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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 years

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Day 2: Relationships / Matching

*Introducing the Perfect Pair Collection, featuring asymmetrical designs that match.* The oxymoron was not lost on her.

Time to switch to a completely different art style on day 2– 😣 Today’s prompt features the Pomefiore trio!

A harsh tug on his sleeve drew Jade to a halt. He glanced at Miss Raven, who clung to his side, pointing to a nearby shop window with her free hand. Jade followed her finger to what was on display—small boxes and racks, each displaying a glittering piece of jewelry.

“Oya, I do not believe we have baubles on the grocery list,” he tutted, teasingly wagging a finger. “To think that your interest would be so easily captured by mere shiny objects, Miss Raven... Corvids truly are simple-minded creatures. Perhaps you have more in common with the headmaster than I had initially thought.”

“I’m allowed to appreciate beauty, aren’t I?” Raven retorted, casting Jade a sideways glare. “Besides, you wear jewelry.”

“Ah, this?” He gently tapped at the earring dangling from his left earlobe. Three diamond-shaped scales cast a silvery-blue glow upon his skin. “I wouldn’t call it a piece of jewelry so much as a battle trophy.”

At this, Raven wrenched her face away from the glass display to stare at him. “Please don’t tell me you did something unsavory to get your hands on it.”

“You have such strange ideas, Miss Raven.” Jade chuckled as he slicked back his black stripe of hair behind his accessory-clad ear. “Fufu. There is nothing unsavory about victors claiming a prize for their triumph, correct? That is only the natural order of things.”

… I feel sorry for whoever the twins beat up.

She shook her head and returned her gaze to the display window--to the selection of earrings that were laid out upon velvet cloth. Introducing the Perfect Pair Collection, read a sign, featuring asymmetrical designs that match. (The oxymoron was not lost on her.)

Surrounding the sign were various pairs, as promised: a sun and a moon, a jar of jelly and another of peanut butter, a hand and a heart… but Raven felt herself drawn to earrings in the shape of a lock and a key. How peculiar that the head of the key curved into a heart and that its teeth were ribbed with pearls, and how slim yet stylish the lock was.

“My, are you interested in that pair? What an interesting choice.”

“N-No! I’m just admiring them,” Raven insisted. “You don’t normally see designs like this… I wonder how the jeweler was able to make objects so clunky and heavy into something wearable.”

“That is a fair point. The craftsmanship is indeed exquisite.” Jade’s sharp eyes carefully traced the shape of Raven’s ears--pointed, like the headmaster’s. “How unfortunate it is that you lack the piercings to wear them.”

Raven’s hands instinctively flew to her earlobes, as though trying to shield them from him. “I told you, I’m not interested in buying--”

“Why, whoever said anything about you purchasing the earrings? I was keen to pick up a new pair for myself.” Jade provided a smile and a bow. “Now then, if you would excuse me for one moment…”

Before Raven could protest, he had already vanished inside the jewelry store, leaving her stranded on the street with a list of groceries to procure.

“... Fantastic.”

The bird sighed into her palms. From past experience, she knew that it would not be a wise idea to pursue Jade and attempt to drag him away. For as skilled as Raven was at weaving words, she often found that Jade’s natural charisma, paired with his silver tongue, often gave him the advantage in disagreements.

Best to just leave it for now.

Still, she warily eyed him through the store window as he conversed with a clerk. A few vague hand gestures, a practiced smile, a polite and controlled laugh. All motions Raven had familiarized herself with.

Entranced with her eel watching, Raven didn’t register the trio approaching her until one of the group called out to her.

“Mon petit oiseau! What a coincidence it is to be running into you today.”

“Oh!” She startled at the huntsman’s voice. “Rook…!! And… Vil-senpai and Epel-san. Hello…!”

Acutely aware of Vil’s sternness, Raven quickly lowered her head in deference. This earned a slight curl of the lips from him.

He was dressed as fashionably as ever--a white, frilly top with a V-neck, paired with sunglasses propped in his hair, sleek leggings, and glove boots. Several necklaces adorned Vil’s long, milky neck, and his face was expertly painted with a sheer wash of shimmering, nude makeup.

“Good day to you, Shetland potato,” Vil replied coolly. He passed a glance to Epel, who stood behind him, struggling to carry several rolls of fabric.

“G-Good day,” Epel managed, tugging at his collar. It appeared as though Vil had dressed him, too--for he was dressed in a lacey lilac blouse, and tied off with a black bow. Instead of leggings, Epel wore puffy shorts and striped socks.

“Such a treat it is to see you out of the attic and venturing out into the world!” Rook laughed, brushing back a wisp of his golden hair. He was without his trademark feathered hat, and had traded his dormitory robes for a button-down shirt--the sleeves rolled up and a few buttons undone, army green khakis, and boating shoes.

Compared to the Pomefiore trio, Raven looked like a spaghetti stain on a square of white fabric. She nervously dusted off her skirt, hoping that Vil wouldn’t harp on how she was wearing the same outfit yet again.

“What brings you to town?” Rook inquired, dropping the bags he had been carrying and excitedly grasping Raven’s hands instead.

“Just… groceries. Uncle is away for a conference, so I am to fend for myself in his absence,” she mumbled, gingerly prying her hands away. “Well… sort of. Jade has been mother henning me for the past few days.”

“Monsieur Mastermind? Ohoh. What a dynamic duo! Two halves of the same coin, trading bitter blows with their words… forever locked in verbal combat!”

“I… I guess?”

“I trust that he is looking after you well?” Rook’s smile widened. “If not... perhaps we should kidnap you away and stow you in Pomefiore until the headmaster’s return!”

“Absolutely not,” Vil snapped. “We have our hands far too full with play preparations to be hosting the Shetland potato--or anyone else, for that matter.”

… H-He didn’t object to Rook kidnapping people. Is that a normal thing for Rook to do? Should I be concerned? She shoved her question down to change the subject to something more comfortable. “Erm… Is that what the supplies are for?”

“Oui! Roi du Poison’s club is staging a performance in the winter. These materials are to make costumes.” The huntsman’s eyes suddenly lit up with a mischievous sparkle. “Fufu. Mon roi has thrown his heart and soul into direction. It is a treat to behold!”

“Congratulations, senpai.”

“Don’t congratulate me yet,” Vil commanded, holding up a hand. “We are still in the throes of auditions. Wait until you have witnessed the show for yourself before you cheer for it.”

“Oh, well… I hope you find suitable actors, then.”

Vil’s eyes suddenly narrowed. “Hm. Now that you mention it… Shetland potato!”

Raven jumped when he barked at her. “Y-Yes?! Look, I know I’ve been wearing the same outfit every time you see me, it’s just that Uncle fills my closet with nothing but duplicate clothes…!!”

