VOODOO BOY

it's a dive bar in 𝐇𝐄𝐘𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 filled with about every single type of person you can imagine . there's probably a million men & women on the floor right now who have stories of untold trauma , survival , & sheer fucking will . these kinds of places feel like home to shaquille jacques . everyone in this place had some sort of story , & it always made the voodoo boy realize just how big this world truly was . it reminded him what he was actually fighting for every single day . the endless bodies of corpo scum that he had littered the street with was so that everyone in this bar could have an easier life . even if the men he killed would only stop a little bit of suffering , in shaquille's eyes , that was worth it

instead of flashing strobe lights & horrendous neon lights changing color every five seconds , this bar has gone with a green hue not too similar to the one used in the infamous 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 . shaquille however was not exactly welcomed in that establishment for ... a variety of reasons . the main one being that him & rogue had a very complicated relationship with one another . but he's not here to think about fixers or jobs . no , shaquille spent the night with his band singing into a old microphone & wielding a gorgeous red & white 2065 𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐎 electric guitar . the design of the instrument was a sight to behold , custom done by an old friend of shaquille . roses were painted near the center strings while various punk symbols & resistance logos were splattered across other areas

he spent the night singing so many different songs , mostly just covers though since shaquille enjoyed bringing out some pretty nova classic rock songs from way back when . photograph by def leppard , the stroke by billy squire , do you wanna touch me (oh yeah) by joan jett , & so many more were performed tonight . he always thought it was pretty preem giving those songs the chromatic rock feel he felt they deserved . thankfully , the crowd seemed to be agreeing with him on that . but the forty-one year old haitian is no longer singing into a microphone showing off his rather insane vocal range . instead he's walking towards the main bar area where a bartender is busy grabbing various drinks for people raising hands with eurodollars or eyes flashing with eddie transfers

there's a very specific person he noticed from far back before he approached . he recongizes the style of clothing , the skin complexion , the mannerism's of their movement . shaquille rarely ever forgot small details like that . he knows this person & it's making his eyes widen largely due to the fact he thought this person was most likely dead for about what? fifteen years now? but it's them . oh yeah , it's who he thinks it is . a variety of emotions suddenly fill the rockerboy who's decided to wear a casual grey long sleeve shirt with ripped up black jeans & combat boots with steel toes

the voodoo boys metallic fingers grip the edges of the bar table , chocolate brown eyes looking at a very beautiful & alluring man next to him . beautiful was an understatement though , this man was genuinely gorgeous . ❝ i'll take a 𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐙 & whatever this beauty on my right is having ❞ a flicker of optics in shauqille's irises flashes for a moment showing the eddie transfer before he finally begins to actually talk to his old friend . ❝ you know 𝐀𝐑𝐓 , the last time i saw you , i was being dragged off by NCPD in ... ❞ an audible snap of the fingers echoes out as shaquille remembers ❝ the el coyote right? back in 2062? ❞ there's a grin showing on his face , slightly snarky looking as shaquille is simply happy to see an old friend he thought was long gone . but there was something else certainly going on . people who drop off the night city grid for more than a decade don't do it without a reason . & they certainly don't come back out in public just for fun

that laugh art allows to escape his lips makes shaquille giggle & grin wide . pulling art to the dance floor , it doesn't take long for the voodoo boy to begin moving his own body , a series of rather goofy displays that aren't exactly full of coordination or style . it was rather just allowing his body to be free for a moment , to forget that there were expectations or danger in this insane city they all resided in . this was a safe place . corpos couldn't do anything to him here , not mentally anyway . he hoped art felt the same way , because with him here it just made everything feel complete

❝ don't be shy art! show daddy how you move! ❞ it's a loud shout but no one besides art is going to pay any attention to it of course . on the dance floor in night city people aren't trying to snoop in on conversations that are mixing in with the loud techno or rock music . no , they're losing themselves in the person next to them . in fact ... shaquille notices that there's a fellow voodoo boy from heywood in the crowd , a young man of about nineteen years dancing with someone who looks just a bit older . it's jakari , oh gods that boy better keep his head on straight tonight he knows how that kid can get when -

he stops for a moment , realizing that he's thinking like a concerned parent which he absolutely does NOT want to feel like right now . instead he shifts focus back onto art as they dance , letting his mind run free without worry . never fade away by samurai is playing through the speakers now , causing everyone to sing along & bounce up & down in rhythm . shaquille always thought samurai was a bit overrated (johnny silverhands vocals never did much for him to be quite honest) but he had to admit that this song was certainly one of their best

there's a moment where the world sort of stops , everything focusing on only the copper haired brown skinned man dancing in front of him . shaquille isn't dancing anymore himself , he's just smiling with happiness as he admires art . he looks so beautiful , so happy , so ... full of life . jacques walks towards him , slowly bringing his chromed hands to cup both of his cheeks before placing another kiss on art's lips . it's soft & gentle , but there's a hint of something ... more lustful with this one . perhaps it's the fact shaquille's tongue makes an effort to brush along art's lips this time

