#tiko could be a doctor

[fazcinatingblog]

oh yeah, there's a new cat doctors opening near my work. like a vet who sees cats, but also could be a bunch of cats who are doctors now i think about it

[johnseedfanclub]

Oc Tag~

Tagged by @mrspaigeomega (thank you so much for the tag! ❤️)

Tagging: @johnseedyesking @muse-1498 @mrsladydiana @scungilliwoman @strafethesesinners (@ anyone who sees this or wants to join)

Name: Angelo Matías Sanchéz

Alias/nicknames: Angel, Ang, Michael Angelo

Gender: Male

Age: 30 (during 2018 FarCry 5 events)

Zodiac: Libra ♎️

Abilities/Talents: can change the tone of his voice, can sing and dance very well, the BEST cook/baker, veeeeery flexible (physically), great mixologist (kinda), gifted in the arts (skilled in sketching, painting, and even sculpture) *could definitely become an artist if he really wanted to*

Alignment: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion: Christianity

Sins: envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages: English, Spanish (Puerto Rican, Argentinian, Mexican, and Spaniard dialects)

Family: Angelo Miguel Sanchéz (father), Maria Reyez (mother/not present), Tiko Sanchéz (deceased older brother), Miguel Vasquez (Cousin), Mia Sanchéz (older sister) (lost connection to all family members)

Friends: Faith Seed, Sharky Boshaw, Hurk Drumbman Jr., Mary May, Jerome Jeffries, Wheaty, Eli Palmer, Adelaide

Sexuality: heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship status: single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating / it’s complicated

Libido: sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent

Build: slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy

hair: white / blonde (highlights)/ brunette / red / black / other

Eyes: brown / blue / gray / green / black / other

Skin: pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other

Height: 5′6

Scars: Has a scar on his throat when he was slashed by an adversary (when he was still working for his father), self harm scars on his arms), has a slashes on his back and arms from a corrupt doctor in the Psychiatric hospital he stayed at, Scar of the word “PRIDE” on his butt from John Seed (was done by him out of spite) likes to show that one off sometimes

Features: Most of his scars, whether they were by him or from others, are covered by tattoos. Many of his tattoos consist of plants (roses, blossoms, marigolds, and small flowers) butterflies and birds, a snake, as well as words/symbols with personal meaning (ex: “Don’t Tread on Me”), one big tattoo on his right shoulder of a lion with a king’s crown, embellished by ferns.

dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake (b o t h)|| fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword or bow || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future

Five songs that remind you of them:

1. Whatever Lola Wants - Sarah Vaughan

2. Death of a Bachelor- Panic! At the Disco

3. Genius - Labrinth, Sia, and Diplo (slowed)

4. All For Us - Labrinth

5. Holy - PVRIS

[dreams-of-the-arcana]

Little comfort ficlet ❤️

Pairing: Tikos x Jasmine Faucher ( @xvi-the-tower )

Warnings: Pregnancy, fear of pregnancy

Together

“I can’t do this.”

Jasmine Faucher, pirate, thief, lover of dangerous men, sounded so soft and scared. Tikos’ heart broke to hear her like that. This was the woman who fought beside him without a word of complaint no matter the bad situations they got in. He’d watched her shrug off injuries and push through emotional pain. This, however, this was something so new and different to the both of them.

“миленик,” he spoke gently and thread his fingers through hers. “My beautiful, strong, amazing Siren. You have conquered every challenge you’ve ever encountered, aye? I’ve seen you rise above no matter the situation.”

Jas groaned in pain and shook her head. Another contraction shook through her body, sending fear directly to her heart. The baby was coming. She curled a hand around her swollen belly as if she could just keep them inside through will.

“I can’t. Kats, I can’t do it. It’s too soon. The Doctor said… they said we’d have more time! I’m not ready! I can’t…”

“You can, Darling. You can! You and I can do anything together.”

“T…”

“No arguing, sailor. I’m here with you and you have all my strength as well.”

Watery violet eyes turned to look at him. Tikos slipped his free hand up to cup her jaw. He smiled for her, so she would find comfort in the familiar look.

“I’ve got you and I’ll be here right with you the entire time. Aye?”

Jas let the tears flow and nodded. She was still scared and she’d been scared since first finding out about being pregnant. Tikos was there for all of it though. He’d held her hand through the fear, rubbed her aching feet, even carried her to their tub when they were sure this was happening.

Jasmine let him calm her by cupping water to pour over her. Slowly, her hand left her belly and slid down into the water. Tikos was using his magic to keep it the perfect temperature, a little sign of how he cared so thoroughly about her.

“… I’m still scared.”

Tikos leaned forward to press his forehead to hers. They both closed their eyes and took a moment to just breathe.

