Ask Zydeco
About Absent Anthem

ask-downbeat:

liquid-enthusiasm:

anthemofwar:

She has been absent because of school. No surprise. And Tumblr is a voracious beast that will eat chunks of hours at a time if I go to check it, so it’s faster to contact me on Skype.

So please do that.

Skype: AnthemofWar

WARNING: You may be subjected to late night drawing madness with me. I will draw ANYTHING at 1 in the morning.

(BTW

LE should DJ for the Prom

y/n?)

((yes. yes he should. he should DJ for Prom. Downbeat’s going with Zydeco so yeh.))

((Zydeco will take both of them. Like “Lookit dese two fine boys I got wit’ me” <3 I need to draw this))

Yo! I'm wonderin if you're thinkin bout goin to that prom and all.

Zy smiles, putting her hands on her hips. “Well now, cher… if dat’s an invitation… Jus’ name de time an’ place. Me an’ you, we tear up de dance flo’ togedder.”

thebaronandfrankie:

askzydeco:

Zydeco looks embarrassed, not wanting to admit that she was just nosily poking around. When The Baron offers her a tour, though, she claps her hands with a sound like several excitable children breathing through harmonicas. “Mais oui! Ever’ time you come to town, Mista Joe tell me I cain’ come!” she bursts out, then puts her hand over her mouth, grinning sheepishly. “I been.. wantin’ to, tho,” she adds.

Baron chuckles.“I azzume eet eez due to ze nature of your construction.”He smiled, offering his arm.“Ze noise vould usually be a concern to zome I think.  ve’d have let you in anyvay zo.”He lead her into the manor, opening the door to a large foyer.  He set the umbrella in a stand.“VE HAFF COMPANY~”He called, and scuttlign sounds were heard throughout the manor. 

Zydeco spun around as they walked into the manor, her hands clasped under her chin. “Ooh, cher, dis so fine!” she says, eyes large with amazement. She’s not frightened at all, just… impressed and amazed. She really has always wanted to come, and now she’s getting a personal tour!

thebaronandfrankie:

askzydeco:

Zydeco looks embarrassed, not wanting to admit that she was just nosily poking around. When The Baron offers her a tour, though, she claps her hands with a sound like several excitable children breathing through harmonicas. “Mais oui! Ever’ time you come to town, Mista Joe tell me I cain’ come!” she bursts out, then puts her hand over her mouth, grinning sheepishly. “I been.. wantin’ to, tho,” she adds.

Baron chuckles.
“I azzume eet eez due to ze nature of your construction.”
He smiled, offering his arm.
“Ze noise vould usually be a concern to zome I think.  ve’d have let you in anyvay zo.”
He lead her into the manor, opening the door to a large foyer.  He set the umbrella in a stand.
“VE HAFF COMPANY~”
He called, and scuttlign sounds were heard throughout the manor. 

Zydeco spun around as they walked into the manor, her hands clasped under her chin. “Ooh, cher, dis so fine!” she says, eyes large with amazement. She’s not frightened at all, just… impressed and amazed. She really has always wanted to come, and now she’s getting a personal tour!

thebaronandfrankie:

askzydeco:

“Mon nom Zydeco.” She recovers from her shock a little. “Ain’ mean to make a pest o’ me, jus’… well, ain’ every day a new house come to de neighborhood.” She manages a grin, folding her arms. “I come to say bonjoo me, but de gate all lock.”

Baron chuckled.“Often timez, zis iz not cauze to sneak in, da?”He smiled again, revealing those fangs.“Ve are a haunted house amuzement ride.  Ve do not open until tonight, and zen ve are operatink under ze hours of 24/7 as a bed and breakfast… mind you, ze decorum doesn’t really change.  So usually our clientele are ze…morbidly fascinated.”
He went to the front of the gate, getting the mail and coming back in.“Vould like ze tour?” 

Zydeco looks embarrassed, not wanting to admit that she was just nosily poking around. When The Baron offers her a tour, though, she claps her hands with a sound like several excitable children breathing through harmonicas. &#8220;Mais oui! Ever&#8217; time you come to town, Mista Joe tell me I cain&#8217; come!&#8221; she bursts out, then puts her hand over her mouth, grinning sheepishly. &#8220;I been.. wantin&#8217; to, tho,&#8221; she adds.

thebaronandfrankie:

askzydeco:

Mon nom Zydeco.” She recovers from her shock a little. “Ain’ mean to make a pest o’ me, jus’… well, ain’ every day a new house come to de neighborhood.” She manages a grin, folding her arms. “I come to say bonjoo me, but de gate all lock.”

Baron chuckled.
“Often timez, zis iz not cauze to sneak in, da?”
He smiled again, revealing those fangs.
“Ve are a haunted house amuzement ride.  Ve do not open until tonight, and zen ve are operatink under ze hours of 24/7 as a bed and breakfast… mind you, ze decorum doesn’t really change.  So usually our clientele are ze…morbidly fascinated.”

He went to the front of the gate, getting the mail and coming back in.
“Vould like ze tour?” 

