#mag7 vasquez

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Love the contrast between Faraday being big and broad and Vasquez being quite lean, and Vasquez is taller than Faraday, beautiful muwah

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REUNION ALERT

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Magnificent Seven (2016) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Joshua Faraday/Vasquez, Sam Chisolm & Joshua Faraday Characters: Joshua Faraday, Sam Chisolm, Vasquez (The Magnificent Seven 2016), All Seven (The Magnificent Seven) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Post-Canon Fix-It, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Period Typical Attitudes, Adaptation, Not Beta Read Summary:

After the Battle of Rose Creek, Chisholm presents the Seven with a new job, cleaning up the mining town of Personville, Montana. A hotbed of corruption and scandal, the Seven will have to use their wits and not just their guns to untangle the town's complicated politics.

Inspired by Yojimbo and the novel Red Harvest. Because one Kurosawa adaptation isn't enough.

I am very dumb and attempting a new fandom.  WWWWWHHHHHEEEEEEEE!

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WIPs for the Magnificent 7 and Dark Souls 2 AU that no one asked for.

Currently got plans for the entire group, but Goody and Vasquez are the only ones I’ve gotten started on so far. Had very way too much fun playing with lighting for them!

In case anyone does know and enjoy both Mag7 and DS2, Goody is based on a paladin-esque guy named Bradley of the Old Guard, and he basically uses light magic (faith-based miracles in the Dark Souls universe), and a special shield that lets him cast that magic, which I gave Goody here.

Vas is a fire-slinging pyromancer based on the desert sorceress characters in the game; I based his outfit on the one they wear, and I’m actually quite happy with how it came out!

I’ve got plans to finish these up and hopefully get to everyone else soon, but I was excited by my progress so far and wanted to share. Please enjoy my WIPs for this incredibly niche crossover!

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A redraw of an old doodle I did. I miss my boys.

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The Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets AU I can’t stay away from! With thanks to @lazaefair for the original prompt and the wonderful artwork that goes with it.

Vasquez gets himself kidnapped and almost eaten, Faraday enlists Goodnight’s help to look for him, meets some new people and almost gets himself killed, and everyone learns some surprising things about their friends’ pasts.

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Just an art of my favorite cowboy couple in my modern-day supernatural creature AU, Magic + Malevolence. ft Joshua the necromancer and Vasquez the unwilling hunter. Check it out with the link below! :D

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I've drawn more original things I swear but I like doing these kinds of drawings of characters and printing them out as stickers to vandalize my computer with.

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What Goes Bump in the Night for WIP Wednesday!

"He's not a vampire,” Alejo says, but his shaking voice betrays him. There's a flash of annoyance at the slip, and he scowls at Josh, grabbing the album, snapping, “Give me that. Hold the light."

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Very glad that a lot of Varaday fanfics agree that Faraday would be the one to freak out about crushing over a dude while Vasquez thinks “this dude annoys me so bad, I can’t not fuck him”

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Magnificent Seven (2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Joshua Faraday/Vasquez Characters: Joshua Faraday, Vasquez (The Magnificent Seven 2016) Additional Tags: Female Joshua Faraday, Mutual Pining, Post-Battle of Rose Creek, Injury Recovery, Permanent Injury, Horses Summary:

Vasquez watches Faraday and realises why her actions look so familiar.

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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: The Magnificent Seven (2016) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Joshua Faraday/Vasquez, Sam Chisolm & Joshua Faraday Characters: Joshua Faraday, Sam Chisolm, Vasquez (The Magnificent Seven 2016), All Seven (The Magnificent Seven) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Alternate Universe - Post-Canon, Post-Canon Fix-It, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Behavior, Period Typical Attitudes, Adaptation, Not Beta Read Summary:

After the Battle of Rose Creek, Chisholm presents the Seven with a new job, cleaning up the mining town of Personville, Montana. A hotbed of corruption and scandal, the Seven will have to use their wits and not just their guns to untangle the town's complicated politics.

Inspired by Yojimbo and the novel Red Harvest. Because one Kurosawa adaptation isn't enough.

Plot. We’re finally developing some plot. 

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Mag7/Dark Souls 2 Crossover: Prompt Piece

Prompt: Something you weren’t supposed to overhear.