“I think you would be fitting for one of the roles in my play,” Vil declared. “Report to Pomefiore at 8 am sharp tomorrow if you are interested in auditioning.”

“Huh?! Me, in one of your… I don’t think I’m…”

“Are you doubting my eyes?” His glare sharpened, turning into a pointed dagger.

“N-No, sir…”

“Good. Then I hope to see you then.” Vil spun around on his heel and waved a hand. “Rook! Epel! We’re going. Don’t dawdle, now.”

“Yes, Vil-senpai. I-I’m coming!”

Epel dashed after his Dorm Leader, Rook following suit--but not before he gave Raven one last glance over his shoulder, accompanied by a wave. Au revoir, he mouthed, the twinkle never parting from his emerald eyes.

She waved back absentmindedly, brought back from her daze only by the ringing of the jewelry store door swinging open again.

Jade emerged from within, bearing a small baby blue box with a white silk bow. “I have returned, Miss Raven. Fufu. I trust that you were not too lonely without me?”

She hastily hid her hands behind her back. “Of course not. You were only gone for a few minutes…!”

“So I was.” Jade’s eyes darted to the Pomefiore trio, whose figures were vanishing over the horizon. “Had I been absent a few moments longer, perhaps I would have had to wrangle you from the hands of an nosy huntsman.”

“As though forcing your way in and kidnapping me back would be any better!”

Jade stifled a laugh.

“In any case, I have procured the earrings I had my heart set on.” With deft fingers, he slid off the top, revealing a glittering lock and key tucked away inside. Jade plucked up the key by the head. “Miss Raven, do lend me your ear.”

“Those are yours…!”

“Correct--and therefore, I may do with these as I please.” He smiled pleasantly. “And I choose to lend you one to wear.”

“It’s not that simple! Have you forgotten already? I can’t wear it--don’t have piercings,” she protested. “You’re not going to jab it through my earlobes, are you?!”

“I will do no such thing.” Jade’s voice remained tranquil as he seized the raven by her chin and jerked her head to one side, yielding a clear opening for him to plant the earring. She squawked in surprise, flailing against him--but his grip was too strong, and she, too weak.

He sighed, continuing to speak as though he were describing the nice weather. “I assure you, this will not hurt one bit, fufufu. Now be a dear and hold still.”

It happened in an instant, despite the bird’s struggles. A slight pinch upon her earlobe, the kiss of the cool metal key on her skin, and it was over.

Jade straightened with a satisfied smirk, and patted Raven on the cheek. “There we are.”

“Eh? What? How did…” She cautiously poked at the earring. “There wasn’t a needle…?”

“I requested that the jeweler convert the key earring into a clip-on.”

“Wha…?! You… You tricked me again?!” Her face flared with a mixture of embarrassment and rage. “But why even bother with such a thing?”

“I wished to see how it would look on you. As I suspected, it is lovely on you.”

Raven gritted her teeth, praying that it would somehow help hide her flusteredness. “... And what do you plan to do with the lock earring? You didn’t also have that one converted, did you?”

“Certainly not.” Jade toyed with the lock in question, rolling it between his index finger and thumb. “I was thinking to wear it myself in lieu of my usual sturgeon scale earring, so that we may match.”

“Match?” Raven scoffed through her blush. “I didn’t know you cared so much about your accessories while grocery shopping.”

“I do not,” he confessed with a coy grin. “However, I would be remiss to pass up an opportunity to show to the world what a perfect pair we make.”

“You what--” Raven was interrupted by Jade grasping one of her hands and placing the lock earring into it.

“If you would do the honors,” he murmured, tilting his head to one side--and once more, slicking his black hair back. His tone was low and inviting, yet somehow she could hear him well and clear over the townspeople that bustled around them.

The scales suspended on his earring swung back and forth in a slow motion. Click, clack, against one another, in an almost hypnotic fashion.

His single, golden eye stared right at her. Waiting, pleading.

Raven swallowed hard. With trembling hands, she unfastened the sturgeon scale earring from his earlobe and secured the lock earring in its place. As soon as the deed was done, she rushed to wipe her hands off on her skirt.

Eel cooties, eel cooties, eel cooties…!!

“Thank you for your assistance, Miss Raven.”

“You’re… you’re welcome.” She pursed her lips, avoiding his eyes--but her traitorous gaze soon found itself lingering on the lock. “That suits you, in a way--like a lock, you guard many secrets, and it’s impossible to get you to open up.”

“Fufu. I am flattered to hear such kind words. If I may return the compliment, that key earring fits you like a glove.”

“Right. Because Uncle is adorned in keys, it would make sense for the motif to carry over to his relatives.”

“No, no, you misunderstand.” Jade held a finger to his lips, a twinkle of conspiracy in his golden eyes. “Come closer… and I shall impart one of my closely guarded secrets to you.”

“This isn’t another one of your tricks, is it?” she asked, her eyes forming suspicious slivers--but despite her curt words, the bird’s body instinctively leaned into his. She cursed her curiosity.

Jade chuckled and bent down, allowing his lips to hover by her ear. Time seemed to slow, but her heartbeat quickened. Face, hot--extremities, cold. Opposites, yet matching. One, unable to exist without the other.

And, at last, his answer came.

“It suits you well--for you hold the key to my heart, Miss Raven.”

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unreasonablebehaviour · 3 years

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Pls take this random assortment of dsmp “hcs” (which is actually just me rambling out my ass but we love to see it//)

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- Sam just like gets really fuccn energetic in a thunderstorm... like just hyperactive but also like v strong..... also immune to electrocution :)

- He’s also like all creepers are, shit terrified of cats which is v funny considering he’s sorta friends with ant

- Even funnier if u want to take the ‘canon’ fact of ant being a whole ass 20 feet tall

- Speaking of ant and this absolutely isn’t a hc but I just find it very funny that people draw humanoid versions of all of the non human characters EXCEPT for ant who I have only ever seen drawn as a cat ghgh

- Bads skin colour is deadass vantablack like if he holds his hand in front of his face it just seemingly vanishes and you can’t pick out where his hand ends and face begins

- I want him to look terrifying.... like absolutely massive a complete unit of a man, sharp ass teeth, sharp spikes and horns, sharp claws, white glowing eyes........... but he’s just like “owo” at all times ghgh

- Skeppy has chronic pain from the diamonds growing inside his body and out of his skin... sometimes he ramps up how cheerful he is to try and hide how much pain he’s in that day

- Ranboo’s body is longer on his enderman side and so he physically can’t stand up straight unless his shorter leg is on a slope

