i just have some random little thoughts abt my take on the overlord au for husk -
I think that when he first started out, he DID use souls to gamble and continue fueling his addiction. but for the sake of the au he realized pretty quickly that using souls for currency against other overlords was a shit idea - so he stopped doing it! ( we love plot convenience in this house lmaoooooo )
He has his own casino that he spends most his time at, in the middle of his territory of Hell. He still gambles quite a lot!
He's still a liar and a cheater, per my backstory for Husk when he was alive. There's just not much anyone can do about that with his overlord status ( if they even find out. He's pretty good at covering his tracks nowadays ).
He knows better than cheating against other overlords though!!!
Welllll, until it came to Angel Dust ( @hcppyhotel ). He saw the way Val treated him and it pissed him off, so he made sure that he could win the game.
Husk uses Angel's name to attract customers to his casino, but doesn't have him do much else outside of that. Angel is pretty much free to do whatever he wants as long as he shows his face at the casino for awhile in the evenings.
He allied himself with Alastor ( ty @hotelzbin !! ) - they're not friends by any means, but they do favors for each other from time to time!
Absolutely an enemy of the Vees - even if currently it's not known that he cheated to win Angel, the fact that he took him from Valentino pretty much sealed that.
To be updated as i figure out more details / establish more!
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A little sketch of Ven and his family at the point when he was still in the Underdark... I might continue developing this sketch if even just for me, but I enjoyed trying to get everyone's basic look and feel down :> I put a bunch more info on them under the readmore
The house Ven'axtha belonged to is called House Zau'ar. House Zau'ar's main contribution is creating specialty potions and potent poisons. I would say that they are not *technically* a noble house (at least quite yet). The way Venny describes it when he's older is "A bunch of commoners somehow managing to claw their way up, step by step, on a long staircase to what's most likely nothing".
Essentially, House Zau'ar is one of a few seed houses in a small settlement that's connecting a bunch of raiding routes. Shuraste (and Elaug'onim) founded it; Shuraste is a commoner and Elaug'onim is the son of a minor house noble, both from the same larger drow city (that I haven't named yet). Shuraste is a poisoner who managed to become a relatively accomplished priestess, brimming with charm and ambition. Elaug'onim is kind of a middling wizard who's real strength lies in his cunning and thirst for advancement; he's more or less filling the role of both House Wizard and Patron right now.
Mavnay is their eldest daughter, who strives a bit too hard to further her Matron's drive. She trained with all resources available to her to become a priestess of Lolth. She's a formidable foe and good in a fight, known to be unrelenting and determined. Unfortunately she has noticeably more ambition than sense and foresight, a fact to which she isn't blind to. It's something that makes her unreasonably nervous about the stability of her position, and it's what drives her dislike of + attempts to sabotage Alaunidil.
Alaunidil (later renaming himself Ven'axtha after realizing he's trans) is their second daughter (at this point at least). I know Alaunidil's age as depicted here; somewhere around 30 years old, so still a young drow. Alaunidil was training to become a proper alchemist after Mavnay didn't show much knack for it, though it was planned for her to later on become a priestess as well. She's very cunning and clever, skills cultivated by Elaug'onim, but a bit too proud and motivated largely by doing what's most advantageous to herself (and to a lesser degree, Kiri).
Kirieylin is the youngest child and only son of the house. He's very young here, about 10 years old. He's still shy and quiet, and trying as best he can to meet both the House's and Alaunidil's expectations of him. Kiri and Alaunidil were born very close together, both a blessing and a curse in the eyes of their Matron; more members means a stronger house, but two children so close together meant that a lot of time and resources were going towards raising them. That is to say, her options were to have Mavnay out of commission to raise a child again, only two decades after the previous one, or to let Alaunidil take primary caregiver role. It ended up being given to Alaunidil, who took the opportunity to essentially raise Kiri to be her personal assistant.
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Thank you to @mewhoismyself for the idea of Scott confiding his story and feelings to Sausage! It took a little bit of a different direction than I first planned, but I hope you'll still like it.
(Content warning for swearing and suggestive conversation/brief discussion of a previous intimate encounter.)
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Scott gave the gathered cornflower petals one last rough chop before dumping them in the bowl and picking up a pestle. Sausage sat next to him with a bowl full of dandelion petals, and they sat together in the sunshine streaming in through the open windows of the flower barn as they ground down the flowers.
"Jimmy was asking about you the other day," said Sausage, and Scott glanced up at the sly tone in his voice.
"Was he? Why?" asked Scott, keeping his voice steady and disinterested even as his heart fluttered.
"He said you haven't been by lately for any gunpowder or terracotta." Sausage added a splash of linseed oil to the bowl and continued grinding. "Asked if I knew if you'd be in Tumble Town again anytime soon."
"I haven't needed any," said Scott, certainly not disappointed that the sheriff was only concerned about business. Chromia's storehouses were overflowing with Tumble Town exports, and he'd finally had to give in to his advisors' demands that he stop making unnecessary trips to the mesa for supplies they didn't need.
Sausage rolled his eyes. "I know that, silly. And I guarantee he knows that. It was his way of saying he misses you!"
"Nonsense," said Scott. "Hand me the oil."
Sausage passed it over. "Honestly! How long are you going to keep pretending you aren't interested?" Scott only hummed noncommittally, and Sausage huffed at him. "You like him, he likes you. Someone needs to make a move already."
"I think you're misreading the situation," said Scott, tilting the bowl to check the thickness of the forming dye.
