recall  the  moment  she  got  home .  the  pulls  and  tugs  on  her  body  feel  too  real ,  as  well  as  the  voices  whispering  next  to  her  ears .  alone  in  the  streets  at  such  ungodly  hours ,  aejeong  has  the  urge  to  run .  though  she  can’t  see  or  touch  any  blood ,  it’s  ferrous  smell  is  alarming ,  coming  from  too  close ,  right  under  her  nose ,  and  the  fear  is  adrenaline  inducing  enough  to  get  her  moving .  though  breathing  and  repeating  it  is  only  a  dream  countless  times ,  it  doesn’t  bring  it  to  an  end .  on  the  contrary ,  only  seems  to  get  worse .  since  gaslighting  herself  out  of  this  won’t  work ,  she  has  no  other  option  than  to  move .  it  is  hard  to  do  so  in  heels ,  but  nothing  will  stand  in  her  way .  certainly  not  the  well  known  figure  that  stands  in  her  way .  either  part  of  her  imagination  or  not ,  not  even  chuhua  deserves  to  be  left  to  face  whatever  is  after  aejeong .  moved  by  pure  instincts ,  aejeong  grabs  her  arm  and ,  without  slowing  down ,  she  pulls  the  other  woman  with  her .

[crystal-kesseki]

HC time!!

Kai will never admit this but since nya turn into the ocean every day without fail he goes near the ocean and start talking about how the day went and the only one that knows is jay cause he does the same

[acsend]

@seabonded​  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓  :   ❝ despite the bad blood, i’ll have none of it on my carpet. ❞

     despite  the  reassurance     (     if  it  could  even  be  called  that     )     there’s  a  hint  of  hesitation  in  siwoo’s  expression.     “     is  that  supposed  to  be  comforting     ?     ”     what  events  had  transpired  earlier  left  him  feeling  wary  of  this  place.     “     are  you  alright  or  just  really  good  at  cleaning  stains  from  various  fabric     ?     ”

[ofdamnation]

          eyes  narrow  at  the  other  .  ‘  ———  what  are  you  ?  ’     //     @seabonded​!

[fyrgebraec]

spots to kiss 34 !! for dojin // @seabonded​ a kiss on the shoulder blade.

He wasn’t sure when things got this close between them. They were friends before he was kidnapped, he still flinched away from any touch. The nightmares that the vampire had were a lot, but here they were with Ajin against his back as he calms down from a bad nightmare. “Ajin-” He croaked, feeling the other kiss his shoulderblade. Had he been human, his heart might have stopped. “Please don’t let go...”

[theyrisena]

@seabonded​​ ♡

“     it’s  for  you.     ”     the  boy  sets  an  intricate  looking  snow  globe  in  front  of  him.  it’s  a  dream  object  ,  but  he  doesn’t  need  to  know  that.  the  globe  is  held  in  a  real  seashell  ,  not  one  that  can  be  found  in  the  oceans  of  this  world  ,  but  it’s  a  seashell  nonetheless.  color  changing  glitter  rains  down  amongst  various  pieces  of     (     fake     )     coral  and  pearl.  tips  of  his  ears  redden  ,  awaiting  a  response.     “     i  ———  uh  ———  saw  it  while  on  a  trip.  reminded  me  of  you.     ”

[popvocalist]

﹙      ♡     ﹚ ﹐           incoming    message    from    @seabonded​​​​​​:          no,    you    hit    your    head    on    the    floor....

               hand    presses    against    temple;         this    was    far    from    a    typical   hangover.        she    couldn’t    remember    much    from    last    night,        memory    was    a    blur.        did    she    really    drink    that    much?        but    an    answer    is    received    as    she    sips    water    from    pink    paper    straw.        this    both    made    sense    &     didn’t...        “        what    do    you   mean    i    hit    my    head?        ”        &    then    a    more    important    follow    up:        “        no    one    saw,        right?        ”