“We can do this, my love.”

Finally, she felt safe

[dreams-of-the-arcana]

Took a bit but here it is! @positive-meme-experience

Pairing: Zotikos “Tikos” Orion Katsaros-Yakinthos X Jasmine Faucher ( @xvi-the-tower’s OC)

⚠️ Warnings: Violence, Description of injuries, Blood, mild Possessive Behavior, Fire, Stitches (This is kind of dark so please read with that in mind) ⚠️

Mine Now

The crew of the Charybdis’ Decent were not strangers to conflict. If anything it seemed as though they drew it straight to themselves. Or maybe it was as the First Mate often suggested and the hideous figurehead brought it instead of protecting them. Tikos refused to remove it though, insisting his Siren was much better than some generic deity who would expect things.

So as the ship gripped tightly to another and the crew swarmed on board with weapons at the ready, it could even be considered a normal day. Chaos erupted on the deck of their opponent. Flashes of steel and loud yells of challenge flew from everywhere. In the midst of it was their Captain. Tikos brandished a sabre along with a hungry grin, his eye taking in everything. Alongside him was his faithful companion, Jasmine Faucher. The pair traded jokes as they sparred and boasted as to who would take down more enemies. Nothing got an opponent quite as angry as being disrespected during a battle and it happened to be a specialty of theirs.

“Oh look here, Darlin’. I believe this big sword is compensating for something,” Tikos laughed loudly and pulled the sword straight out of their hand.

“Must be, Cap! Compensating for lack of skill!” She returned and launched her chain and sickle at anyone who tried to approach Tikos’ back.

“Think you’re scary? Think again.”

“What should we have for dinner? I’m getting bored here!”

“Stay down and watch me count out your coin or get up and see what happens. Your choice.”

Back and forth they went happily, seemingly having the time of their life.

Then suddenly Jas spotted a large figure with a hidden dagger out of the corner of her eye.

“Watch out!”

She yelled and launched herself at Tikos who went stumbling away just in time. Jas unfortunately just put herself exactly in line with the dagger. It bit into her shoulder and dragged for a fraction of a second before being pulled back out. When Tikos regained his bearings he quickly jumped at the attacker with his bare hands. They went tumbling to the floor where Tikos pulled them into a tight headlock. Now he was quiet as he strained his muscles to block their airway until they lost consciousness. He dropped them unceremoniously and stood up to look towards Jas. She waved the hand on her uninjured shoulder and silently reassured him. Though she expected he’d want to make sure personally.

But Tikos had missed seeing the knife strike her entirely. So he gave a relieved sigh and put his boot on the knocked out persons back.

“How nice of you to join us, Captain Houghton. Haven’t seen you since... well since you slithered away from our deal like a coward!”

Jas usually loved watching this part. Something about seeing her lover standing proud and victorious sent excitement straight through her. But as she felt her wound start to pulse with her adrenaline waning, she wanted to get to the Doctor. So, stealthily she snuck away back to the Charybdis’ Decent to find them.

Tikos didn’t notice at first, he’d gotten used to Jas being around and watching. Usually it led to the two of them being unable to keep their hands to themselves as soon as things were settled. But as he tossed Houghton into the cell and looked around he couldn’t find her anywhere.

“Heh,” Houghton chuckled as he pulled himself up to sit against the bars.

“Got somethin’ to say?”

“It took me a bit but I figured it out.”

Tikos wouldn’t humor him by prompting any more and instead waited.

“That girl,” Houghton finally said. “Honestly Zo, I didn’t expect to find you shacking up with August’s sloppy seconds.”

But Houghton had made a grave mistake, he hadn’t waited for Tikos to close the locked door before saying anything. Tikos soon showed him the error in this.

A sickening crunch filled the brig and caused Houghton’s imprisoned crew to recoil in fear. Then a scream followed, one of intense pain. Houghton curled into himself defensively while Tikos hovered overhead with his fist still raised and bloody.

“Y-you broke my... my fucking nose!”

“Shut up,” Tikos’ voice was calm and cold. “Say another word or even think about her and I’ll put you on the bottom of this ship myself. That’s my woman. Get it? Mine. Now pick yourself up, you look like a disgrace.”

He stood still as a statue until Houghton stood back up. As soon as he was back on his feet Tikos slammed his knee into his stomach which sent him right back down with another groan of pain.

“This time, stay down.”

With that Tikos swept out of the brig. Frustration still biting at his heels. It’d been some time since he’d heard that name mentioned and the anger never subsided. For the time being, he wanted to find Jas and hopefully work out the pent up tension.

The longer he searched though the more it built. Where could she even be? It wasn’t like her at all. By this time after a fight they’d be locked together where ever they decided was fit and enjoying the afterglow. Something wasn’t right and it just doubled his frustration. She was definitely going to get all of it when he got his hands on her.