Fandom: Magnificent 7 (2016) as a Dark Souls 2 crossover

Characters: Billy Rocks (POV), Vasquez, Faraday

Relationships: Guess.  Pre-relationships round the board, but specifically, pre-Varaday and pre-Goodrocks

Context: I’ve been working on Dark Souls 2/Mag7 cossover versions of each character, and Billy Rocks ended up being my manscorpion (human torso attached to a scorpion body), based on a character named Tark from Dark Souls 2 (who became the way he was as a result of Bad Guy Experiments).  Vasquez is a fire-using pyromancer based on the desert sorceress characters, and Faraday is a dark-magic hex-user.

Also linked to this post I made a year ago, featuring some unfinished designs for Vasquez and Goody from this AU!  I hope to get the rest of the 7 drawn at some point too.

This is a very specific AU, I fully recognize that, but for this preview, there isn’t too much that you need to know beforehand, and I’ve tried to give a basic picture with context clues in the actual story.  I hope to do more for this project, at which point, I’ll give more of a sort of pre-story description of what elements of Dark Souls 2 I’m using.  This was also mainly a prompt exercise to get me into a writing mode, so I wasn’t too concerned with setting the stage perfectly!

(And if some things are a little too confusing, feel free to let me know, and I'll answer questions!)

The basic gist of this: Everyone involved is trying to escape the Big Bad, and snuck into underground tunnels to do so.

Enjoy!

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Billy moved quietly through the tunnel, thankful for the dark.  It shrouded him, it gave him safety, it meant he wasn’t followed, wasn’t hunted.��

His master disliked the dark, after all.

He moved lightly over uneven ground, feeling carefully as he went, paying attention to tremors and vibrations, listening when he could with his imperfect human ears.

He was so close to freedom.  So close to getting out, to throwing off the chains his master had kept him in.  But not quite.

He had to find Goody first. 

First Goody, then escape, for both of them.

Billy’s jaw tightened and he glared through the dark.

Goody shouldn’t have done that.  He shouldn’t have separated from Billy.  He was safer when Billy could protect him, he should have known that by now. His body was so fragile, so easy to damage. Billy was the one with the nigh indestructible form.

The shudders of footsteps pulled him from his thoughts, the tremors coming from close by.

He stilled.  His body tensed, a familiar but uncomfortable action, his hybrid instincts at war with themselves.  He should dig, hide in the ground and wait for the shake of their footsteps above him.  But no—no, he should hunker down, get as low to the ground as possible, use his spear as they approached—

The footsteps stopped.  More than could be attributed to one person, too few for three.  So, only a pair, then.  There was a thud, as though one of them had dropped to the ground. 

So, they could be injured.  Good.

He crept closer, careful to stay in the shadows, aware of his bulk and its drawbacks.  He came to a stop before he could round a final corner, the potential threats on the other side.

Voices filtered through the dark.  The dim and flickering light of a fire threw itself haphazardly against the rock wall.  Torch?

“Shouldn’t have done that, Faraday.” 

A pained laugh.  “Hey, I been waitin’ to fuck that asshole up for years, a little nick to the side is worth it, far as I’m concerned.”  The man’s voice was heavy with exhaustion, uneven and slurred.

“A ‘little nick to the side?’  I’d call it ‘profusely bleeding from a hole in your abdomen.’”  This one sounded frustrated, his voice tense and unhappy.  Billy tilted his head.  He didn’t recognize either.  “Hold still.” 

A wet cough.  “Don’t s’pose you… you know any miracles, do ya?”

“No.”  Curt.  Short.  Billy’s brow furrowed.  This one sounded like he did when Goody wouldn’t listen to him.  “But I have some bandages I can work with.  And some of that magic salve.”

Billy’s spear dipped an inch.  A healer?  Maybe this one knew Goody…

A low whistle, more air than sound.  “How’d you get that?  Been watchin��� you the whole while you been in that cage.”

“Not the whole while.”  Gravelly and viciously satisfied, with dark ferocity.  Billy’s shoulders tensed.  He pulled the spear back up.

There wasn’t any more talking for a while, though Billy strained to listen. 

Distantly, a part of him wondered why he didn’t just make the attack, why he didn’t lunge from his hiding place and take them out while they were distracted.  One of them was clearly wounded, the other focused entirely on helping him.

A soft muttering reached his ears, a language he didn’t understand, and he paused again.

“Hey, I been meanin’ to ask you.”  There was the injured man again, still sounding tired and hurt. 

The other man only hummed acknowledgement.  There was a soft slapping sound, like a hand smacking against skin.  Like Goody when he reached up to smack Billy’s arm in one of his odd fits of humor, grinning and unafraid.

“Hey,” the tired voice again. “I m… I mean it.  Hey.”

“What, guero?  Trying to keep you from bleeding out, and you can’t stop talking.”  More of the unfamiliar language.