[bvtterfliies]

       an  audible  sigh  fell  from  her  lips,  scrolling  through  all  her  playlists  as  she  struggled  to  find  a  song  before  looking  to  the  other.  “  name  a  song.  any  song,  ”  a  small  huff  followed  her  words. / @seabonded​

[pencilmoon-a2]

♥　♡　♥ ・・・・ there’s  a  clear  divide  between dia’s  work  and  her  art work,  and  a  difference  in  style  and  content.  work is  web  comics. work  is  online animations.  artwork  is  two  years  worth  of  scrawling,  scribbles, and  sketches  interspersed with  thoughts  and  feelings  of  a  mermaid coping  with  life  on  land.  and  unlike work, it  was  not  for  other’s eyes.  but  ajin  had  found  it on  her table.  a  rage  bubbled  up  in  her  that  she  wasn’t  aware  she  was  capable  of  as  she  snatched  the  book  from  his  hand.  a  deep  breath,  “  i’ll  say  this  politely  as  i  can’t  manage  considering how  upset  i  am  …  but  i  don’t  remember giving  you  permission to  rifle  through my  shit.  “

〈 @seabonded​ | feat. dia wong. plot [ x ] !! 〉

[neveraftcr-a]

closed starter for @seabonded​ // from ezra castro

          “ can i stay with you tonight? i don’t wanna go home yet. ”

[hiphopcherrrypop]

pov ray finds out kai likes cole + wants to play wingman

[lighthousc]

❛ i can’t … i can’t , i can’t do this today . ❜ - for mattieu

💔 INQUIRIES ANSWERED | MATTIEU

             pausing  his  conversation  with  a  street  vendor,  mattieu  glanced  over  his  shoulder  to  give  the  other  a  questioning  look.  when  he’d  asked  the  other  to  accompany  him  on  some  errands,  he  figured  it  was  a  good  enough  excuse  as  any  to  share  in  one  another’s  company  and  perhaps  get  to  know  ajin  better.  he  wondered  if  he’d  missed  any  visible  tells,  any  indication  that  something  was  wrong  —  wondered  if  perhaps  the  occasional  stops  they  had  to  make  because  of  mattieu  himself  trying  to  skirt  around  those  recognizing  him  in  the  crowd  had  upset  his  ...  friendly  acquaintance,  somehow.  

❝  i  ...  don’t  understand  ?  ❞  he  finally  verbalized,  brows  knitting.  sparing  a  glance  around  them,  he  reached  out  to  take  ajin’s  sleeve  and  pull  him  aside  in  a  tiny  pocket  between  two  street  vendors  -  offering  both  a  soft  smile  when  they  stared  questioning  at  the  two  men.    ❝  is  it  the  crowd  ?  ❞  came  the  first  question,  before  something  in  his  expression  shifted  and  his  gaze  locked  on  some  random  spot  on  the  ground.    ❝  or  is  it  me  ?  ❞  despite  speaking  the  words,  the  male  wasn’t  sure  he  even  wanted  a  proper  answer.  anxiety  flittered  just  above  the  surface,  bubbling  in  his  chest  and  threatening  to  send  his  mind  spiraling  into  an  endless  abyss  of  ‘what-ifs’.

❝  maybe  ...  maybe  we  should  just  try  this  again  later.  ❞

        DEADLY NIGHTSHADE STARTERS ( x )                 ↳ MUSES: mattieu & ajin

[acsend]

@seabonded​​  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 :   SPOTS TO KISS + 43. a kiss on the stomach      (  x  )

     they’re  not  quite  sure  how  they  ended  up  in  this  position  ,  zel  splayed  on  their  back  over  the  covers  and  ajin  with  them.  tee  shirt  is  shucked  up  their  abdomen  when  they  shift  and  they  don’t  bother  fixing  it  ,  the  temperature  inside  too  hot  anyway.  the  other’s  lips  are  pressed  against  their  stomach  and  it  draws  out  a  short  laugh.     “     ajin  ,  ajin       ”     hand  goes  to  run  gently  through  ajin’s  hair.     “     that  tickles.     ”     they  pointedly  ignore  the  flutter  of  butterflies  that  the  action  caused.