#[Phoebus Duchamp]

[sins-of-the-sea]

>Could have drawn another cute Christmas art

>Could even be fucked up like the Master decorating bleached coral like a Christmas tree and the Seven are the decorations

>Even have a starfish as the tree star

>Nah, even more fucked up shitpost because writing and drawing anything is hard when you're marathoning Christmas movies at work

Merry Christmas, everyone.

#[Phoebus Duchamp] #the Phoebus art is mine but the background/source comic isn't so.... #is this Mun's Art or Not the Mun's Art? #*THUNK* #immolation tw #[Memes] #[The Cruel Choice] #[Promise of the Peach Tree]

[lookthedevilintheeye]

In general, the Hero Crews will have a Sin Pirate as their antagonistic counterpart, but it's seldom ever 1:1, especially with the corresponding cardinal sin. For instance, Ruixiong is Sing-Lung's counterpart, but Sing's greated Sin is Wrath (wanting revenge for San-Gwong). Meanwhile, as much as Captain Ravyn is, well, Captain to her Crew, but her Sin counterpart is Abena, despite Ravn's biggest sin being Greed.

It's mostly regarding the personal narratives of the characters. Ravyn is a mother who is aloof and distant from her son, Omar, thus grabbing the attention and animosity of the Sin of Envy (who lost her own child). Meanwhile, Sing-Lung has been removed from Chinese culture as an orphan and dearly loves San-Gwong, and well, Ruixiong has been removed as well and is the one who (reluctantly) killed San-Gwong.

So not everyone is going to have a rough 1:1 thematic match like Phoebus and Isaac. I don't think Isaac's greatest sin is Sloth anyway. Pride?? idk. I'll see in the future when the stories are more developed.

#[About Captain Ravyn] #[About Sing-Lung] #[About Isaac] #[Guest: Phoebus Duchamp] #[Guest: Abena Frascona] #[Guest: Wang Ruixiong]

[hriobzagelthewanderer]

Rumination and Repose

Closed Starter for @sins-of-the-sea;

Two Souls, two sides of the same coin, ever held in orbit of each other even as they tore at each other, struggling to find balance. That is what was beheld of Guy and Phoebus Duchamp from the perspective of their Master's Rival, at least when watered down.

But reductionism is the last thing on the 'Great Spirit's' Mind, as he meditates not far off, watching and contemplating on the recent events... before he reaches a decision, and reaches out...

Before a soul of pale blue, a wooden snake appears within his psyche, with emerald eyes glinting curiously as it seems to regard the displaced medic... before twisting upon itself and becoming a staff, which where once it was alone found itself in the gentle grip of the same figure that had observed as he renewed his vows... smiling softly, if somewhat sadly at the fellow redhead.

Hello again, Phoebus. Would you terribly mind if I wished to talk to you right now? I wish to offer my assistance - it would be poor of me to convince you to be better only to let you suffer in silence... even if in self-harming ways, you have done your best to stick to your word, and one way or another I feel I must honor that with whatever aid I may muster, one Healer to another...

Before a soul of bright fuchsia, a wooden snake appears within his dreamings, with amber eyes glinting cryptically as it seems to regard the heartbroken duelist... before twisting upon itself and becoming a staff, which where once it was alone found itself in the gentle grip of the same figure that had tried to offer warnings to him... scowling down at the fellow redhead, if with a notable sense of self-reproach to his tone.

Hello again, Guy. I do wish to offer my condolences for how things have progressed, I would not have wished this on either- no, any of you. Dark as things may seem, however, I do wish to stress that not all is lost... would you mind if I offered some advice in these troubling times?

#ic #sins of the sea #readmored for effect #the fool - mainline #the navy languid medic #the fuschia ardent flameheart

[artofimmy]

Boy howdy, the Assassin's Creed movie was so shit.

#devil's eye #wang ruixiong #guy duchamp #giovanni vespucci #abena frascona #rashid #phoebus duchamp #captain josep frascona #blood tw #assassin's creed #assassin's creed film #assassins's creed spoilers #ac spoilers #immy's art #artists on tumblr

[demandezglassjoe]

[sins-of-the-sea] [Phoebus] “My sword, my arm, my life, I pledge to you, my king.”

The young king blinked in surprise at the young physician for a moment. 

“Uh… The Crown accepts your gracious offer, Doctor.” That was Uncle’s phrase, wasn’t it? It didn’t seem nearly enough, so Joseph gave him a small smile. “I hope it doesn’t come to that, but…” He bit his lower lip and paused. Finally, he motioned at a high-backed chair next to the doctor before taking his own seat.