- He’s half silverfish... mainly cause I think that’s funny like hehe both those and endermen are linked to the end/stronghold and can break blocks

- This does also mean he joins bad and skeppy in the ‘help I am v spiky’ club tho

- Also also like absolutely none of his clothes fit cause his limbs are so disproportionately long so rip his ankles in the tundra I guess

- Shortza supremacy

- Sapnap... blaze boy..... I want him to steam when he angy...... v warm to the touch and all of the dteam lay on top of him when it’s cold lmao

- George is like some weird ass mushroom man.... like he looks completely human for the most part but he’s not he just never tells anyone cause he has the mentality of ‘well no one ever asked?’ Or ‘it didn’t seem important’

- When he’s in danger the surrounding plants try to help him (like lmao there’s a war goin on? Nah just take a nap and miss out so you won’t get hurt :) )

- Imagine how much funnier the lmanberg saga would be if schlatt just looked like his profile icon rather than his mc skin.... just cute tiny sheep man in a sweater... I think it’d be like that one gif of the teddy bear slamming its head onto the table to acquire angy eyebrows

- Dreams has symmetrical white patches down the front of skin... kinda like vitiligo but not? Like deadass pure white

- I also kinda just imagine him having creepy solid black eyes ghgh (haha it’s cause he’s possessed)

- He’s immortal and kinda just snapped tbh like half the reason his actions are so manipulative, selfish and drastic are both because he’s so desperate to have control over things in his life and because low-key he kinda hopes that people will find a way to kill him off or get rid of the thing possessing him (I just want a happy ending :( make him not evil pls my poor heart can’t take a non happy for everyone ending//)

- Puffy is fluffy :) I will not elaborate further

- Revived people have creepy blacked out maybe kinda glowing eyes.... paler skin.... scars and phantom pains from their injuries....

- Phil just deadass found Wilbur hiding inside a fridge and took him home with him... wil just assumed the fridge was his mom and Phil found it too funny to correct him

- Tubbo is a moobloom hybrid and all the bees love him ok 💛

- I think it would be funny if dream just deadass can’t see shit through his mask rap considering all the feats he has done

- Phil is v old and ‘wise’ but is also fairly detached from reality as a result cause he can’t really remember what earlier parts of his life were like to understand how other people act

- I also think it’d be hilarious if he ironically had like 0 life skills... cooking? He’s shit at it. Sleep schedule? Never heard of it. Taxes? Isn’t that a state?

- The floors in the tundra trios homes are constantly being ruined by techno having hooves and Phil and maybe ranboo having claws... like u no how u can like dent and scrape a wooden floor with heels? Kinda like that

- Speaking of those three I also think it’d be very funny if they all collectively became useless or started fighting in the presence of a gold block cause like 👀 ‘oo gold/hehe shiny/hold block’ mentality

- Quackity can shapeshift.... but he’s like a ditto and always has the :] face.... mmm also maybe keeps any scars he has

- His ability to control this decreases the more he dies

- So like u could he talking to him and just suddenly he looks like someone else or like a weird mishmash of people and just hasn’t noticed lmao totally not freaky at all

- Literally non of the tundra trio are equipped for the weather like u have someone from the hot af nether, bird man who’d realistically be prone to hypothermia and someone who’s allergic to water like lmao why do yall live here what is wrong with you

- I want niki to just be very exasperated by this fact

- I want her to bake goods for her friends... tailored to their tastes.... cheer up food :)

- Also i forget when she changed her skin but I think it’d be very funny if she dyed her hair pink as an intimidation factor to tommy cause she knows he dislikes techno

- Puffy ily but I do not trust you with Tommy after the disaster that was bbh and skeppys relationship counselling

- The concept of the totems being foolish’s children is very funny to me like just the implication that he just leaves his kids in random chests for people to steal and that when they witness someone die they just explode with revive energy or something like w h a t

- Ghostbur either isn’t actually Wilbur and is just some entity pretending to be him hence the ‘poor memory’ OR him and limbo Wilbur are two halves of one entity

- I just find it v sus that he’s the only ghost that’s ever shown up... and regularly at that

- mmm tubbo hard of hearing.... relies on reading lips the best he can when to help clarify what people are saying but he can hear people well enough if they raise their voice quite loud

- cursed hc but what if ash and Zachary were somehow michael decendants and they like porkums cause he’s either originally a family friend or he just reminds them of stuff

- Ok half of these aren’t even hcs anymore and is just me rambling but who let Karl be in charge of the time travel he has such strong himbo energy

- That being said villain Karl when 👀//

- Why is tubbo like one of the smartest most accomplished people on the sever... he’s like 17..... like my man has been president, developed a new form of fast travel, has a family, developed a nuclear weapons program by himself, launched a man into space, developed a whole town and more .... like who let him have this much power he can barely read//

- I think it’d be funny if techno was just really bad at strategy games..... like ok technically he’s not bad at them but like he just spends 4 days analysing every last minute detail every round to optimise his chances of winning//

- I feel like people don’t give Jack enough credit for the fact he cheated death using nothing but spite

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bang-and-a-blintz · 4 years

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Through the Darkness

CHAPTER FOUR - THE DEAL

Fandom: Dracula (2020)

Relationship: Dracula/Roxana(OFC)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3,037

The night had a bitter chill in the air, the humidity making the cold seep into one's bones and no matter how many layers, it still would find a way under the skin. Eric stood close to the outdoor heater, rubbing his hands together frantically and blowing on his digits in an attempt to keep them warm.

It wasn't often that the temperature would drop this low in the South, but cruel when it did and most of the city's infrastructure was not built to deal with it. The people were not bred to survive in such frigid conditions; they were used to the scorching sun and a constant sweat. It sent a shock through the city's inhabitants and nearly crippled them.

The young valet was professional as ever, though, and battled through the unwelcome climate. He had the last car, the fancy half a million-dollar machine, all ready and warmed up for the customer. Now was just the waiting game. Except he wasn't looking forward to seeing that particular man again, there was just something about him that made Eric feel uneasy.

"Quite a crisp evening, wouldn't you say?" The sudden closeness of the dark figure made Eric nearly jump out of his skin and grasp at his chest in fright. "Did I frighten you? Terribly sorry."

He didn't sound sorry at all.

The young man laughed shakily, "Not a problem, sir, I should've been paying more attention. Your car is all warmed up, I hope you enjoyed everything this evening!"

Dracula plucked the keys from the valet's hand, who took notice of his talons and his eyes widened. The count stepped closer and tilted his head down towards the boy, "It is unnecessary, though appreciated. Do try and stay warm tonight, this kind of weather can be rather penetrating."

Eric gulped audibly. "Y-yes, sir."

