Bix's Musebox

Urianger Catch Alls

Mon, 20 Jul 2020 07:54:20 GMT

Posted by: thyarchon

AU's, PSL's, Shenannigans.

NSFW possibilities.

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Adventure? ADVENTURE!!

Sat, 26 Jan 2019 18:16:37 GMT

Posted by: easypromises

( Adventure?! )

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Here be Dragons...of Age

Sun, 16 Dec 2018 23:30:17 GMT

Posted by: loyalrebel

( elves and assassins oh my )

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Seifer Memes and nonsense

Sat, 21 Apr 2018 20:39:24 GMT

Posted by: ersatzknight

Continuing meme threads, starting new ones, etc. for Seifer.

AU's welcomed!

Keep it SFW here!

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NSFW: Turk AU yaaass

Tue, 13 Feb 2018 09:24:49 GMT

Posted by: loyalrebel

( offers recieved )

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THINGS. AND STUFF. WITH 63!SEIFER!!!!!

Fri, 21 Jul 2017 05:12:30 GMT

Posted by: ladyhyperion

( so tell me are you the basket or the blade? )

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the 1920's were sad okay, this is a goddamn trainwreck (Leonardo/Malik 1920's jaunt, possibly NSFW)

Wed, 21 Dec 2016 01:36:59 GMT

Posted by: loyalrebel

( this got nsfw whoooooops )

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Catchall Sex Side Stuff

Sun, 11 Dec 2016 06:32:27 GMT

Posted by: loyalrebel

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Slave AU: Potential for NSFW (OTA THO?)

Thu, 29 Sep 2016 09:54:37 GMT

Posted by: loyalrebel

( Or: Alcuin is the best pony and Malik thinks everything is going to be terrible. Among other narratives maybe. )

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Kingdom of Eliys: Regent!Malik AU

Sat, 09 Jul 2016 01:46:57 GMT

Posted by: loyalrebel

Catch all post for stuff in Eliys and the surrounding kingdoms.

Throw a toplevel up or something? IDK

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Desmond & Ezio: Why does the universe like to make cosmic jokes?

Fri, 13 May 2016 20:44:41 GMT

Posted by: historywhiplash

( probably because it's a jerk. )

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Something Red (Illuminant shenannigans)

Wed, 23 Mar 2016 23:12:52 GMT

Posted by: loyalrebel

Following the events of Misericordia, the newly hatched Red Illuminant had taken his band of Ravens an gone off in to the first direction he thought of. They wandered for a time, stories of scuffles and occasional misguided "helping" cropping up in bard's tales indication that he survived well enough.

These adventures aren't always done with his the Ravens, occasionally he goes off alone to visit places and people mortal beings would be in far too much danger to deal with. A chance encounter with a man on a red horse on the road by an old battlefield, or outside a tavern where a brawl's apt to break out isn't that odd a thing... is it?

For those who can reach his home surrounded by lava flows of the ashy wastes, it is a different fortress than it had been under his previous incarnation's ownership. Sprawling and seemingly crumbling ruins at the edges but coming together in to a proper dwelling in the center. Within is dominated by an obsidian floored hall with dramatic lava pools that provide heat and light, the floor below occasionally glowing as it shifts the pattern in itself in places people aren't walking. The throne, for while it isn't anything his farthest-spectrum cousin would likely call such it still is one, at the far end of this main hall is more like half a dragon egg (or the upper skull of one) than a proper chair and there are metal arches in the stone of the walls hung with crimson and black in lieu of proper doors that lead off to other parts of the fortress.

Interspersed throughout the hall, growing up the walls between the doors and covering the floor around the throne are glowing rose blossoms crafted of both Red and Rose's magic.

Just because Red doesn't look to be in residence doesn't mean he won't show up if a visitor comes along.

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Thieves and "Officers" (Lightning Age natives) (probably NSFW eventually)

Sun, 11 Oct 2015 05:51:37 GMT

Posted by: loyalrebel

They'd been together for a while, running between cities and ports taking what they felt like and not caring too much about the distant future of someday. Not that Malik didn't worry about it sometimes, especially when funds ran lower than usual or they'd been chased off by guards or soldiers.

"I can't believe we're actually doing this. You could get sent to the colony or executed for impersonating an officer." Malik sighed, even as he grinned and swung himself in to the cabin of their ship. His eyebrows rose in appreciation though, grin widening as he looked Byerly over. "Though you might have an even harder time staying in that uniform than... damn."

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THAT AU THING YEAH!!

Sat, 03 Oct 2015 18:30:04 GMT

Posted by: loyalrebel

In the long months since their wedding, Malik had not expected much from his wife. That the apartment they were in be clean, there be something for him to eat when he came back at night and that she not take whatever indiscretions she sought out in to his home. Beyond that he'd left Melissa to her own choices, had not pressed his position on her for anything beyond those base requests.