“Doctor Duchamp?” he asked in a low voice, almost unconsciously rubbing the pock marks on his cheek. “What do you know about smallpox?”

#((he's speaking his native language so he's less stilted btw)) #sins-of-the-sea #royal!au

[sins-of-the-sea]

"Ohh, sweetie!! Baby girl!! I LOVE spiders!! That is so many! This is so wonderful, I love you!!"

Flop.

".........Do I take this as a good thing that he reacted at all???"

#[Dashboard Commentary] #all fleshed out #ALSFJASOIFH MOLLYYYYYY #arachnophobia tw #[Abena Frascona] #[Phoebus Duchamp]

[sins-of-the-sea]

-Promise of the Peach Tree-

"Come on, Phi." Ruixiong places some scissors and red paper on Phoebus' lap….

Nada.

Ruixiong exhales. "Phoebus. Make decorations with me."

Nope. No response.

He tries again, this time being far more specific. "I am asking you to cut up shapes on this paper."

Still no.

"….Cut a line on this paper," he specifically says, sliding the paper and scissors closer…

And there it is. Phoebus lowers his head slowly to pick up the scissors and… cut a single line. No shape, no creativity. And once that line is cut, the paper and scissors are put down. The prompt is fulfilled, and nothing else is needed or wanted.

"……..

"FUCKING BULLSHIT!!" Ruixiong yells as he outright flips the table, spilling everything atop of it. "This isn't you, Phoebus!! It's one thing to be Slothful! It's one thing to be useless! Then there is just being devoid of anything and everything that makes you you for our safety and well-being!! I refuse to believe you're in this dulled state wholly because of what Guy did to you, or that you asked to be like this!

"It has to be the Master!! The Master tricked you into accepting this fate! He strung up some cockamamie bullshit that convinced you into thinking hiding away from people who care about you is the best way to keep them safe!! Well, let me tell you one thing, you dunderheaded limp noodle!!

"I am SICK of people hiding themselves away thinking it's for the best of everyone! Do you hear me?! Guy did this all year, and I had to work hard to the bone to get Giovanni out of the cellar in his mind! You think I'm not going to try to coax you out and come back to the living world?! Back to the sun, sky, moon, and stars?! Back to your friends?! Your family?! Your paramour?! Everybody I know you love?!"

No dice.

"………………..

"You're definitely going to be much harder to reach, that's for certain. Well, guess what, Phoebus….

"I'm not giving up on you. I don't know what lies the Master said to you to accept burying your soul within you… but I know they're lies. He lies. He's always lying. And I want you to see the truth. What that truth is… I'll find it for you.

"No matter what it takes."

#[Promise of the Peach Tree] #welp time to cry for a more wholesome reason now #[Wang Ruixiong] #[Phoebus Duchamp]

[sins-of-the-sea]

The Sin Crew watches 'Turandot' live in La Fenice, Venice, Italy, 1926!

//I was going to seat the boys and have the second Duchamp brother (whom you'd have to guess who is which brother) with them on the same row (and facepalming the whole time), but then I realized balcony seating would have not just allowed more flexible seating for easier posing and composition, but FUCK recreating Teatro la Fenice from the stalls (the ground seats).

So instead, balcony seating. Guy clearly decided to skip on watching Turandot with his brother and the other Himbos because he wanted to watch Josep and Rashid argue over if the Prince should pair with Turandot or Liu.

#I am currently OBSESSED with this opera #for all the WRONG reasons lmao #EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS OPERA IS SO BATSHIT #I HAD to have Giovanni and Ruixiong react to it #I WOULDN'T SLEEP IF I DIDN'T DOODLE THIS #[Modern AU] #[Giovanni Vespucci] #[Wang Ruixiong] #[Phoebus Duchamp] #[The Himbo Squad]

[sins-of-the-sea]

The Sin Crew (well, just Phoebus) watch 'How the Grinch Stole Christmas' (2000)!

"Damn, Martha May Whovier! Get it, girl.~"

#ASFLIASHFSAHIOSA PHI KNOWS WHERE IT IS AT LMAO #I LAUGHED EVERY TIME MARTHA MAY SHOWED UP LIKE -DAMN GIRL- #monsterfucker solidarity yo #first time watching the movie since the theaters in 2000 so it was a nostalgia bomb for me <3 #[Phoebus Duchamp] #[The Sin Crew Watches]

[sins-of-the-sea]

@thelittlestdemon, Phoebus and Sacara reunite, but....