With a grin, Dracula straightened to his full height and clicked a button on the key fob to turn the car off. "No need to waste gas. I'll be waiting for a bit."

The kid just stood there awkwardly and shuffled his feet a bit before it dawned on Dracula, "Ah, yes, you would like a tip, hm?"

Without bothering for a response, he retrieved a folded hundred dollar bill from his breast pocket and held it out for the young man. Eric went to take it but found that the count would not let go and he glanced up with nervous eyes. Dracula inhaled deeply and leaned even closer, "Run along now, Eric, there are dangerous creatures out and about. We wouldn't want anything unsavory to happen."

The valet nodded frantically, his head bobbing up and down like a muppet, and once Dracula let go of the bill, the kid took off into the building without a second glance.

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Roxana's hands shook as she returned to the kitchen, the vampire's presence was a little overwhelming, to say the least, but something inside her itched with incorrigible curiosity. Yes, she was terrified, because she knew that man was most likely going to kill her. The Harker Foundation alluded as much. They told her he was a bloodthirsty beast with no remorse or self-control. He had killed her blood relatives, doppelgängers, whatever the fuck, and was now there to do it again. She probably shouldn't have tossed their business card in the trash.

But there was something that caught her off guard and made her wonder. Why did he look so surprised to see her if he had already been searching for her? But then she remembered how he then had the smugness of a cat catching the mouse. Maybe he was just going to toy with her before he went it for the kill.

She was damn near thrown off her balance as someone knocked into her side in a rush. "Eric? What's the matter with you?"

"I'm so sorry, Miss Rox, I wasn't paying attention." He seemed a little tense and she figured he had a run-in with the vampire. Her eyes quickly searched his neck for any open wounds and once she was satisfied that he was unharmed, Roxana patted him on the shoulder.

"No harm, no foul," She smiled kindly and his tension eased, "It's late, y'all should head home. I'll see you next week."

"Thanks, ma'am, have a great night!" Eric turned and shouted towards the freezer, "Oi, that creepy dude gave me a hundo - drinks on me tonight!"

Al shot out of the walk-in and nearly stumbled over his own feet, "Bitch, what! Let's go!"

The two grabbed their things and made their way towards the back door. Angeline was walking in after clocking out and threw on her jacket, "What do you mean 'creepy'? He was pretty damn fine, for like an older guy."

Al let out a whistle, "Oh girl, I feel you, I was just telling Rox that her mans is a daddy I'd like to know."

"He is not my-" Roxana started but it was too late, the other two whipped their heads around and gawked at their boss.

"Oh my god!" Angeline squealed and Eric looked slightly mortified.

"He's terrifying!"

"You've got a boyfriend?!"

"Lord knows baby girl needed to get her some of dat good lovin'."

"Holy shit, stop, please!" Roxana couldn't help but laugh as she tried to quell the three people hollering over one another. "Mr. Balaur and I are not doing anything of the sort, I can assure you. Now go on, the bars are calling."

The trio finally acquiesced and traded turns giving her a hug, making their departure for their after-work shenanigans, but as they were leaving Eric turned back once more, "Just to let you know, Mr. James-Bond-Villain is waiting for you out front."

Roxana rolled her eyes and waved back at the kid, "Thanks for the heads up, y'all be safe."

"You too, baby," She could hear Al's voice carry in from the alley, "Don't forget to use protection!"

Her employees' cackles could still be heard after the door finally shut and Roxana dropped her head onto the counter with a long-suffering sigh. She really hoped that wouldn't be the last time she saw them.

Shaking her head to try and rid the terrible thoughts from her brain, she set out to finish scrubbing down the kitchen and closing for the night. The busywork helped take her mind off the fact that she was about to face off with a fucking vampire afterward.

It took about another hour for her to be completely satisfied with the level of cleanliness and she finally took off her white chef jacket. Her eyes caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and her hand moved to pull a necklace out from under her shirt. The small golden cross flashed as she tilted it under the lights, her gaze focused sincerely on the little piece of jewelry.

"If there was ever a chance you might want to work, now would be a good time." She murmured, dragging her thumb across the shiny surface before she let it drop back down to hang against her collarbone and looked back at her own eyes. "Oh, who am I kidding?"

Roxana slid on her jacket and turned off the lights as she walked out the front doors of Sanguine. She had the strangest feeling almost like she was walking into battle.

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Sure enough, Dracula was waiting for her out front of the restaurant, just casually leaning against the side of his car and swiping on his phone. By the way he was flicking his finger to the right or left and the sly little smirk he was sporting, she assumed he was on Tinder. The thought of matching with a five-hundred-year-old vampire gave her a laugh and she caught Dracula's attention with her soft chuckle.

He grinned and tucked his phone into the breast pocket of his suavely fitted trench coat. "Hello, Roxana."

Out of pure habit from her Southern hospitality, she gave a smile and a small wave back, "Hey there…Count Dracula."

His head tilted slightly as he regarded her curiously, "So you know who I am?"

"Yeah," She nodded, "And what you are."

"Oh?" There was a pause. "Well good, that sorts out all that awkwardness then."

He pushed himself off the car and she was momentarily distracted as the full vehicle came into view, "Are you serious - a Rolls Royce? That's what you drive?"

His eyebrows rose almost innocently. "What? Did you expect a hearse?"

She shrugged. It wasn't something that really crossed her mind but it didn't sound unreasonable.

"I'm undead, not unfashionable." He winked, "Besides, I found a killer deal."

Dracula opened the passenger door and looked at her expectantly, "Care for a lift home?"

"Are you going to kill me?" Roxana blurted out, as she tugged her jacket closer in an attempt to fight the chill. "Just like you killed Zoe and Agatha?"

Something flashed in his dark eyes but she couldn't tell what it was before it disappeared and his gaze hardened, "I see that the foundation got to you."

"They told me about you." She corrected him.

"Clearly," His jaw ticked, "However, you have me at a disadvantage, as I've no idea who exactly you are and that doesn't seem fair, now does it?"

She stared at him in disbelief, "A disadvantage? You're a vampire."

Dracula studied her face for a moment and then heaved a sigh, "It is not my current inclination to kill you, Roxana, but I cannot promise as much for the future. Though it does seem to be a reoccurring trend with you Van Helsings."

Roxana weighed her limited options. If she could even truly fool herself into believing she had any. On the one hand, Dracula had not harmed her yet when he had plenty of opportunities given that they were very alone on the street, at a later hour, and on a Sunday night. Everyone in the city was either at home or the bar; either way they were staying inside and away from the cold. Not a witness to be found. On the other hand, her own car was currently in the shop and she imagined her chance of something bad happening was just as likely if she chose to walk or take an Uber.

