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Nines and LaCroix are officially The Most Divorced for this battle in @divorced-tournament! gj everyone!
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for the ship game:
beckett/sascha
mina/jonathan
nines/lacroix
vykos/holzmann (aka Double Sascha)
[ship it or don't ship it meme]
Well that's a solid 'ship it' for all four. Let's go through 'em!
Beckett/Sascha
What made you ship it?
Literally, this exact passage.
Like yes okay funny haha 'hate fuck it out' and all but this passage is the bit that made me go, "Oh. They're parallels."
What are your favourite things about the ship?
They work so well together. Not just as a character dynamic, but in-universe. Once they stop trying to murder each other, they just click, and Drowning of Rasputin showcases that beautifully. They have shared passions but different approaches that coordinate extremely well, where Sascha gets Beckett to maybe act a little more analytically and Beckett gets Sascha to, um, not turn people inside out.
Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?
Super not a fan of the like... pre-Dracon-extraction stuff where it's still extremely unhealthy, like I have seen some ship content that was still very much 'enemies' and not so much 'enemies to lovers'. Like I feel Beckett saw enough in Dracon!Sascha to save their unlife in Constantinople, but I can't see an actual relationship starting until they get through that.
Mina/Jonathan
What made you ship it?
Jonathan went from "I should get this recipe for Mina! :D" to "I would condemn myself to hell for Mina". Mina went from "My fiance wrote to me *dokis*" to "My husband is a goddamn beast *eyes emoji*". They protect each other, they look after each other, and they complement each other. They both have this really cool dichotomy of being both Very Victorian and also Very GNC And Also Sometimes Feral. They're both fantastic characters in how they're written and fantastic people in that I would 100% love to be friends with them. And they love each other and are devoted to each other with the force of a thousand suns and it'd be exceedingly hard not to super love both characters and also not come out of it loving their relationship, too.
tl;dr I took one look at how in love these dorks were and decided I was in love with their love.
What are your favourite things about the ship?
Oh, uh, I think I covered that above tbh XD
Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?
Don't think so! They're not a main ship so I'm not as hooked in to the fandom, though, so I'm not 100% sure what the unpopular opinions are.
Nines/LaCroix
What made you ship it?
Played Bloodlines. Nines was my favourite, LaCroix managed to worm his way into problematic favourite. Peered with interest at some fics on AO3 and realised I had promptly lost my mind and read basically everything on there and then I was just in way too deep.
IIRC it was We Don't Have To Like Each Other To Survive This by @iravaid that made me go, "Fuck it, I ship it."
What are your favourite things about the ship?
They're absolutely brilliant foils. Camarilla Ventrue Prince vs Anarch Brujah street prince. LaCroix has authority on paper but no respect. He's Prince of the city and he's so alone up there in his tower. Nines doesn't want on-paper authority, and so rejects the title of Baron. He wants to be a part of the community, and for the most part, he absolutely is. He has, quite naturally, the respect that LaCroix wants, just not the on-paper power to enact his desires. They each want or need what the other has. If they worked together? Damn, LA's enemies wouldn't stand a goddamn chance.
Ira has a really good post on how they work as foils here.
Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?
Mmm not a fan of the non-consensual stuff but that's a disclaimer I have to give for any enemies-to-lovers ship, really XD;;
Vykos/Holzmann
Context: Sascha Holzmann is an OC based on a single sentence in Transylvania Chronicles II of Myca renaming themself after a fallen comrade who died fighting the Camarilla. You can read the bio I wrote for him here; the line from TCII is:
What made you ship it?
That little line from TCII. Myca is a walking clusterfuck of identity issues at that point. For them to take their entire name from someone means they must have been incredibly special to them, and that... stands out a lot. A lot of people must have died in that time. What makes this guy special?
What are your favourite things about the ship?
Rambled a fair bit on how I see them together in the bio/write-up linked above. With the caveat that lmao this is 100% a canon/OC ship... mostly it's the quiet support Sascha gives Myca? Myca has been Dracon!Myca for two and a half centuries at this point and I feel they no longer had much of a sense of identity of their own, and Sascha gave them the space to just... exist for a bit. No prying, no trying to Work Things Through, just being there.