Guy stirs upon hearing Soc. "O-oh!… Miss Sacara. I'm… so sorry for everything that has happened." He turns to Phoebus to see if was responding to Soc's thumb brushing against his skin. He's not.

The younger twin takes in a deep breath, having prepared for what to say to her once he comes. Now is the time. He seems anxious to speak, but he knows Sacara and those close to her do not deserve to be left in the dark. G-d knows how much good that did.

"First off…. I'm really, really sorry to hear what happened to Jacob, Shylow, and Prometheus. Rashid was able to resurrect, but both he and my Captain are completely torn and broken for… having failed to protect anyone. But they want you to know….. they're so very sorry. Right now, they are not in any sort of state to come forward, so I've come to speak on their behalf. Please don't hold their shortcomings against them. We are not accustomed to fighting powerful beings without being a complete group of Seven. I know it's not an excuse, but…. it's an explanation, at least.

"As for Phoebus…" Oh. This is especially the hard part. "An… accident happened. He…. got caught up in my fire as we fought off an intruder on our ship. As a result, he was burned to ashes, and his soul as a result was sent to my Master. We had to plead for him back, to which he was returned to us…. at this state." Guy looks at Sacara. "I am praying he won't be this state forever… I figure the Master is still holding onto Phi's soul until the Crew and I can prove to him we can be more responsible with him.

"And so, Miss Sacara…. I- …. I want to tell you…. and perhaps Ma'at….. a warning. A really big one. I pray you won't hold this against us. Because… for us to prove we can be responsible with Phoebus, and in order for us to have him fully return to us…"

A pause.

"….We need to do a soul raid."

#AFIASFHSOIHAOIHF AAAAAAA THE PAIN TRAIN CONTINUES- #thelittlestdemon #[Guy Duchamp] #[Phoebus Duchamp]

[sins-of-the-sea]

The Cruel Choice

It is time.

The fog rolls in….

The civilians at the coastline lose sight of even the lights that brighten the piers. Movement stills as though impeded by water. The colors fade into a listless white as a chill creeps over the crowds. Barely anyone can feel their own breath.

They come….

No one can hear their own voices, or the voices of their loved ones. They are deafened by the waves of the sea as the crushing depths can be felt emerging among them.

They come…

What was supposed to be a wintry holiday to enjoy with family and friends have now dulled into a chilly stop. The salts of the ocean air prickle into one’s neck, the creaking of wood heard among those even while standing on concrete. A whisper in the wind. The sighing of a song.

They come…

O̷h̸ ̷l̵o̷s̴t̴ ̸c̶h̸i̵l̷d̶ ̷F̷o̷r̵s̶a̶k̸e̶n̵ ̶a̸n̵d̴ ̸a̶l̵o̸n̸e̸ ̶S̵o̵u̵l̸ ̴r̸e̶v̵i̶l̴e̶d̶ ̸W̸i̷t̴h̴ ̸n̵o̷w̷h̷e̴r̶e̶ ̶t̷o̴ ̴g̴o̵ ̶ ̶H̴e̷a̸r̶t̵ ̷i̸n̶ ̷t̵w̵a̵i̵n̸ ̷C̷a̸s̸t̴ ̸a̶w̷a̵y̶ ̶e̴v̶e̶r̵m̶o̷r̷e̷ ̶T̴a̵k̵e̷ ̷y̵o̴u̸r̷ ̶p̶a̵i̴n̵ ̷A̸n̵d̸ ̴c̶o̶m̵e̶ ̸t̷o̵ ̴t̷h̷e̶ ̵s̴e̴a̷ ̸ ̶‘̴B̶r̸a̷c̵e̸ ̷t̷h̷e̵ ̶d̴e̴e̸p̴ ̸S̵u̵b̴m̶i̶t̵ ̵a̶l̴l̶ ̷y̶o̶u̴r̷ ̵h̷a̴t̵r̶e̵d̸ ̸G̴o̶ ̷t̷o̴ ̴s̷l̴e̴e̷p̷ ̴S̵u̴c̸c̴u̷m̶b̵ ̵t̴o̷ ̶t̷h̷e̵ ̷d̶a̴r̴k̶ ̴ ̸O̸c̴e̴a̴n̸s̴ ̶w̵i̴d̸e̸ ̴T̷o̵ ̸t̶a̴k̷e̷ ̷a̶l̵l̶ ̵s̴o̴u̶l̸s̶ ̷w̵i̵t̴h̶i̵n̶ ̶Y̷’̵c̷a̴n̵n̵o̴t̸ ̷h̴i̵d̶e̴ ̴F̸o̵r̸e̵v̶e̶r̶ ̶a̴w̸a̵i̸t̷s̵ ̴ ̶T̶h̸e̷ ̵e̷n̷d̸ ̸i̷s̷ ̴n̴e̶a̶r̶ ̸W̶e̷’̶v̷e̸ ̵c̵o̵m̷e̵ ̴t̷o̵ ̴t̵a̶k̵e̵ ̴y̵o̷u̸ ̸i̸n̴ ̸D̷e̵s̸p̷a̶i̵r̸ ̵a̵n̵d̶ ̵f̴e̸a̴r̵ ̷S̴u̵r̵r̸e̴n̸d̷e̸r̷ ̸y̷o̷u̷r̶ ̵s̵i̵n̵