❝ if you don't want to - i'd understand . but ... ❞ shaquille leans in , lips pressed against art's ear . he whispers these words but does it loud enough so that it's not completely drowned out by the music . ❝ i think i'd look a lot better without my clothes on with you right now darling . that is ... if you don't mind of course ❞ he's asking art if he can take him somewhere private , somewhere where they can be more intimate & lustful together . shaquille knows he's moving fast , know's that this might come off in the wrong way but he's hoping to the gods that art doesn't think he's just looking for a one night stand or something because that's not how shaquille jacques rolls in night city . no , everyone knew that the rockerboy was more than just a one night wonder . he was a lover through & through

this is an 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 for shaquille jacques in his witcher verse . if you would like to write or plot in this world with shaquille please like this post .

some plot ideas i'd like to explore in this verse ;

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐈 : shaquille has arrived in novigrad to meet your muse in assisting the mages & other oppressed groups being hunted by the eternal fire & witch hunters . your muse has a romantic history with shaquille that was cut short for various reasons . your muse wrote a letter to shaquille asking for his assistance because they trust him more than anyone

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐈 : your muse is a monster hunter or witcher that has simultaneously taken the same contract on a creature that shaquille is also hunting . your muse saves shaquille from almost dying which ignites a special relationship between them

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈 : shaquille has arrived in a high fantasy world that he has no experience in . after his ship sinks in a horrible storm , the manticore witcher washes ashore in your muses land where he is imprisoned by a lord , king , or queen of some sort . your muse takes an interest in shaquille & convinces the person of authority to have him released . this initiates shaquille becoming involved in monarchy politics with your muse

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐈𝐕 : your muse & shaquille are working together not by choice but necessity . your character has personal stakes in a job or mission & shaquille has something he also plans to get out of this quest . shaquille & your muse do not start out particularly friendly towards one another but perhaps they could become something more in the future?

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐕 : shaquille is assisting your muse in a personal quest that he feels obligated to help your character with . shaquille has a long history with your character in this plot & has romantic feelings for them . this quest is vital to your character & is something that has personal stakes . shaquille as a witcher is a powerful companion but he also is a loving friend who simply wants to make sure your muse is safe during this personal journey

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐕𝐈 : your muse was once childhood friends with shaquille during his time as a street orphan . when he mysterious disappeared your character worried he had been kidnapped or killed . by chance your muse meets shaquille & realizes he has become a witcher after taking the trial of the grasses as a child . now as adults your character & shaquille attempt to rekindle an old friendship

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐕𝐈𝐈 : shaquille & your muse are both witchers from separate schools slowly falling in love with one another . they both met by chance in a tavern but have grown to be companions in arms . after months of hunting monsters & bandits together , our muses try to reconcile with the fact that they both have strong feelings for one another but are worried that their love will conflict with their duties as witchers

the roar of the eight legged monstrosity was becoming more annoying rather than frightening at this point . contrary to popular opinion , witchers still felt fear . it was always hard explaining to people just how the mutations dulls the emotions of ones mind . for shaquille he realized he rarely could ever truly raise his voice at someone . in this case , fighting a 𝐒𝐏𝐘𝐃𝐄𝐑 was bringing out more internal thoughts that ones spoken out loud

it's a giant spider , enormous in size with legs bigger than his entire body . spyder's like this were rarely seen anywhere other than the 𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐒 , but this was a new land that the witcher was in , so anything was on the table it seemed . a silver sword through the brain will do the trick , fire will harm it , but it's fast & tricky to pin down . shaquille has managed to do some fine cutting on it's legs here & there but the damn thing won't stop crawling along the rocks of the mountain pass he now stands in