Add on his values and what he stood for, wanting that freedom from manipulation, and I can see Myca seeing Sascha as... almost as an ideal? Someone who is free, who can act on their passions and values, who can advocate for themself as an individual, something Myca feels is no longer possible (based on @solivar's line in this phenomenal write-up: "I could not even pretend to be a self-willed child of Desire when my will was manifestly not nor could it ever again wholly be my own.") So the relationship they have, and taking his name afterwards, is a gesture of, "I'm intentionally and deliberately going to take his name as a way to represent his values, because those are values I want and need for myself."
I don't know, it's just a really interesting little tidbit from TCII that could spawn a whole lot of interesting stuff. The original Sascha had to have been so significant to Myca if they took his name, y'know?
Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?
lmao no because I made it up entirely.
#vampire the masquerade#dracula#feral nerd#mx meat crimes#caymanshipping#oc: og sascha#street prince#sparklingwater#closershipping
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Okay, I have changed my tag for the Eldest. It is now 'foxy grandpa fungus cave'.
Still need tags for Fatima, Saulot, Smiling Jack, Isaac, Aila, Raúl, Julia, and Qadir, and for Beckett/Anatole. Full list of all characters, ships, and concepts below, any suggestions for the characters (and Beckett/Anatole) above much appreciated!
Concepts
Camarilla-related: hardestadt has no rights
Very important Cainite history: the great meat yeet
Characters
Beckett: feral nerd
Sascha: mx meat crimes
Ilias: tzinnamon roll
Anatole: holy cinnamon roll
Lucita: black rose of aragon
Jan: childe of the camarilla
Theo: dbreath at sunburst dot co dot ck
The Dracon: the dragon of constantinople
The Eldest: foxy grandpa fungus cave
LaCroix: sparklingwater
Nines: street prince
Damsel: damsel of distress
Skelter: helter skelter
Mercurio: the man on the couch
Knox: golden eyed ghoul
Ash: society for the protection of ash rivers
Mitnick: m1tn1ck
Gary: gorgeous gary golden
Lettow: feral prince
Julian: baron of 2100
Dove: angry pigeon
Ships
Beckett/Sascha: caymanshipping
Ilias/Sascha: heartflowershipping
Beckett/Sascha/Ilias: ivoryringshipping
Beckett/Anatole/Lucita: nodsquadshipping
Nines/LaCroix: closershipping
Isaac/Gary: silverscreens
Strauss/Andrei: redcoatshipping
Mithras/Roger: london love story
Jan/Theo: pragueshipping
Beckett/everyone: beckett's jyhad diary aka beckett's little black book
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He arrives early, striding into the library without second glance. Barrera awaits there, sword on her back, an expression of intense discomfort on her face belying her feelings about her first official role as Sheriff; Hensley's arms are folded, two retainers lingering awkwardly.
They lead him into the office, the path to the Sabbat chamber sealed up again. Slumped against the wall, the two prisoners await, their hands tied in front of them, wooden stakes intruding upon their torsos. A young man, tall and thin, pale, freckled, with messy dreadlocks, dressed in a flannel shirt and torn jeans like a hobo, and a young woman, tan and wiry, her hair mussed, jeans and t-shirt rumpled like she's been dressed without her knowledge.
Her feet are still bare. Hensley had said they had been caught in the act. Did the girl even know what she had become?
The Bloodlines plot starts! Sierra gets a very different first impression! Sebastian has a Banu Haqim Moment(tm)! Nines tries to radicalise a Prince!
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It's raining again.
Sebastian doesn't curse and hurry for shelter, nor does he scramble for a cab, ever busy that Halloween evening. He pushes his hands in his pockets and lets the rain drench him, letting it seep under his skin, letting it flatten his sodden convictions against his scalp.
And epilogue! We're done!
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Friday nights become something to look forward to, a reprieve from having to be the Prince of Los Angeles, an opportunity to shed his skin and just be Sebastian. He gets to know the more open-minded Anarchs, the more easy-going Camarilla, the strays and unaffiliated Kindred of the city; once, even, a pair of anxious thinbloods, practically hiding behind Rodriguez as he introduces them.
Rodriguez.