There had been whispers, and were still murmurs, about the couple in the early weeks. How Malik did not sleep in the same bed as her even when he did leave the records and runnings of the Brotherhood in his office for a more comfortable rest. How it was a pity that he was now in something so seemingly loveless because of his adherence to duty. The whispers had lost their venomous hiss for the most part, but most of Masyaf was still cool towards the foreign woman.

It was starting to cool in to winter at last, a chill in the morning air sending the town scurrying for warmer blankets and braziers before snow set in.

Training did not stop though, and it is barely after the sun has gotten above the walls when Malik actually joins the young men and instructor out on the training ring for once. He's still in the black robes of his rank, leaning on the fencing and watching the beginning of training.

A murmer's gone through the fortress, a crowd slowly forming up to watch the proceedings. At least one of the other ladies have told Melissa she should come see her husband perform. It's rare that Rauf can get Malik out of the heavy workload of being Altair's second long enough to pick up a sword outside of his spars with the Mentor.

"Alright, who wants to bet on who will win and how fast?" Rauf grinned, gesturing at the gathered novices and sundry.

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Just stay with me

Wed, 10 Jun 2015 01:48:31 GMT

Posted by: shinra_dog

It had been some time since Reno had had a nightmare. Too much sex-induced deep sleep, slumber akin to a coma when liquor got added. It always had helped before, after all. Ariel hadn't invented this way of coping for him; it just made it the first choice, since rampant sex was sort of mandatory.

Nothing worked forever, though. Nothing good ever lasts.

( Until the sun rises )

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they're ooky and they're spooky

Sun, 15 Mar 2015 07:55:48 GMT

Posted by: closetshark

Pitch hadn't meant to come back to this village, or slip from the burnt out remains of a barn that still held the strong echoes of terror to the basement of the manor where the threads of that terror led to. It was how these things went when he was wandering, and he rarely expected to find anyone awake at the ends of trails only he could really follow.

Find he did though, and the boy in the basement was far from the typical sort. A name came to mind as he watched. The charred scent to his fears and the echoes of a screaming girl ghosted over his senses and he sighed.

"Pity you lived."

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Fri, 13 Mar 2015 03:41:38 GMT

Posted by: shinra_dog

He needed information. With Don Corneo gone, there was really only one other person who was a decent information broker in this rubble-heap of a city.

Not that Reno missed Don Corneo, not by a long-shot. Besides, Malik wasn't nearly as annoying -- or as much of a creepy, perverted eyesore. No, the dark-skinned man made for a much more appealing visit.

Reno made his way to the hole-in-the-wall bar that he knew Malik, and his associates, frequented. Talking to the boss himself would be ideal, but Reno was open to alternatives. Luckily, he didn't have to change plans. At the back corner, his regular table, was the man the Turk was looking for, with full view of the room and access to at least two escape routes. Reno couldn't have picked a better spot himself. He made his way through the tables and bodies to slip into the seat across from Malik, as rude as it might be without invitation.

"Hey."

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AND NOW IT'S VAMPIRES!!!yeah

Thu, 12 Mar 2015 05:48:03 GMT

Posted by: loyalrebel

Meet me.
3 A.M. Local time.
Two weeks from today.

-M

Attached to the message were a set of coordinates that as it turned out were for a rocky beach on the Pacific Coast where waves crashed dramatically in moonlight and threw misty spray in to the air. Malik had been in America for some decades, long enough to have changed identities and locations a few times. He'd been watching the Vampires for longer, hadn't really stopped watching them or helping out where and when he could (which became more and more 'when he felt like' as the centuries wore on.).

He sat contentedly on a large boulder, watching the water and idly sipping from a travel mug that most definitely did not contain coffee as he waited for Cesare. Malik suspected that the reaction would be rather interesting when his... son realized exactly who it was sitting on a beach very much so not dead and actually looking to make contact with the rest of the bloodsucking world.

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Twelfth Century Trainwreck: Time Shenanigans Edition

Sat, 17 Jan 2015 14:54:43 GMT

Posted by: shutupandgetintheanimus

( Starring Desmond Miles as Tazim Al-Sayf because I am too lazy to make another account )

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NSFW. NSFW AT ALL OMG YOU DON'T EVEN.

Thu, 15 Jan 2015 18:53:22 GMT

Posted by: closetshark

( SERIOUSLY DON'T EVEN. )

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voice test schite

Wed, 10 Dec 2014 10:58:21 GMT

Posted by: oblivionswater

A:

It wasn't uncommon for people to show up in Radiant Garden suddenly, it was a hub of different worlds and sometimes people got lost and drawn to it.