shaquille jacques is dressed in a 𝐍𝐈𝐋𝐅𝐆𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 armor set . for all the fucking trouble the black & gold had caused across the continent , they at least knew how to make a damn good set of light armor . it was black with small grey & white stripes near the upper arms just before the shoulder starts . metal buttons around the torso , brown leather strap wrapping around the chest which holstered only one sword (his silver one was in his hands) , black gloves on his hands , & dark boots to match of course

he's off balance , a round & solid web shooting out of the spyder strikes shaquille hard in his right shoulder , causing his feet to lose their stance . as thunder & rain booms above him , shaquille realizes he's not going to be able to pick himself up in time . ❝ fuck ❞ it's all he says before he watches those eight legs scurrying straight towards him , hissing & acid flying out of the monsters mouth . is this it? this is how he dies? stranded on a land he barely knows fighting a creature he's already bested multiple times in his homeland?

shaquille readies igni in his hand , fire bursting from his palm as he gets ready to pull off one last move for survival . he's hoping he can burn the things eyes out . but before the spyder comes in range , shaquille watches as a gigantic weapon is raised upwards , crashing down onto the monsters head within a matter of seconds . dark green blood sputters out of the spyder's brain , then it gushes out , flowing like a water fall . it's legs try to move more , try to push forwards to the witcher it was so dead set on killing ... but the withering stops & the spyder realizes it's bested . with eyes still open , it 𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒 , falling limp & broken

the witcher of the 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 finally can breathe for a moment . shaquille takes his silver sword & plunges it into the soil beneath his feet . sitting on a large rock , he grabs his medallion which displays the face of his school's namesake . holding it tight with his brown mutated cat-like eyes closed . he laughs gently . it seemed shaquille jacques would live yet another day in this world . ❝ i must say ... it is good to finally see someone even slightly fami - ❞ the monster slayer stops as he realizes this isn't a fellow witcher who has come to his aid . it's not a man , it's a woman! red hair , giant green eyes that could make any man stop in his tracks , freckles along her cheeks . she was dressed in a way that would fit a zerrikanian woman but she was pale skinned . gods be good , where was he?

he's in a world that's new to him , so it isn't too much of a shock when the hunter reveals she has no idea what a witcher is supposed to be . despite this , shaquille isn't offended in the slightest . in fact , it feels rather nice not to be immediately seen by someone as a freak or an abomination . zerrikania was much more forgiving of witcher's but it had it's fair share of bigotry . the people of the northern kingdoms however? well , let's just say having both your skin color & eyes be different than the surrounding population of that land didn't do shaquille much favors in terms of being harassed & verbally accosted

his eyes look dark brown at first glance but upon fully looking at them you can see the cat-like pupils , the way the eyes sometimes glow in certain angles depending on the lightning . he was a mutant , a monster of a different sort according to some in 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀 & the other lands in the north . ❝ well then darling ... it seems both me & you have the same type of job . though mine is less balancing the ecosystem & more ... ❞ his eyes look at the dead creature for a moment at the same time the woman does ❝ well , let's just say i kill monsters for coin ❞

shaquille jacques' mind returns back to the weapon he sees the fellow monster hunter carry . it's unlike any sort of craftsmanship from the continent . the witcher kneels down to look at it more closely . it was gigantic , & he was surprised that the warrior (or any humanoid for that matter) could wield such a massive piece of steel & gods knows what else . ❝ it's beautiful - your weapon . the last sort of craftsmanship like this i saw was at a place called 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐇𝐄𝐍 . how do you lift it? is it magic? some sort of enchantment spell? coated in cyclops blood perhaps? ❞ standing back up , shaquille removes his silver sword from the soil beneath their feet & raises it , sheathing it in it's scabbard on his back next to the steel sword that was already there

it was so odd to hear someone other than a fellow witcher show such care for him . he believes every word she speaks , because for what reason did he have to be suspicious of her? no one knew him in these lands , no one knew his story or his enemies & allies . he was a blank slate . there's a small smile that shows on the zerrikanian's visage . his eyes look down at the ground for a moment , clearly deep in thought . ❝ i don't hear words like that very often . thank you darling ❞ the manticore witcher walks over to one of the legs of the spyder , one that will fit on the side of his horse & won't be a pain to drag back to the village he had originally came from . drawing a silver knife from his boot holster , the witcher begins to cut it into the edges of one of the legs . steam hisses out as the flesh from the monster comes into contact with a silver blade , green blood spilling onto the ground .