The other voice kept going.  “Why’d you… try to get me out?”

An impatient scoff.  “No ‘try’ about it.  You’re out, aren’t you?” 

“Still stuck in his—his damn tunnels, ain’t we?”

“Not for long, we’re not.  Now, ch.”

The first man didn’t seem to have a response to that, falling as close to silence as he could with his harsh and heavy breathing.  The sounds of the other man’s attempts at healing didn’t slow.  Billy’s spear dipped again, further this time.

“…You didn’t… di’n’t answer my question.”

More hurried movements, frustrated murmurs in that unfamiliar language, the hard abrupt vibrations of something hitting the ground.  A weapon? The other man’s hand?  Fist, maybe?

“Will you—”

“I worked f’the guy who held you prisoner.”  A wet swallow.  “He tortured you.  You know what he did.  You saw.  You should… should want me dead too.”  The ruffle of fabric, frantic movement that Billy couldn’t place.  “I l—I listened to him.”

His voice was rising, a thread of urgency, of something raw and harsh, weaving through it.  Billy’s grip on his spear was so tight it was nearly painful.  Just attack.  Just put him out of his misery.  Both of them.

But his body wouldn’t move. 

“Shouldn’t be here.  Could kill you.”

Goody laughed at that.  It was wispy and broken.

Billy looked up into empty blue eyes.  Goody smiled, wan, and went over to him anyway.

“Yeah,” Goody murmured, light and weak as the dust from crumbled bones. “And you shouldn’t keep letting me in.”  A wink, filled with Goody’s typical fake cheer.  “I’m practically your jailer, after all.” 

And then, he’d leaned back against Billy’s body – the protected parts, the stiff plated parts, where Billy couldn’t bend to reach him with his hands, couldn’t feel his warmth – and closed his eyes.

And then he’d helped free Billy from his master.  Helped free him, and then had disappeared.

And Billy had thought—he didn’t know, really.  He’d thought it was only him, and now Goody, out for themselves against all of his master’s staggering resources. 

He’d thought these two may have been guards sent to recover him.  Would have attacked them thinking that, if he hadn’t listened. 

But now…

“You were a prisoner too.”  The other voice wasn’t so frustrated now, wasn’t so tense and urgent.  It was soft.  Gentle.  “I knew that from the beginning.  From the way you were around him.  I saw your scars, Faraday.  You didn’t want it any more than I did.”

“But I—”

“I wasn’t about to leave you with him.”  The voice was almost too quiet for Billy to hear.  Solid with the steel of the man’s conviction, but tender somehow, like he didn’t want to scare the other man.

“Vas…”  Weak and shaking, that first voice.

“I’m not going to let him hurt you.”  Resolve, determination.  An idea started to form in Billy’s mind.  “Not anymore. We are getting out of here, and we’re going to find you help, ey?”

There was no answer.  For the first time since discovering the two men, Billy found he wanted to see what was happening.

He took in a slow breath, and the stubborn idea grew. 

Goody was still missing.  Billy’s master would likely be looking for them both.  Billy needed to find Goody and get them out of here.

And these two men seemed to have the same goal.  And the way they spoke to each other…

Slowly, carefully, Billy straightened his torso and pulled his stinger back, lowered rather than poised to strike.  He exhaled long and slow, and moved out of the darkness, rounding the corner and revealing himself to the interlopers.

There was only a beat of silence, then an explosion of movement.  The injured man sucked in a breath and reached for a long staff with shaking fingers.  The healthy man, crouched over the injured one, whirled about in one graceful movement, an odd fan jumping to his hand.  Fire began to swirl about his forearm.  Poised to strike, like Billy had been.  Ready to protect, as Billy wanted to do.

Billy held up his free hand.  He very pointedly didn’t move any farther forward.  He made eye contact with both the injured man and the healthy one, letting his gaze linger on the latter.

He dropped his spear to the dirt.

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Fic Writer 20 Questions

Tagged by @dead-cowboy!

1.) How many works do you have on ao3? Across three accounts and like 1......1? years, jesus, 154. (I think. Give or take a couple anonymized that I may have forgotten.)

2.) What’s your ao3 word count? 325,886. Somehow.

3.) What fandoms do you write for? Previously? Red vs. Blue, The Magnificent Seven (2016), The Musketeers (2014), Warcraft (2016), RWBY, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, The Umbrella Academy, The Hobbit trilogy, Supernatural, and Star Wars. Currently: Dragon Age, Jak and Daxter, Skyrim, Ted Lasso, Kingdoms of Amalur, and Star Wars.