#vampire the masquerade#vtm#vtm bloodlines#sebastian lacroix#nines rodriguez#sparklingwater#street prince#the man on the couch#yeah think i can start tagging this#closershipping#because it's starting to get going here#ry writes stuff
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It's approaching the small hours of Wednesday morning, but Rodriguez declares the Last Round to be operating under Friday night rules.
Content warning: mutton chops.
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Inching forward with the clanswap AU! Sebastian opens up about an experience, Nines has an Awkward Moment. 838 for the session, 8,124 total.
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"So," he says, "You said you know how to shoot?"
Sebastian nods, leading Rodriguez up the escalators, now thankfully switched off. "I was mostly in a tactical position during the Battle of New York. Still, I saw a little combat. As you can see, I'm still here." A thin-lipped smile as he gestures vaguely at himself, adding, "And in my breathing years, I was a part of the Grande Armee. A musket is not quite the same as a handgun, of course, but the training itself was sound. I saw service in Waterloo, in fact."
Rodriguez raises an eyebrow. "Didn't you guys lose Waterloo?" he says pointedly, a faint grin on his face. "No offence, good you survived, but, uh, not the best endorsement."
Stupid, Sebastian chides himself, digging his nails into his palms to stop a hand drifting to his chest, to a wound that hasn't been there in nearly two hundred years. "No," he says quietly, "You're right. I took my share of kills that day, but in the end, it only takes one last, desperate, well-aimed shot from a dying British soldier to turn you into a statistic, too."
"Ah."
Into the main hall. Sebastian turns to the right, makes for the gallery where he has spent so many nights mingling with his court. "The captain of my division found me. We had become... friendly, I suppose. Of course, I had no idea what he actually was until I woke up with his vitae drying on my lips, surrounded by the dead and dying of both sides." He sighs airlessly, shakes away the memories like cobwebs, pulls the threads of his position back around him like a shield. "You're right, it's not a good endorsement. I've never wanted to feel like that again. I've kept myself trained so I never would have to."
The glance Rodriguez gives him is thoughtful, pensive. "Sorry I brought it up," he says softly.
Sebastian smiles faintly. "I'm still here."
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Hit the 10k mark and then some! 1,325 for the session, 11,027 total!
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Now, though, they wait in the garage of the house across the road, he and Rodriguez, the two Ventrue, Strauss. The Ventrue seem nervous, glancing between Rodriguez and Strauss like they're expecting violence to break out any moment; Sebastian can't help but wonder if their fears are justified. The two Tremere have barely looked at each other, barely acknowledged the other's presence, seemingly in fear that if they take the change to recognise the other's existence, they'll be compelled to try to destroy each other.
Sebastian, for his part, is not quite able to stop himself from thinking about whatever had happened between him and Rodriguez the night before.
He hasn't given himself the chance to dwell on it. They had returned from the hotel and parted ways again, and Sebastian had thrown himself into research and planning; he has no doubt that, across town, Rodriguez had been doing the same thing.
Rodriguez is an Anarch Baron. Sebastian is the Camarilla Prince of Los Angeles. He's fairly certain the attraction is mutual, if only for the fascination and wonder he had seen in Rodriguez' eyes as he had brushed Sebastian's hair aside, and also fairly certain it would be more politically catastrophic than anything up to and including the revelation of Sebastian's actual clan.
Scowling, Sebastian clears his thoughts. Focuses on the task ahead, and not on impossibilities.
#seb just going on schrecknet and asking if it's illegal for a prince to date a baron#like just out of curiosity#asking for a friend#ry writes stuff#sparklingwater#street prince#closershipping
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tfw you get distracted from the thing trying to kill you because you’re Distracted By The Sexy. Pensive emoji. Short session of 664 words, 8,768 total.
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The thing out there probably doesn't intend anything good for them. It's a guard, or a sentry, or a trap, that much he knows; a real and present danger, all too tangible.
But Rodriguez is also exceedingly, painfully tangible. Sebastian can feel the strength and physicality of his body, practically pressing him up against the wall. The difference in height, here, is apparent; Rodriguez' lips are at Sebastian's eye level, parted ever so slightly, a glimpse of bared fang between them. Sebastian half expects them to be chapped, despite the physical impossibility of such a thing.