#I DID IT #AT LAST I DID IT #you have NO IDEA how long I've struggled to write this #it sucks imo but AT LEAST IT IS DONE #I can always revise and improve AAAA #[The Cruel Choice] #thalassophobia tw #[Mun's Art] #[Captain Josep Frascona] #[Abena Frascona] #[Rashid al-Qadar] #[Wang Ruixiong] #[Guy Duchamp] #[Phoebus Duchamp] #[Giovanni Vespuccii]

[sins-of-the-sea]

Got tagged by @thesafaribaggirl-returns to do this cute little Picrew! Have a quartet of dumdums.

Tagging… YOU.

#picrew #mobile #[The Himbo Squad] #[Wang Ruixiong] #[Giovanni Vespucci] #[Guy Duchamp] #[Phoebus Duchamp]

[sins-of-the-sea]

The Cruel Choice

The Master lumbers around like a shadow in the smoke as armed forces move further in while helicopters cover the skies. He doesn’t lift a finger as his own thralls are being fired upon, gravely wounding them all. Ruixiong receives a bullet to the neck while Abena gains two on her torso. Rashid, being the biggest target, has four on his back, forcing him to lower his shield around Phoebus as he falls forward, nearly dead.

And despite the rain of bullets, the Master does nothing but talk. He takes the time to speak to his thralls as the armed forces take cover briefly in case the Seven fire back, not knowing for sure what they were dealing with other than the fact they can clear an entire pier in such small numbers. Sorcery? Advanced weaponry? They don’t know, and they must be careful to act accordingly. And yet still, the Master speaks, unafraid of their approach as his thralls lay on the ground, bleeding and dying.

“Did you think anyone would just come here to thank you for saving lives when you destroyed others? Did you truly believe, for a moment, that anyone would look upon you favorably for discerning which souls to spare and which ones to take?”

The Master takes an unfallen chair and seats himself onto it, going as far as to cross his legs as he rests a hand on a knee.

“Your actions with those hostages proved nothing. Nothing but the very fact you will never be seen as anymore than murderers and monsters. Those hostages did not see human faces; they saw demons. They didn’t see hands, they saw fog and fire. They didn’t see eyes; they saw sin. Your sin. All of your sins.

“There was no righteousness in your actions. Only cowardice. You hide your deeds beneath the mask of goodwill for humanity. But such goodwill is false. You know it. You know there are consequences in defying me… me, who always knows what is best for you. Did I demand you finish the job out of sheer cruelty? Oh, my beloved children… 

“I knew this would happen to you. Because this is what happened to you in Mactan. In Jeddah. In Beijing. And in Tortuga. You come in with good intentions, hoping to survive… only for you to die for doing the right thing.

“...But I am merciful, aren’t I? I gave you what you needed. And it seems, for all your hard work… I will have to step in again.” The Master raises his head as grenades are being ready while the armored trucks and helicopters close in…

“M-Master…”

“N-No….”

The Master turns his head towards Guy in particular. He smirks as he looks upon his leg in particular… the same leg that was wounded and introduced the fever that nearly killed him in 1521.

“Oh, Guy… how much you suffered this entire year. You only wished for it all to end. All because of some little words your brother said around this time last year.”

“...............”

“.......Would you ilke to know… the conditions of Phoebus’ Pact?”

“To… sell his soul…. To save my life…”

“...It was more than that.”

“......................”

“.....Phoebus the First. Son of Avignon. Child of the Persecuted by the Crown and the Cross.”

“................”

“Show them the true deliverer of all pain and suffering in the world. The true meaning of death.”

“..............”

“P-Phoebus…..”

Phoebus rises from the debris….