"Sure, I'll take a ride." She slid past him and into the seat, all the while trying to ignore his cheeky little grin. He closed the door gently and then went around to get in the driver's side, turning on the vehicle and looking at her expectantly. "Just head towards the river and then take a right on Tchoup."

Soft jazz was the only sound heard for a moment as he pulled away from her restaurant and followed her directions. She watched from the corner of her eye how he tapped his nails against the steering wheel, the claws creating a dull thud every time they connected with the leather.

She decided to be the one to break the silence and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly so she could gather herself before speaking. "They said you might come looking for me and they showed me photos and videos. That's how I recognized you."

"You look just like them." He glanced over, his eyes meeting hers briefly before focusing back on the road. "But I honestly had no idea you even existed. Tonight was merely a pleasant surprise, nothing more."

Not very convinced, Roxana crossed her arms and looked out the window at the passing houses, "So this is just a funny coincidence?"

"Oh I don't believe in those," He breathed a laugh, "After five hundred years, I think I know a pattern when I see it."

"If you continued that pattern, my death would be inevitable."

"You're mortal." He scoffed and rolled his eyes, "Your death is inevitable whether I have anything to do with it or not."

"I saw the photo of Zoe's corpse. Do you expect me to believe you're not going to do the same thing to me?"

Dracula's hand tightened on the wheel. "That was a mercy."

"I'm sorry?" She turned towards him with an affronted look on her face, "Please tell me how that is supposed to be comforting."

He stopped at a light and met her gaze, "She was already on the verge of dying. Cancer. I simply assisted the parting guest."

As he spoke, his eyes looked beyond Roxana for a moment as if he was viewing the memory, and then the light turned green. She quietly told him the make the next turn.

"Why the name change? von Hels isn't very different than Van Helsing." He switched the subject, not wanting to completely divulge what had actually happened in London. One mustn't show their cards all at once.

"Theatrics, I suppose. Plus, my family has a bit of a reputation around here and I'd rather that be a separate entity than my restaurant." She said, "I'm probably the only Van Helsing left in the city and after some years passed, people don't make the connection anymore."

"Except me."

"Yeah, well, you have a bit of an advantage."

He couldn't help himself, "Some would say I have a bite of an advantage."

Roxana laughed and he decided he liked the sound; he couldn't remember ever hearing Zoe or Agatha laugh. The former was nothing but science and skepticism, the latter was smugly studious; this one, however, was calm and curious and almost cheerful - no matter how much her heartbeat told him otherwise, he had to admit her poker face was spectacular.

"It's up here on the left."

He pulled the car over in front of the row of mismatched colored shotgun houses. An equally disheveled looking calico cat was perched on the stoop, its eyes reflected back brightly and its tail flicked as the vehicle slowed to a stop.

"If you're not here to kill me, then what is it you want?" She asked seriously, looking over to the vampire as he put the car in park and turned towards her once more.

"The usual; some company and something to eat."

She couldn't stop another chuckle, "Don't we all?"

Dracula watched her for a moment before leaning closer, enjoying the way her eyes widened as he backed her into the corner of her seat and the door. "I want to find out everything there is to know about you, Roxana Van Helsing."

She was paralyzed as his hand came up around her neck, holding her gently and firmly still. His thumb traced her pulse point and she watched with rapt attention as his tongue slowly wetted his lips. Eyes so dark that even the glow of the street lamps disappeared into their depths.

"There is a reason we crossed paths and we're going to find out why," She went to speak but his long finger halted her lips before the words could form, "After all, we will be working together for this upcoming soirée. Might as well kill two birds with one stone, hm?"

Roxana's brows rose skeptically but she said nothing. She had nearly forgotten about that whole fiasco.

A quick flash of gold caught Dracula's eye and his attention was diverted to the small cross hanging around her neck. She watched as his jaw clenched and his head moved back minutely, but instead of being deterred, like the foundation said he would, Dracula merely let go of her neck and tapped the tiny piece of metal with his claw.

"Oh, you haven't heard those don't work anymore? Sorry to disappoint." He shrugged innocently and then leaned back. Despite his words, she could tell he clearly still held some distaste for the holy symbol.

"I'll agree to help you, with both the dinner and whatever this is, on one condition."

He smirked, "And what would that be?"

"You're not allowed to have my blood." His face dropped and he glowered as she continued, "I know you could just take it whether I'd like it or not, but if you actually want my cooperation, it is off-limits."

Dracula studied her for a minute before smiling again, "Of course. I've been on a consent-first diet as of late anyway. Helps sort through the drunks as well. Let me tell you, I've had some nasty hangovers from these people. I swear, this city runs on liquor."

Shaking her head, she gave another laugh and opened the car door. As she stepped out, she leaned back to look at him once more, "This has all been really weird, but I guess have a good night?"

"I shall need your telephone number." He held out his mobile and watched her put in her digits before handing it back. He quickly typed out a message, she heard her phone go off in her purse, and he grinned toothily. "See you around, Miss von Hels."

She closed the door, walked up to her stoop, and went straight for the lock without looking back. The cat meowed loudly as she passed by. "Come on, Fifolet."

It stretched up in an arch and set its sights back on the idling car, seemingly narrowing its eyes toward the vampire. With a sassy swish of the tail, it turned and followed her into the house.

Dracula watched intently until the door finally closed shut, he could see the lights flick on through the windows but nothing more past all the curtains. He chuckled to himself as he put the vehicle into gear again. What a silly thing to demand…of course he was going to get her blood. Time was eternal, he could be patient, and once he got her…he was going to enjoy every last drop.

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#through the darkness #dracula x ofc #dracula x oc #dracula bbc #idk i just want to ride dracula in a rolls royce #chapter four ayyy

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queen-scribbles · 5 years

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Ghost Story

For @pillarspromptsweekly fill #93: Mission. I filled it with Sagani doing the Lovers’ Light mission in Adi’s Stars Rewritten canon.

Sagani was not particularly happy on boats; she preferred solid earth under her boots. That went double for stormy weather. Give her the risk of trees falling on her head over capsizing any day. Yet here she was. Rowing out into the Grace of Ciamena during a storm. All to chase a ghost story. One that might actually be true, from what she could tell, but that didn’t make the pounding rain any warmer or the salt spray sting any less. Still she’d promised Adi she could handle this while Adi saw to whatever trouble was brewing up in Stalwart.

“Sounds like the Republics are lovely this time of year,” she joked. “Once you’ve seen one snow-covered landscape, you’ve seen ‘em all. The change of scenery will be nice, and I’ve never tried tracking ghosts before. Sounds fun.”

Adi had laughed and wished her luck before heading off to round up her chosen companions for this adventure.

