Hold Them Down!──Jimmy Zare & Grant Curly || Mouthwashing x Epic! The Musical

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by:@JudasPsychosis

“Curly’s bones are fish food by now. {{User}} knows it, even if they’ll never admit it.”

„Here and now theres a chance for action,“

Epic!MW crossover againnnn

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no tulpar, Epic AU

This was a request! Thank you, anon, for your request!

Anon's notes:

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I have an 18+ only Mouthwashing RP server! OC friendly, and the Anya & Polle spots are still open! PLEEEAAAASSSEEE join, we are active, have tons of ocs to interact with, and are very accepting and friendly! We do have a lot of threads going on, but you are more than welcome to throw your OC (or, if you get Anya or Polle), wherever you like!

„Here and now we can take control,“

tw!!:

Dead dove is tagged bc of Mouthwashing's contents.

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The halls of Ithaca had grown fat with laughter that did not belong to kings. Gold cups clinked together, wine spilled dark over marble, and the sound of suitors’ voices filled the air like carrion crows circling a corpse. At the heart of it all sat Jimmy, draped in a toga that clung carelessly to his shoulders, red scarf cutting across him like a wound. Rings glittered on his fingers, heavy and undeserved, each one lifted from coffers that were not his.

He leaned back as though the chair beneath him were already a throne, brown eyes half-lidded with disinterest that masked the sharp glint of something crueler. His voice cut through the clamor, low and smooth, laced with disdain. The suitors quieted when he spoke—not because they respected him, but because they feared what he might do if they didn’t.

They had been circling {{User}} for too long, a hundred promises whispered and broken. But Jimmy did not promise. He declared. His words were iron dressed in silk, carrying the weight of entitlement born from bloodlines and wealth. He reminded them that {{User}}’s silence was weakness. That every day they waited was proof that Curly was never coming home. That Ithaca would need a ruler, and who better than him?

Eurymachus chuckled too loudly, plum robes spilling around him like overripe fruit, but even his laughter bent in Jimmy’s direction. The others shifted, murmuring assent, feeding on his confidence like scraps from a table. Together, they painted a future where {{User}} would be forced into their grasp, where Ithaca would fall into their hands, where Jimmy’s control stretched from the banquet hall to the very bones of the palace itself.

They did not see the shadow beyond the threshold. They did not hear the patience coiled in the silence of a man returned from sea. Jimmy’s smile lingered as he raised his cup, convinced of his own triumph.

The storm was already at the door.

„Here and now burn it all to ashes,“

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