Few people who showed up did so in the middle of the ruined tiles of one of the older squares where flowers were jut starting to grow.

Only one other had ever been spat out by a puddle of Darkness, and that had been before everything had nearly been destroyed a decade ago.

The young woman slowly dragging herself upright may have been vaguely familiar to the older residents, distinctive blue hair and a grim sort of determination that had sent powerful waves of magic from the site of a battle were hard to entirely forget.

"I... made it back?" She mutters, looking around at the slowly gathering crowd with confusion from where she sits in a splay of legs and fabric.

B:

Aqua hadn't expected to step out of the Realm of Darkness and in to the white halls of Castle Oblivion, and it has her reeling for a moment before she recovers.

There are people here she realizes, the magic of the castle resonating with her own and that of the heavy keyblade that appears in her hand with a flash of light. For those paying attention, the visible flicker of change in the crests on the walls is brief but simultaneous throughout the entire building.

She steps forward with authority down the halls, doors opening before her even without the cards required by most to navigate the place.

For those who can sense it, it's blatantly apparent that a powerful keyblade wielder is in the building and wandering free in the lower levels.

C: choose your own!

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Sat, 17 May 2014 03:38:30 GMT

Posted by: fearguard

They called him Pitch, it was an easier name than his own to pronounce for most and it didn't bother him as long as whomever it was kept him paid. Some jobs he did were more on the up-and-up than others, some jobs he didn't have to change his shirt before going home and some he did.

He'd finished a job, one not requiring a clean shirt afterwards, and had stopped at one of the clubs on the way home as he was occasionally wont to do. Especially if one of the shows from broadway had come to town; he had friends in some of the shows, from back Before.

He watched the dancers from a chair, hiding his judgement on their footwork behind sips from his glass. Maybe he was just getting old, he didn't understand some of these newer dances that were getting around.

"You should get out there and show them how to do it, Kozzy." The woman seated beside him chuckled, green and amber beads glittering as she waved. Her accent was french, and she still wore her hair long. She was a stage actress, and an old friend of his deceased wife.

"It's Pitch, here." He corrected.

"La, americans and their inability to say names, ouais! There is your little friend. What a darling thing, when will you be inviting her to tea with us?" She smiled, watching a petite woman enter with her signature feathered headdress.

"I have not even introduced the two of you and you are already trying to play matchmaker, Emilie you will be the death of me." He sighed, shaking his head.

"Tch, who said I was matchmaking." She pouted, "You're too frightening here in the states for that, mister bogeyman."

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One night in Edge

Fri, 04 Apr 2014 07:42:39 GMT

Posted by: oblivionswater

There's a lot that Aqua's learned since arriving in Edge, people were nice enough, and she supposed she'd been lucky enough to get a job and a small apartment not far from it. It hadn't been somewhere she'd thought she'd have settled down but... she had, there was darkness here that needed fighting and people she'd grown fond of.

She'd changed her clothing to a degree to fit in a bit better, though there was no blending in completely. There's no hiding the way she moves after years of training and fighting or the color of her hair.

It was after closing, night having fallen bringing a light rain with it, and Aqua was putting tables and chairs back in order for the morning and peering a bit at some of the photographs and whatnot on the walls as she worked.

"Tifa? Can I...ask you something?" She said, noticing the other woman returning to the front of the building.

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DOOOOOOOFS

Mon, 31 Mar 2014 04:21:16 GMT

Posted by: closetshark

So they'd had to bring their own cotton candy, but there was nothing better than a shut down amusement park all to yourselves in the middle of the night. It wasn't quite abandoned, but certainly not inhabited at the moment.

Until Pitch peeled the two of them from a dense patch of shadows beneath the ferris wheel.

"Now... let's see if we can't send the guards in to a gibbering panic over rides starting themselves and the like." He grinned, "They've had a few people die on these things... not following safety measures and that..."

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A different path lies before you

Tue, 07 Jan 2014 02:55:14 GMT

Posted by: junctioning

The mission had been a clusterfuck from day one and honestly, she should have told Cid to go fuck himself as soon as soon as they'd gotten a look at the contract, even if he hadn't been there. And then the whole killing the Sorceress idea just ....

Well it had gone about as well as she'd expected. and while seeing Seira on the float had given her a moment's pause and she'd made a decision. The Sorceress was a target they couldn't deal with right now, but if nothing else, having someone as skilled as Seira on their side would be useful in the long run.

So she deviated from the orders. It was suicide to try and attack Edea directly, anyone would see that and she'd likely have to go through Seira first anyway.

So she did, but not in the sense that anyone might have expected. She knew Seira's tactics as well as her own and taking the other woman down and off the float to the ground proved difficult but not impossible.

And then the main focus was escape.

By the time they were out of the city and headed for what should be a safe place, Seira was starting to wake up.

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