Rodriguez glances down at Sebastian. Something in his gaze sharpens, grows in intensity. He swallows, Adams apple rising and falling, Sebastian's gaze drawn downwards to his throat.
His throat, and the veins and arteries there, rich with forbidden vitae.
The sudden spike of hunger, of need, would leave Sebastian breathless if he still breathed. As it is, he can feel his own fangs fully extend, his senses attuned almost solely to Rodriguez and his overwhelming nearness, scarcely half a thought on the danger that still awaits them outside. And Rodriguez, he seems not only conscious of whatever has sparked between them but caught in its snare as well, his gaze almost as overwhelming as the nearness of his body.
Slowly, like he's caught in a dream, Rodriguez raises a hand to brush a loose strand of hair behind Sebastian's ear.
The remains of the door explode inwards, showering them both in wooden splinters. Rather abruptly, Sebastian remembers the Tzimisce thing that's been hunting them down, says a very rude word, and dives towards the shattered back wall.
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Looks like the sweet spot for a writing sesh is around the thousand mark? Good to know, at any rate! 946 tonight, 7,286 total.
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A smile twitches on Rodriguez' lips again. "That works. Big gun for a squishy little Toreador, isn't it?" he teases, an air of Friday nights between them, the ease of being Sebastian and Nines instead of the Prince and the Baron.
"I know how to handle it," Sebastian says, corner of his mouth turning up.
"That's what she said," Mercurio says immediately, a look of abject alarm crossing his face when he realises both his words and that Sebastian had, in fact, heard them. "Uh, I'll get going. I'll, uh, keep you posted. Later."
He practically runs out. Rodriguez lasts all of a second after the door closes before a laugh bubbles from his lips, shaking his head in amusement both at Mercurio's slip and the faintly pained expression Sebastian had felt cross his face. "Oh, he's fun," he grins, and pats his own gun, a frankly disrespectful-looking Desert Eagle. "But sure, if you think you can handle it, we can check it out."
Maybe, Sebastian thinks ruefully as he follows Rodriguez out of the office, it wouldn't be too bad to let the Sabbat kill him, after all.
#i made myself laugh#sparklingwater#street prince#closershipping#the man on the couch#ry writes stuff
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Okay they are... getting there. Getting there! Nearly fifteen thousand words, but getting there! 1,575 for the day, 14,806 total.
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"We all knew what the potential cost was." Nines lets out a sigh. "It always stinks. Seen too many good people die over the years. We're still reeling from the shit with the Kuei-jin, now this. At least it looks like we've dealt with the Sabbat for now, but god, what's still out there? Does it ever actually end?"
"There are good parts," Sebastian says, tracing the lines of the table with one nail, gazing at the grain like he can see the future through it. "Stability. Safety. The - I know you would rather not talk politics, but for all its faults, when the Camarilla stands together, it can weather whatever is thrown at it. New York has been spectacularly stable under Camarilla rule since the Sabbat was ousted, and even before, those under the Camarilla were protected."
"That's assuming they want you," Rodriguez says, and smiles ruefully. "What d'you think they'd do with someone like me? Someone who refuses to be shoved into their goddamn literal Pyramid scheme? I'm not about to become a different person just to fit their bullshit social structures. No way. If you gotta become someone else entirely to belong, then all their pretty words about how we're all a part of the same society don't mean a damn thing. What's the fucking point if you forget who you are?"
He's not angry. Not really. More resigned, like he's already come to the conclusion that the Camarilla would reject him wholesale, and so he will reject the Camarilla in turn. And it's no more than Sebastian would expect from an Anarch, from a Baron, from someone who has made it their unlife's mission to rebel against the structures of the world.
What's the point, if you forget who you are?
But Rodriguez shakes his head, stands. "Anyway," he says, forcing a smile to his lips, "Night's still young, and politics is boring. Later, LaCroix."
He disappears back into the crowd. Sebastian sits back in his seat, not entirely sure what has just happened, why he feels like the rug has been pulled from under his feet, why he can still feel the intensity of Rodriguez' gaze on him.