it's a dive bar in 𝐇𝐄𝐘𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 filled with about every single type of person you can imagine . there's probably a million men & women on the floor right now who have stories of untold trauma , survival , & sheer fucking will . these kinds of places feel like home to shaquille jacques . everyone in this place had some sort of story , & it always made the voodoo boy realize just how big this world truly was . it reminded him what he was actually fighting for every single day . the endless bodies of corpo scum that he had littered the street with was so that everyone in this bar could have an easier life . even if the men he killed would only stop a little bit of suffering , in shaquille's eyes , that was worth it

instead of flashing strobe lights & horrendous neon lights changing color every five seconds , this bar has gone with a green hue not too similar to the one used in the infamous 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 . shaquille however was not exactly welcomed in that establishment for ... a variety of reasons . the main one being that him & rogue had a very complicated relationship with one another . but he's not here to think about fixers or jobs . no , shaquille spent the night with his band singing into a old microphone & wielding a gorgeous red & white 2065 𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐎 electric guitar . the design of the instrument was a sight to behold , custom done by an old friend of shaquille . roses were painted near the center strings while various punk symbols & resistance logos were splattered across other areas

he spent the night singing so many different songs , mostly just covers though since shaquille enjoyed bringing out some pretty nova classic rock songs from way back when . photograph by def leppard , the stroke by billy squire , do you wanna touch me (oh yeah) by joan jett , & so many more were performed tonight . he always thought it was pretty preem giving those songs the chromatic rock feel he felt they deserved . thankfully , the crowd seemed to be agreeing with him on that . but the forty-one year old haitian is no longer singing into a microphone showing off his rather insane vocal range . instead he's walking towards the main bar area where a bartender is busy grabbing various drinks for people raising hands with eurodollars or eyes flashing with eddie transfers

there's a very specific person he noticed from far back before he approached . he recongizes the style of clothing , the skin complexion , the mannerism's of their movement . shaquille rarely ever forgot small details like that . he knows this person & it's making his eyes widen largely due to the fact he thought this person was most likely dead for about what? fifteen years now? but it's them . oh yeah , it's who he thinks it is . a variety of emotions suddenly fill the rockerboy who's decided to wear a casual grey long sleeve shirt with ripped up black jeans & combat boots with steel toes

the voodoo boys metallic fingers grip the edges of the bar table , chocolate brown eyes looking at a very beautiful & alluring man next to him . beautiful was an understatement though , this man was genuinely gorgeous . ❝ i'll take a 𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐙 & whatever this beauty on my right is having ❞ a flicker of optics in shauqille's irises flashes for a moment showing the eddie transfer before he finally begins to actually talk to his old friend . ❝ you know 𝐀𝐑𝐓 , the last time i saw you , i was being dragged off by NCPD in ... ❞ an audible snap of the fingers echoes out as shaquille remembers ❝ the el coyote right? back in 2062? ❞ there's a grin showing on his face , slightly snarky looking as shaquille is simply happy to see an old friend he thought was long gone . but there was something else certainly going on . people who drop off the night city grid for more than a decade don't do it without a reason . & they certainly don't come back out in public just for fun

❝ well aren't you an eager one art ... ❞ it's the last words the rockerboy whispers to the copper haired man in front of him before those plump lips of shaquille's are pushing forward to press against art's . the taste of alcohol was present on shaquille's lips but there's also the taste of strawberries that art might be able to taste with his tongue if he chooses to . shaquille eats a lot of fruit , sweet things were his weakness it seemed . & gods did art taste oh so sweet ...

a dark hand reaches up , chrome fingers gently move to art's neck . his strong hand wraps around art's pretty throat , not too tight of course & not in a manner that's supposed to put fear into the man . it's a dominant move , a way of holding art so he can deepen the kiss . shaquille's mouth seems to devour art's in mere seconds , over taking every corner of his lips & allowing his tongue to ask permission to enter this beautiful man's mouth . shaquille is so much taller than art that he has to lean down while he kisses him , & no doubt everyone can see the lead singer of the burning haitians passionately kissing a man but he doesn't care . he doesn't mind when people watch

eventually shaquille wants to make sure art can actually breathe so he let's his lips move back slightly . big brown eyes widen , looking deeply into art's for approval , for acceptance , for ... something . he still feels nervous , perhaps because he's not sure if he's moving too fast for art or if maybe he was touching him wrong or making him uncomfortable . but shaquille's body is telling him - no it's begging him for more . shaquille presses one more soft kiss to art's lips before a hand grasps the other man's & pulls him up on his feet with a very mischievous wide grin