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos? A trite, originally tumblr not!fic about OWK (anonymized), the sequel that tricked me into liking Darth Maul (anonymized), an old Cody/OWK Week fic from 2020, the first Sith!Cody fic in the tag (anonymized), and Renegade (time-traveling clones from 2018). Seven out of my top ten are anon, and eight of the top fifteen, so I figure we can just leave it there lmao.

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Not really, no. Most comments I get are.....cursory? Obligatory? They aren't substantive, is what I mean to say. "Thanks for writing this", and whatnot, which not only don't necessitate a reply, but like, what reply can there possibly be? If there's a non-rhetorical question that I can answer, or the commenter had something to say, or even just has fun energy, then I try to respond in kind, but those kinds of comments are uhhhhhh. Not something my work attracts lol. Basically, I'm not going to send a thank-you card for a thank-you card, you know?

6.) What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Uhhhhh, I don't know, I don't really deliberately do angst? Maybe a Dogma/Hardcase ficlet with ghost!Hardcase, but also depending on your point of view, maybe the Sith!OWK Kenfetti fic. It's hard for me to judge, I don't think I've ever even tagged something with angst, but that definitely seems like the darkest ending I've written? Idk.

7.) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? God this is much harder than I thought it would be. Somehow I don't think these two were meant to be the hardest-hitting questions lmao? *scrolling down my fic summaries* Hmm, learning things about myself that I'm not sure I appreciate... Maybe "she wore it wonderfully well" (Mag7, Emma/Vasquez)? Trying to find something unambiguously happy that I also am less embarrassed to link is. Difficult.

8.) Do you get hate on fics? Not especially. I have guest comments turned off, my fics are locked, and I generally don't write ships with wide readerships to start with. For the most part I occasionally get something rude and entitled that I delete, but I tell you FFN readers are some of the most hostile people you'll ever meet, they're truly dedicated to being haters of anything even resembling creative writing, it's very funny.

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind? I do, it's not very good, and honestly I think the most prevailing trend is consent issues and power dynamic fuckery. My first smut fic was anonymous mindsex, and my second was sex-pollened enemies lmaoooooo.

10.) Do you write cross overs? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Not as often as I'd like to, but yes! Allow me to introduce you to (and please ignore that it's a fusion), DRUMROLL PLEASE!, The Worst AU In The World (Game of Thrones/Winx Club)! If you want an actual crossover though, I did just write Dorian "Dragon Age" Pavus/Savage "Star Wars" Opress, so that was fun.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge; I doubt it.

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated? Um. Yes. About eight years ago someone translated a Warcraft smutfic of mine into Chinese. That's the only one I know about.

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before? No, I genuinely don't even know how that would work.

14.) What’s your all time favourite ship? Hmmm. I can't say I have one. I'm a multifandom multishipper at heart, I've burnt out of several fandoms, burnt out of several ships, and I'm too AuDHD to be able to pick a favorite anything. Trent Crimm/Jamie Tartt.

15.) What’s a WIP you’d like to finish, but doubt you ever will? To be fair, most of them. But also the Dooku POV installment of the first two most-kudosed fics' series, and the Locus/Tucker roleswap RvB fic, and the Locus time-travel fic, and the Dragon Age/Star Wars crossover Maulrexsoka fic. Just off the top of my head.

16.) What are your writing strengths? I've been told my fics tend to be very high concept and I do weird things with syntax. And honestly, that's already me knowing too much.

17.) What are your writing weaknesses? Quickest answer? Plot.

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I'm monolingual and don't have any cultural baggage around it, so I generally find it at least some level of fun and engaging, but it's also easy for it to become gimicky when it's a conlang (guilty) and not well-executed when it's a canonically code-switching character (also guilty). I maintain however that all of that should be forgiven in Red vs. Blue fics though; the entire point from the ground up is that all the Spanish is wrong.

19.) First fandom you wrote for? ....................................Yu-Gi-Oh!. With reader-insert. I plea Not Guilty by reason of I Was Fourteen.

20.) Favourite fic you’ve ever written? See, recency bias says "cat-scratch" (amnesiac!Sabretooth AU) but brand loyalty says "peace is a lie" (JesseMaul). Maybe I'll split the difference, end up with a net-zero, and say "memento (mori)" (Cailan Theirin/Female Surana).

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Honestly I think our biggest takeaway here is that I can't be trusted to answer questions about my own content because I harsh the vibe by tending to not like it lol

Tagging whoever wants to play!