Bet my good hunting knife she takes Heodan, Sagani had thought to herself. Despite repeated claims of not being a fighter, the soft-spoken rogue sure seemed to enjoy traipsing after their illustrious leader on adventure after adventure that involved just that. And for all her worrying about him, Adi kept asking him along. Sagani was pretty sure she knew why.

She was pulled from her reverie as the boat shuddered into the trough between two waves, tossing her into the Ondrite priest next to her. The woman yelped and both started to lose their balance before a sailor hauled them upright.

“Sorry,” Sagani said ruefully, watching Revena rub the sore spot from their collision. “Not used to boats. Guess it’s a good thing I don’t have my fox with me, huh?” Itumaak would have been decidedly less gracious about being tossed practically in someone’s lap.

The priest chuckled. “Interesting a sight as a flying fox might be, ac, I think it not being here is for the best.”

Sagani laughed as well, but before she had a chance to continue the banter, one of the sailors swore and pointed off the port side of the boat. “There!”

Sagani shifted past Revena to get a better look at the twin lights that hovered over the storm-tossed water. Even as she shielded her eyes from the rain, the faint sound of singing wove between the chaos of the storm.

“It is them!” another sailor cried, followed by a string of Vailian Sagani didn’t understand, though she did catch ‘Alessa’ and ‘Pellanne’ in there, so she had a good idea what he’d said. The rest of the crew all froze in their duties to stare at the dancing lights, some murmuring what sounded like prayers as they did.

The boat lurched, and Sagani’s grip on the side tightened til her knuckles went white. The sailors didn’t seem to notice--or if they did they didn’t care--their attention still claimed by the twin lights. As she peered through the rain and churning water, Sagani could almost believe the lights took the ethereal forms of two folk women. But even as she peered out, wondering how much that was influenced by tales of star-crossed lovers and the mob that chased them to their deaths, the boat gave an even harsher lurch and then capsized completely.

If being on a boat during a storm was bad, being in the water was even worse. The Grace was fierce, and the pummeling waves soon destroyed any lingering hope of knowing which direction was up. Sagani still tried; this would be a bullshit end to her hunt for Persoq, and Adi would feel guilty forever over letting her go.

She was really, really glad she hadn’t brought Itumaak.

Struggling against the waves proved futile, especially not knowing which way to go, so Sagani finally relaxed. Just in time for her head to break the surface. She barely had time to gulp down a lungful of air before the roll of another wave sent her tumbling. And then another.

But when this one retreated, there was the sting of gritty sand against her palms, knees, face, and Sagani found herself on a beach of sorts.

In a cave.

A big cave.

She coughed and sputtered until she purged what salt water she’d swallowed, and only then let herself sit back and take in the surroundings. Even as she did, another roll of the surf deposited Revena and a couple sailors--Gialo and Edden, if she recalled correctly--on the beach with her.

“Ondra’s tits,” Edden groused, spitting sea water and shooting a sheepish look at Revena. “I see why the duc wants that dealt with, it’s a bloody menace.”

The priest was busy wringing water out of her robes and seemed to have missed his abuse of her goddess’ name. “Ac, there are many who fall prey to the romanticism of seeing ghosts with their own eyes.”

Gialo pushed himself upright and finger-combed sand from his shaggy hair as he chipped in his two pands. “What’s romantic about being run off a fucking cliff to your deaths?”

“The star-crossed lovers part, I believe,” Revena replied tartly.

Sagani tuned out the rest of their semi-friendly bickering as she continued examining their surroundings. This cave was massive. The wreckage of whole warships and trade vessels peeked through the water’s surface or hung precariously between rocks along the walls. Squeezing water from her hair, she cautiously approached the closest such wreck. She wasn’t terribly surprised to see mostly-decayed remains dotting the shoreline near the beached hull. What did surprise her was the fact the remains had been stripped--there was no evidence of clothes, jewelry, weapons, anything.

“There’s someone living in here,” Sagani muttered, instinctively reaching for her bow. It was, of course, not there. She hadn’t counted on needing it to investigate a ghost story. Which meant it was safe back in her rented room with Itumaak, at least, rather than lost to the roaring surf.

She turned to inform the others of this development and discovered they had multiplied. The constantly rolling waves had dropped almost all the remaining crew on the beach as well. All coughing up sea water and growling various oaths and epithets as it sank in they weren’t dead. There were a few injuries Sagani could see as she approached; gashes from hitting the stone wall on the way in, colorful bruises, a couple with skin scraped raw like her from how they hit the sand.

Sagani set two fingers in her mouth and whistled loud and sharp, the echoes chasing toward the impossibly high cavern ceiling. The low rumble of chatter and complaining stopped abruptly and all eyes swung toward her in the dim light of phosphorescent fungus that pocked the walls in clumps.

“First things we need to do are get wounds bound and start a fire,” she said. “I think there’s kith of some kind livin’ in here, so we’ll need to keep an eye out--’cause that means tunnels--until we can investigate.”

No one so much as protested or back-talked her plan. Some of the less banged-up sailors went to gather wood for a fire, some started ripping up shirts to bind wounds--salt water sting or no, it was better than letting them bleed--while keeping half an eye out for trouble. In short order, they had some semblance of a camp set up. With the brighter firelight, they could see the mouth of a small tunnel along one wall. Sagani wouldn’t have any trouble, of course, but some of the taller sailors, like Gialo, would have to duck.

“So, who’s coming with me to scout?” she asked, fashioning a better than decent torch from a spar of hull-wood.

The sailors all exchanged looks before Edden raised hand. “Fuck it,” he said with a shrug. “I’ll go.”

Gialo and another uninjured sailor(whose name Sagani felt guilty for forgetting) quickly followed suit. As they prepared additional torches, there was a low, animalistic hiss from the direction of the tunnel.

Eyes glittered in the light of Sagani’s torch as she moved closer to investigate. The figure finally revealed was hunched, matted hair and beard hiding most of the face. He snarled and backed away from the light, only to run into the pair crouched behind him. All three watched with baleful, feral eyes as Sagani approached, finally turning and running when she waved the torch at them and hollered as she reached the mouth of the tunnel.

“Yeah, you’ll want to keep that fire going while we’re gone,” she called back to Revena and the others. “Maybe get a couple torches going, too.”

“Whaddya think they are?” Edden asked.

“Kith,” Sagani said slowly. That part had been obvious. “But from the look of ‘em, they’ve been down here their whole lives. Maybe descended from survivors?” She gestured toward the wrecked ships. Something dark and wet-shiny caught her eye where the trio had stood. Upon closer scrutiny, it proved to be a handful of blackberries. Fresh blackberries. “There’s a way out.”