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And says nothing. Nothing as the men, armored and armed, release their weapons to sip into a slumber.

First their eyes close.

Then their breath escapes their lips.

Then their eyes sink into their sockets. Their tongues roll back into their skulls. Their blood pools. Their skin tightens.

Then they rot. Then the flies and maggots die and rot. Any rat and roach that survived the chaos on the piers fell over and slept before fading away. Kelp that washed ashore curl and dry up even while the tides are still high. Seagulls and petrels lose strength mid flight. Foam and detritus containing dead fish form along the waves as everything dies.

Everything.

Even the drivers of the vehicles still going. The helicopters spin out of control and crash into the sea as well as the armored trucks, drowning anyone left who may have resisted Sloth’s slumber.

No words. No commands. Even the wind is dead. And nothing is left.

Only an eternal sleep.

Sloth.

#death tw #murder tw #violence tw #blood tw #guns tw #body horror tw #[The Cruel Choice] #[The Master] #[Captain Josep Frascona] #[Abena Frascona] #[Guy Duchamp] #[Phoebus Duchamp]

[sins-of-the-sea]

"Hey, wasn't there a time Giovanni was placed in the WVBA, starting in the Minor Circuit?"

"It, uh... didn't last long."

"Why not? It's not like he's any bigger a cheater than Great Tiger or Aran Ryan."

"About that...."

#[Dashboard Commentary] #I'm not reblogging my old post lmao #[Dumb] #[The Himbo Squad] #comic violence tw #[Mun's Art] #[Wang Ruixiong] #[Guy Duchamp] #[Giovanni Vespucci] #[Phoebus Duchamp] #punch out

[sins-of-the-sea]

After a few minutes of attempting to swallow a larger pumpkin...

"AAAAH!! Phoebus, help him!!"

"-=Heal.=-"

Ruixiong revives... with the pumpkin still in his mouth. So he collapses again.

"GET THAT THING OUT OF HIM!!"

"GAH!!" Guy tries to pry the pumpkin out of Ruixiong's mouth, but it's very difficult to open it further. "Phoebus! Loosen his jaw more!"

"-=Loosen.=-"

"Perfe-!"

Oops. Guy put more force than is needed to open Rui's mouth wider to pry the pumpkin out. He ended up ripping the jaw right off its hinges.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH-" Now it's Guy's turn to collapse.

".....If I guzzle down bleach right now after what I just witnessed, will you not revive and heal me, Phoebus? I envy your state right now."

#food tw #body horror tw #yeah you saw this coming don't lie #[The Himbo Squad] #[Wang Ruixiong] #[Guy Duchamp] #[Giovanni Vespucci] #[Phoebus Duchamp]

[sins-of-the-sea]

"Giovanni?!"

"Jinwan!!"

"Captain!! Giovanni is having an episode!!"

Josep drops everything right away and fogs through the floorboards to reach his cousin. He solidifies immediately and holds up his palms to him. "Nani!! What's going on- JESUS CHRIST!!"

Everything Giovanni says is in a mix of Venetian and Catalan. "<She's going to leave me….. she's going to leave me…>"

"<Giovanni! Calm down!>"

<"She's going to fly away and leave me forever! They'll try to take her away from me! They'll come and take her away from me forever!>"

"<Who, Giovanni?! Who?! The Master?! The Little Demons?! Who- >"

"<I WILL NOT LET THEM TAKE ANNALISE AWAY FROM ME!!> I SOLDATI FURROW MA QING ANAK PERMANACER! BISOGNO DIOS!! WALA FUNDO DOS PIASSARE!! GUIXING ELEISON MALAKAS!"

Once any semblance of coherency is lost, in any language, Josep immediately swings the door open. He cries out in Portuguese, "Ohhhhhh, nononono, Phoebus!! Phoebus!! Help!! Put him to sleep!!"

Thankfully Phoebus is close by. "-=Calm.=-"

"Wo xing sui… hindi naiintindihan…." Giovanni collapses on the floor, fully sedated.

Everyone sighs in relief. "That had to be the sharpest escalation of symptoms I've ever seen in a very long time. What could have brought this on?"

"He's likely worried about Annalise's missing dragonskin. We need to keep looking. If he's suffering so much stress his brain literally can't handle it, I can't imagine his bride and unborn child…"

#[Event: Clipped Wings] #mental illness tw #[Captain Josep Frascona] #[Abena Frascona] #[Rashid al-Qadar] #[Wang Ruixiong] #[Guy Duchamp] #[Phoebus Duchamp] #[Giovanni Vespuccii]