#it's because you are super gay seb#tfw you have literally reinvented yourself to fit in with your sect#and your crush has just pointed out that's a shitty idea#godspeed sebastian#ry writes stuff#sparklingwater#street prince#closershipping
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The discovery of the phone bill conclusively ends the investigation. They emerge back out into the silent library, back across the street and to the tower; Sebastian has a retainer search up the owner of 609 King's Way and finds it in the Hollywood Hills, an obvious alias holding the deeds. (Kane Falchion. The Sabbat is not subtle.)
Content warning - lots of violence in this chapter!
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A bit of catharsis. Should just be one more session, and then I am done!!
(And then I get to edit oh god.)
1,451 for tonight, 33,175 total.
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Mercurio should be waiting, and Beckett, ready to ferry them both away. Kamen. Damsel and Skelter and Jack. And Nines. Always Nines.
He can't avoid this. Doesn't want to. Doesn't want to leave with the words coward and get out still hanging in the air.
(He wonders if Nines will be proud of him.)
Sebastian can hear the crowd even from the street; when he steps inside, he's just another rain-sodden passer-by seeking shelter, or company, or a diversion for the night. A familiar sensation of being watched, and he flicks his gaze to the back of the room, finding Jack waiting at the foot of the stairs, his expression unreadable but his eyes intense.
The Brujah stares down at him, and his expression becomes thoughtful, searching, like he's trying to read just what has gone on that night.
Then, he nods. "Yeah, okay," he grunts. "Fine. Head on up."
(He wonders if Nines has told him of the night before, or Mercurio of Sebastian's intentions. If Jack has judged him, and found him passing a test he hadn't even known he was taking.)
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Essentially, a coming out scene! 1,176 for the day, 26,245 total.
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Nines comes to a stop before him, gazing down at Sebastian, still seated on the sofa. "It doesn't add up," he says evenly. "A Toreador would have, I don't know, just stood there gawking. That wasn't what you were doing. It was something else. You're not a Toreador, are you?"
Wordlessly, Sebastian shakes his head. Whispers, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I lied to you."
He can't look up at Nines. Can't meet his gaze. And perhaps Nines realises that, because he sighs, sits down beside Sebastian on the sofa, bumps Sebastian's foot with his own. "I'm listening, if you wanna talk."
A slow nod. Sebastian gazes at his clenched hands, does not turn to face Nines properly. "What I told you about my Embrace," he starts, slowly, carefully, "That much was true. I was mortally wounded on the battlefield. My captain, who had grown fond of me, gave me the Embrace to save my life. This is not the story I tell most others - to them, Olivier and I were from Prince Villon's court, leaving to travel Europe, not two desperate former soldiers fleeing both the army and from those who would persecute us for our clan."
He rubs a thumb over the back of his hand. The skin there is pink and new; how much injury had he done himself the night before?
"My sire was young, for our kind. He had been Embraced barely fifteen years earlier, during Napoleon's campaign in Egypt. He had been Embraced to carry out a task, you see - he was to remain with the Grande Armee, to serve as a spy, to pass information back to - to Alamut."
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The lads are Talking! Communication is good! 807 for the session, 21,297 in total.
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"This will complicate things," he finally says, eyes closed, cold reality seeping back in between them. "I cannot anticipate what the rest of your coterie will think, but I know the Primogen council will look unfavourably on any sort of..." A pause to mull over the words, to try and articulate just what it is between them now. "Dalliance with a leader of the Anarchs."
Nines snorts. "I bet it happens all the time. It's a weird situation, y'know? We're ideologically different - or not so different, in some cases - but it's hard being in the positions we're in. I don't think I could be with many other people without wondering if they're just doing it because they look up to me. With you, we're on the same level." He groans, burying his face into the crook of Sebastian's neck. "God, fuck me. I sound like some dumbass going on about all that 'woe is me' bullshit about the burdens of leadership and how we're the only ones in existence who can make decisions."
A laugh, reluctant, bubbles up from Sebastian's throat. "I would hope to not be so arrogant. I have been Prince for only a little over a year. The advice I have had from others - yourself included - has been invaluable."
"Mm. Yeah, you're not like some know-it-all Ventrue or something who was born with a silver spoon wedged up their ass."
"That sounds dreadfully unhygienic."
"Bet that Prince Panhard of yours is shacking up with Callihan."
"First, she is not my Prince any more. Second, put that image in my head again and I will not be held responsible for the actions of the Beast."
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