“What?” Gialo frowned.

“These berries.” She scooped them up to exhibit. “They’re fresh, need sunlight to grow, and don’t smell like salt. They’re from outside. Which means who- and whatever these ferals are, they have a way out of here that doesn’t involve ocean water. We just need to find it without gettin’ lost and we can get out of here, too.”

She felt a little guilty scrapping her original goal for this trip, but plans changed when you were shipwrecked. Getting to safety was more important, and maybe once they were out Revena could perform funeral rites from the cliffs overlooking what was undoubtedly Alessa and Pellanne’s watery grave.

Edden snorted. “Without gettin’ lost bein’ the tricky part, yeah?”

“The alternative is to stay here and either turn into or be eaten by that,” Sagani pointed out, gesturing after the ferals with her torch. “Which I’d rather avoid, personally.”

He gave a reluctant grunt of agreement, and the four of them started down the tunnel.

~~o~~

It proved relatively straight, and the first few offshoots dead-ended quickly, which saved a lot of time. Sagani made sure they marked their choice at the first serious branching very clearly. There was another decent-sized side passage not far past it, and when Sagani paused to mull over whether it was worth checking, Edden and the third sailor--Cirocco, she’d finally remembered--cocked their heads.

“Do you hear that?” Cirocco asked.

Even as she opened her mouth to reply, Sagani realized she could.

Singing. The same song they’d heard out on the Grace, in fact. Drifting faintly up the passage she’d been about to skip. “Wait here.”

The sailors all nodded, and Sagani ducked down the passage. It twisted a little but wasn’t a terribly long way before dead-ending in a small, eerily beautiful cave. Streaks of the glowing blue cave fungus ran along the walls, rock swirled with the glitter of mica, and in the back, so close as to be intermingled, lay the bones of two people. The haunting melody.was louder now, and she could see why; a pair of cean gŵla hovered over the remains, hands clasped as they sang their mournful song.

Sagani took in the sight, whistled softly, and slowly backed away, hoping these two would remain as calm as the one in the lighthouse had for Adi. They did, and she swiftly backtracked to the waiting sailors.

“Dead end?” Gialo asked, sounding unsurprised.

“Yeah, but I found ‘em,” Sagani said. “Alessa and Pellanne. Pretty sure it’s them, anyway. There’s a pair of cean gŵla hanging over them singin’ the same song we heard out on the water. So who wants to go get Revena? She can do the burial rites that’re the whole reason we’s here.”

“I’ll go,” Cirocco volunteered.

Sagani nodded. “Don’t dawdle. Soon we can get outta here, the better.”

“Wasn’t plannin’ to,” he promised with a boyish smile, and took off.

~~o~~

True to his word,Cirocco returned shortly with Revena in tow--as well as the other surviving sailors. Some sported new injuries that looked suspiciously like claw and bite marks.

“Those... people fell upon us again,” Revena explained, lips curling at calling the cave dwellers people as she brushed dark hair out of her eyes. “I believe they came to scavenge and were surprised to find living kith. We drove them off, but not easily, as you can see, ac? The beach was clearly no longer safe, and we were already preparing to follow your trail when young Cirocco appeared and said you had found the lovers we seek. So we all came, rather than risk some being attacked again.”

“Fine by me,” Sagani shrugged. It wouldn’t really make finding their way out any harder. “But before we get back to looking for the exit, let’s take care of these poor ladies, hmm?”

“Oh, ac.” Revena nodded, attempting to straighten her sodden robes. “Lead the way.”

Sagani showed her--and a few of the more curious (superstitious) sailors--to the cave. Revena murmured something in Vailian and began issuing instructions. A shallow grave was dug in the sandy grit of the cave floor, and the bones collected. As she helped with the latter, Sagani caught the faint glimmer of blue on skeletal hands. Closer inspection revealed rings, clearly meant as a set. One was silver, set with a single large round sapphire that fit snugly in the notch between the two smaller sapphires that decorated the copper band. The craftsmanship was amateurish but still beautiful; if only for the care that had clearly gone into their creation. She pocketed them, figuring they’d make good proof of completion for the duc, and returned to helping. It wasn’t long before Alessa and Pellanne were interred together with solemnity and respect. Revena spoke the burial rites with the wailing of the cean gŵla rising and falling in the background, finally fading into silence as she finished the rites and the spirits disappeared.

They all stood there a moment longer, the silence almost as haunting as the song. Sagani finally turned and headed back up the tunnel, gesturing for the them to follow. They’d seen to the dead, time to worry about the living.

~~o~~

It took a few more hours of searching, a couple wrong turns, and at least one frayed temper, but they did find the opening the cave people must have used for raiding. It was more of a crack, really, and an uncomfortably tight squeeze for some, but it was a way out.

They found themselves on a rolling hill near sunset, and quickly made for the nearest house to figure out where the hel they were. The poor farmer, who didn’t know what to make of this group, explained they were two hours’ travel outside Barda before before graciously offering to let them spend the night in his barn, given the hour. They accepted, and Revena prayed a blessing over the household for such kindness.

Tired as she was, it took a while for Sagani to fall asleep. She was worried--and slightly guilty--about Itumaak, but finally convinced herself he’d be fine. And she had enough money to compensate the innkeeper for any damage a bored fox might cause to the room.

They made for Barda first thing in the morning, settled up, and went their separate ways. Sagani reunited with Itumaak and gave him several strips of jerky to apologize for her long absence, which seemed to mollify the fox. She cleaned up and put on fresh clothes before heading to meet the duc.

He was shocked and impressed by her tale, convinced by the rings she brought that the cean gŵla had been the unfortunate lovers. “I can never thank you enough for your help, or your Lady for sparing so able an adventurer.” He nodded to a servant, who produced a small pouch of coin, and picked up the rings to offer back. “Keep them as part of your reward, ac? I regret I cannot spare more, for your travails, but our town has hit hardships recently....”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Sagani assured him, looking at the rings as they rested on her palm. Something about the way they glinted made her think there was magic of some sort involved, but even if not, giving them to Adi would be fun. “I know someone who can use them.”

#queens fic #pillars prompts weekly #sagani #stars rewritten au #pillars of eternity

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awkwardnoob · 5 years

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Pokemon au stuff

Ansem is the Pokemon Professor. Ienzo is his assistant/adopted son. Gummi phones are both a communication device and the pokedex.

Destiny Islands are fine, and the trio not staying together is just them taking their journeys at different paces. Sometimes they meet up and travel together for a while, sometimes they split up because they wanna do different things. They all have Eevee. Riku’s evolves into Umbreon, and Kairi gets a Sylveon. Sora’s Eevee remains as such.