"I think you're scared," said Sausage. "Don't give me that look! Does this need more oil?"
Scott glanced over. "A little bit. I'm not scared. You're just wrong."
"I'm never wrong about love!" said Sausage confidently. "You know, my offer to give you some seduction tips still stands," he grinned. "Jimmy and I have gotten awfully close during a meeting or two."
"That's nice. I don't care."
Sausage scraped the sides of the bowl and continued mixing. "You wouldn't think it with how easily he gets embarrassed, but he's a vocal little thing once you get him going."
"I don't want to hear it, Sausage."
"There's this spot on the inside of his thighs that's really sensitive, and if you get your mouth on it he absolutely sings - "
"Sausage. Enough." At the waver in Scott's voice Sausage stopped talking and looked at him in surprise. "I know, okay? I know how vocal he can be. How he likes to nibble on your neck. He always goes for right here first." He touched a spot under his jawline before continuing.
"I know the way he keeps his attention on you, even when he's so lost in pleasure he can't think clearly. How he likes his hair pulled, and likes to be praised. The way he wraps his legs around your waist and tells you exactly what he wants." The air around them felt thick, even as a breeze stirred the flowers around them, and he felt like someone had slid a frozen knife between his ribs at the memories of things he would never experience again. "I know, Sausage. And I don't really want to hear all about how you know."
Scott took a deep breath, regretting his outburst immediately. His hands were shaking, and he set the bowl of dye down beside him. In, out, he reminded himself, reaching desperately for the composure that shielded him at all times. He closed his hands into fists, and when he opened them they were steady again.
"Oh, Scott." Sausage's voice was mournful. "I'm sorry. I was only trying to tease you, maybe make you a little jealous so you'd do something. I'm so sorry. I didn't know it would upset you that badly. Or that you and he had ever been..."
Scott rubbed a hand under his eye to hide the tears that he would never admit were forming, not caring about the blue smear it left on his cheek. "It's fine. It's not like I've ever said anything about it." He attempted a smile. "I have to keep some secrets. Being mysterious is part of what makes me so sexy."
Sausage launched himself at Scott and wrapped him in a tight hug. "I'm sorry," he apologized again. "I won't mention our uh, private meetings, again."
Scott patted him on the back awkwardly. "I appreciate it. Let go of me."
Sausage sat back and they resumed working on the dyes. "There's something I don't understand, though," he said. "I've known you both for a long time now. When on earth did the two of you get that close in the first place, and then go through what I can only assume was a nasty breakup judging by the way you both avoid each other while exchanging longing glances across rooms?"
"We do not exchange - " He sighed at the disbelieving look Sausage gave him. "It was a long time ago." Satisfied with the consistency of the dye, he set it aside and picked up more petals. "You remember me telling you about how Fwhip and I first met?"
"Yeah," said Sausage. "That was a long time ago, right?"
"It was," said Scott. "It was years before I lost my eye. Years before I was an acrobat. Can you work on a batch of magenta if you're done with that one?" He handed over some lilac petals. "After I left Gobland, I kept going south. By summer I was crossing the savanna that borders the mesa, and one day I spotted a little farmhouse by the river."
As the day went on, Sausage and Scott continued making dyes while Scott told his story. When he reached the end and fell silent, Sausage wiped at his eyes. "Oh, Scott."
"Please don't hug me again," said Scott warily, and Sausage laughed. Scott turned to look at the door, thinking he heard a noise, then relaxed as he saw a stray cat curl up on the window ledge outside. "But now do you believe me, when I tell you Jimmy is absolutely not interested in a relationship with me?"
"Nope!" Scott stared at him in disbelief, and Sausage shook his head. "Scott, he loved you. That much is obvious. Now I won't lie, you really fucked up - " He ignored Scott's noise of complaint. " - but that doesn't mean it's hopeless."
"No, it..." Scott sighed. "There's more."
"Oh, no."
"Not long after I established Chromia, I wrote to him under official capacity. I didn't mention my name, just requested a meeting to purchase some gunpowder and discuss an alliance." He found a rag and wiped at the dye stains on his hands, knowing it was a futile effort. "He didn't recognize me. He doesn't know who I am. And no, I'm not going to tell him," he said, cutting off the next sentence he knew was about to come from his friend.
"You are the worst at communicating your feelings," said Sausage. "It's not healthy! You need to talk to him. It'll probably suck, but once you apologize and talk it out - "
"I can't," said Scott softly. "What do I even say? 'Hi Jimmy. Remember that time my fear of imprisonment was stronger than my love for you and I walked away after breaking your heart? So sorry about that. Let's get dinner sometime.'" He shook his head, and began putting away the dye-making supplies they'd been using.
"I mean, I'd say it with a little more sincerity than that, but - "
"No." Scott's voice was firmer this time. "He'll hate me. And he has every right, but I can't bear to face that. Ever since we met again, I've only loved him more every day." His voice wavered again. "I'd rather live in this purgatory of getting to see him and never be close, than the hell that would be never seeing him at all."
"This isn't sustainable," said Sausage quietly, putting away the last pestle and stepping back to let Scott lock the cabinet.
"Maybe not," admitted Scott. "But I'm no stranger to walking a tightrope for as long as I can, even if I fall in the end. I want him to be happy, Sausage, and he won't find that with me."
He walked over to the window and leaned out to pull it shut, startling the cat into jumping down. He looked down the path after it, then down at the ground to see a figure sitting under the window with his back against the wall. The eavesdropper looked up at him with a wide-eyed guilty look, startled at being caught.
"...Jimmy?"
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