Soon he was completely pissed and throwing open doors with much more force than necessary. The usual rush of endorphins after a battle had soured. Until finally he found the right door.

As soon as the Doctor’s door flew open, Jas jumped in her seat and hissed in pain. They’d been mid-stitch and the Doc gave her a stern warning not to move again: ‘No matter who comes in throwing a tantrum.’

Tikos strode inside angrily until he spotted Jas laid out on the little cot. His eye snapped to the needle repairing her shoulder. The room fell silent, dangerously silent. Jasmine squirmed under her Captain’s hard gaze (and maybe because a heat had begun to pool in her belly) while he stood motionless and watched. She knew that look, oh Arcana did she know that look well. The Doctor continued his work, blatantly ignoring the anger from one occupant and the building sexual tension of another.

‘Kids,’ he thought to himself.

“... who did this.”

It wasn’t a question, Jasmine knew that, it was an order. One that sent a shudder down her spine.

“It’s really not that ba-“

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Jasmine shut her mouth immediately. The look on his face was cold and calculating. He was replaying the battle trying to find any instance where she was out of his sight. It dawned upon him and he ground his teeth together.

“Houghton.”

“Yes, but I put myself between you two willingly-“

“Stop talking. I’m going to fucking make him suffer...”

With that command he turned and left the bay. Jas turned an apologetic but questioning look to the Doctor who only rolled his eyes.

“You can chase after him when I’m done and not a moment sooner.”

She huffed and sank back down on the bed with a pout. It was only a little cut. But she knew whatever Tikos was planning would be much worse than anyone could anticipate. Oh how she wanted to be there to watch it unfold.

Only a few long hours later, Tikos stepped back into the med bay. The same hard look on his face as he gave her the briefest gesture to follow him. Jasmine hurried to obey and rushed to his side. He led the way back out and onto Charybdis’ Decent’s deck. The entire crew of the captured ship stood in a line along the port side of the ship all shackled together and waiting. In front of them was Houghton, dried blood down the front of his face and shirt. The Charybdis’ Decent crew seemed to vibrate with energy. They knew what was coming and they couldn’t wait to watch it.

Tikos took his place in front of Houghton.

“You’ve been defeated, Jakob Houghton. As such I now revoke your title as Captain. I claim your ship, The Hades Damned as mine.”

The crew snickered, it was the highest dishonor to a Captain to not only lose their ship but be publicly humiliated like this. They couldn’t wait to get to shore and spread the tale.

Jasmine’s eyes were fixed on Tikos though, she knew there was more to this.

“Now Houghton,” he stepped forward and lifted the other man up by his lapels. “Watch.”

Tikos dropped him facing the port side where The Hades Damned sat. Confusion clear on the parts of his face not too swollen to emote.

“Zo, what are y-,” Houghton started.

“RELEASE!” Tikos cried out.

The other ship began to float away slowly while everyone aboard watched. Confusion ran rampant, why would Tikos set loose a ship? A ship he could sell or claim for his own fleet. It didn’t make sense.

... But it soon did.

Tikos raised a hand towards the ship as it moved away faster. Almost storm force winds pushing it away. Suddenly a loud explosion shook through the air and set The Hades Damned ablaze.

Jasmine gasped aloud, that had been a fine ship and now it would burn into nothing in minutes. All because the Captain had hurt her. The burning of The Hades Damned was nothing compared to the desire coursing through her at that realization. Tikos had set all this up to make the person who hurt her suffer. She looked over at the slack jawed pirate watching his ship burn. A grin tugged at her lips. But Tikos wasn’t done yet.

“Now, two miles in the opposite direction of your useless hull is an island. I suggest you swim fast, Houghton.”

Before anyone could process, Tikos reared back and kicked him firmly off the ship into the water. Many of the crew ran to the edge to watch as Houghton desperately swam for his life. Laughs and jeers rained down on him.

Tikos didn’t stop to watch and instead turned to the crew in shackles with a cold eye.

“Any of you having any strong feelings about what just happened?”

They smartly said nothing.

“Good, take them back to the brig.”

Finally, he turned to look at Jasmine. The intensity in his eye stunned her for a moment and she couldn’t move a single inch.

“You and I have unfinished business.”

“But... but what if Houghton gets away? What if he comes back with a grudge? He definitely hates you now so-“

“That won’t happen.”

“How can you be so sure? What if-“

His hand reached out and covered her mouth. Slowly he leaned in close until she could feel his breath on her ear where he whispered.

“There’s no island.”

A hard shudder ran through her again and she knew she was in for a sleepless night. She couldn’t wait to start.