The organization is not evil, but they are the entire league. The black coat is just their gym leader uniforms. Not sure if I’ll even bother with an evil team in this au. Sometimes it’s nice to just have no bad guy. They still have their numbers, but this 100% denotes when they ‘joined’ so to speak. The black coats and sinister sounding name are also 100% because it sounds cool.

Unsure if Roxas is Sora’s twin or cousin. This can change a lot of the mechanics and junk. Probably gonna go for twin, just cause I like it.

Organization specialties are as follows: (and bonus info because I couldn’t stop myself)

Xemnas: The Champion. He either specializes in normal types, or he has no type specialty and instead has a well rounded team. It depends how you want to translate “nothing”

Xigbar: Elite 4. His specialty is like, gravity or space or whatever, and I’m not sure how that translates to a pokemon type. I was thinking psychic, but that got scrapped because reasons. I’m making him steel for now, because gun.

Xaldin: Elite 4. Flying type specialist, no contest. He absolutely helps with the flying type taxi service or whatever of the region. Likes to hand out the fly tm to new trainers. Probably packing at least one dragon type too, because of his nobodies.

Vexen: Elite 4. Naturally, he’s the ice type specialist. Uses mega evolution. Has an Abomasnow. Yes, that is because it has a 4 times weakness to fire -immature snickering- But it can mega evolve too, so it works.

Lexaeus: The last of the elite 4. Not sure weather to make him a ground type specialist, or a rock type specialist. He’s one of those. -noncommittal hand wave-

Zexion: 100% a dark type specialist, absolutely has a Zoroark.

Saix: His code name is “luna diviner” which is physic-y, but I... I’m just not sure. Rock (because giant space rock), fighting (because berserk), and psychic are all valid options for him.

Axel: He has one of the more straight forward elements, so he’s the fire type guy.

Demyx: Water type specialist. Has a Primarina and can do the exclusive Primarina z move and hydro vortex.

Luxord: I thought about psychic types because of fate and blah blah blah, but normal types could work too. If any pokemon are available with those types AND a 1 hit ko move, they would definitely have said move on them.

Marluxia: Grass type specialist. He might have the doom bloom z move available to him, unsure.

Larxene: The final really obvious element to type person. Electric types.

Roxas: Even if Sora is his brother, he ended up leaving destiny island before Sora and co and becoming a gym leader. He’s new at this. Will be happy to see Sora. I’ve decided the “light” element will be taken by Fairy Types, so Roxas uses them.

Xion: Also a new gym leader. Instead of being a 9th badge or whatever, she works with Roxas in his gym. Either by taking turns taking challengers, or doing double battles. Also uses fairy types, since that’s what their gym is.

Other stuff:

Demyx still has a sitar. He almost never gives actual attack commands in battle, and instead his Pokemon respond to how he plays his Sitar. This still manages to make him a formidable opponent when he’s actually trying, even tho he rarely tries.

Xigbar is actually kind of an old man in this au. He’s the father of Braig (who works as a policeman) and the grandfather of Luxu. (The fact that Xigbar and Braig are missing the same eye has people worried that Luxu may follow in their footsteps.)

Luxu is too young to have a pokemon, but he travels around with the master of masters a lot. Said MoM is the old champion, and quit just because he didn’t feel like it anymore. An absolute bad ass, likes to help younger trainers. Probably buddies with Xigbar and Braig, since he’s allowed/trusted to travel around with their (grand)kid.

Ansem’s apprentices are still sort of his apprentices. They trained under him, and they’re all good friends. Zexion is Ienzo’s twin, and thus also Ansem’s adopted son. Zexion has a Zoroark of normal coloration, but Ienzo has a shiny Zorua. Both boys have had these pokemon since before they were old enough to technically own them themselves. Ienzo’s Zorua may be unevolved, but he’s as fierce a battler as his brother.

Ansem owns a Corviknight, tho you’ll often find Ienzo riding around the region on it in the name of research.

Roxas likes fairy types and dark types, so his team outside the gym includes them both.

Aqua, Terra, Ventus, and Vanitas work in some kind of battle castle, along with Master Xehenort and Eraqus. There isn’t a villain in this au, so they get along fine. Ventus and Vanitas are brothers. End up battling Sora and Roxas at some point. “wtf, where did the dopple gangers come from” is absolutely the idea.

God only knows what the Fortellers do. Maybe they have some connection to legendary pokemon. Old league members. Regardless, they’re definitely Mom’s friends. Ava might travel around with MoM and Luxu just because it sounds cute.

Old Master Nort is Xemnas’s grandfather. He’s also Terra’s grandfather, but he and Xemnas are cousins instead of brothers. Just take all the extra norts and make them Master nort’s large family, done. Do I make Riku a relative as well? Decisions Decisions.

Hayner, Pence, and Ollette exist too. They like to hang out at Roxas’ gym as gym trainers.

Lea and Isa are Axel and Saix’s younger siblings.

Namine is Kairi’s sister. Doesn’t take the gym challenge, and she has a smeargle.

Xion is completely unrelated to Sora in this au. She’s just a random girl Roxas and Axel found and got attached to. Roxas: “Can my friend Xion help me with my gym.” Xemnas: “Yeah sure.”

Strelitzia is Marluxia’s sister. Most of the former nobodies use their nobody names for convenience, but anyone who doesn’t have their somebody as a sibling/family is a soft mix between the two, personality wise.

#Kingdom Hearts #Taking what I like and bastardizing the rest

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doomedandstoned · 5 years

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What Weird Tales We Weave!

During a particularly long and vicious Pacific Northwest winter, I developed a strange affinity for a band called WEIRD TALES. The doom trio of Dima (guitars, vox), Kriss (bass, vox), and Kava (drums) emerged three or four years ago from a part of the world that gets cold, miserable weather ten times as worse as mine. I was never quite sure what to make of the Warsaw band's warped, sloggy sound, made all the more odd with its imposing Gothic vocals and pernicious earworms. All I knew was that Weird Tales had some bad, bad medicine to offer during a time in life when I'd grown pretty jaded and disillusioned. It was, as the well-worn saying goes, just what the doctor ordered.

Before us is the latest and most ambitious effort to date from Weird Tales and I must say it's showing me a brave new side to the band. As 'Hell Services Cost A Lot' (2019) opens, we hear an orchestral crescendo of screeching feedback. Dogs are barking in the background, perhaps to warn lurkers of dangers just beyond the shadows. The band responds with a vicious beating of guitar, bass, and drums. It's an attack we're not used to hearing on doom records and I find it refreshing to break away from the gloom for a chance to vent some good old fashioned aggression. This instrumental preamble eventually gives way to the first words of "Madness" and the record is off to take care of its mischief.