Zydeco looks embarrassed, not wanting to admit that she was just nosily poking around. When The Baron offers her a tour, though, she claps her hands with a sound like several excitable children breathing through harmonicas. “Mais oui! Ever’ time you come to town, Mista Joe tell me I cain’ come!” she bursts out, then puts her hand over her mouth, grinning sheepishly. “I been.. wantin’ to, tho,” she adds.

thebaronandfrankie:

askzydeco:

If Zy had skin, she’d have jumped out of it at the unexpected voice behind her. As it was, her bellows made an incredibly undignified squonking sound as she spun around, hands clasped over her chest.
“Oo ye yi!” she squeaked when she saw the Baron, looking up… and up some more. “You scare me. Je suis désolé… Dis you place?” 

Baron just blinked his eyes.  Black Sclera with glowing red irises and pupils.  He tilted his head and when he smiled, it showed two fangs.“Da.  Velcome to Madame Corzair’s Haunted Manor.  I am ze host, after Madame Corzair’s unfortunate paszink.  I am Baron Von Spookie.  At your service.  And you, madamoizelle?” 

&#8220;Mon nom Zydeco.&#8221; She recovers from her shock a little. &#8220;Ain&#8217; mean to make a pest o&#8217; me, jus&#8217;&#8230; well, ain&#8217; every day a new house come to de neighborhood.&#8221; She manages a grin, folding her arms. &#8220;I come to say bonjoo me, but de gate all lock.&#8221;

thebaronandfrankie:

askzydeco:

If Zy had skin, she’d have jumped out of it at the unexpected voice behind her. As it was, her bellows made an incredibly undignified squonking sound as she spun around, hands clasped over her chest.

“Oo ye yi!” she squeaked when she saw the Baron, looking up… and up some more. “You scare me. Je suis désolé… Dis you place?”

Baron just blinked his eyes.  Black Sclera with glowing red irises and pupils.  He tilted his head and when he smiled, it showed two fangs.
“Da.  Velcome to Madame Corzair’s Haunted Manor.  I am ze host, after Madame Corzair’s unfortunate paszink.  I am Baron Von Spookie.  At your service.  And you, madamoizelle?” 

Mon nom Zydeco.” She recovers from her shock a little. “Ain’ mean to make a pest o’ me, jus’… well, ain’ every day a new house come to de neighborhood.” She manages a grin, folding her arms. “I come to say bonjoo me, but de gate all lock.”

thebaronandfrankie:

The Baron Von Spookie walked through the haunted Manor, making sure all the parts were in working order.  When he stepped out of the manor he had a large black parasol to shield from the quickly dimming sunlight.  Walking in his large black cape toward the front of the Manor.  He blinked when he saw Zydeco.“…Hallo…”He said.  His voice thick with a Transylvanian accent.  The old Dracula kind.“Eet eez a beet early for veezeetorz, is it not? “ 

If Zy had skin, she&#8217;d have jumped out of it at the unexpected voice behind her. As it was, her bellows made an incredibly undignified squonking sound as she spun around, hands clasped over her chest.
"Oo ye yi!" she squeaked when she saw the Baron, looking up&#8230; and up some more. "You scare me. Je suis désolé&#8230; Dis you place?&#8221;

thebaronandfrankie:

The Baron Von Spookie walked through the haunted Manor, making sure all the parts were in working order.  When he stepped out of the manor he had a large black parasol to shield from the quickly dimming sunlight.  Walking in his large black cape toward the front of the Manor.  He blinked when he saw Zydeco.
“…Hallo…”
He said.  His voice thick with a Transylvanian accent.  The old Dracula kind.
“Eet eez a beet early for veezeetorz, is it not? “ 

If Zy had skin, she’d have jumped out of it at the unexpected voice behind her. As it was, her bellows made an incredibly undignified squonking sound as she spun around, hands clasped over her chest.

"Oo ye yi!" she squeaked when she saw the Baron, looking up… and up some more. "You scare me. Je suis désolé… Dis you place?”

9 plays

((OHO WOW this is lame. My attempt at doing Zydeco’s voice, which is really just me imitating my great-grandfather Sulie. I used the survey I filled out a little while ago as a basis. THIS IS SHORT AND LAME.))

Swingin’ Sweet || Shi and Zydeco

askshi:

askzydeco:

askshi:


As she starts to pick up on the complication of the moves, it’s like muscle memory for him. Or the closest robotic equivalent there of. It really starts to come back, the quickness of the feet, the movement of the hips, waist, shoulders. He realizes with sudden clarity that he’s missed this.

When she offers to have him lead, he fetches a fresh smile, mostly a brightening of his optics, as he slips into a quick triple step to the right; back to left and rocks back; opening into a more fluid swing form.

‘Jes watch I don’ step on ya, Doll,” he says as they continue the dance. “Crushin’ yer feet ain’t on m’ list a wishes jest now.”

“Cher you worry ‘bout you own two feets an’ I worry ‘bout mine,” she jokes, slim fingers twining with his rather larger ones. She follows him fluidly, as if able to read his movements before he actually does them, complimenting his movements without precisely copying him. She’s no stranger to swing—it’s one of her favorite styles and when Shi opens it up she takes to it like a bird to the air. 

She also keeps up the song of heartbreak and woe, though she grins and sometimes sings with a bit more power on the bits she likes, her voices rising in chorus to create the melody. If perfect moments exist, this is decidedly one of them. 

So many years since he even tried moving this way, but it comes back, quick and natural. It’s possessive, and even better like this, with the music so close and so passionately produced to the rhythm of their actions. There is something about it that is almost hypnotic, how she sings and plays to match the way they move; her tiny hands delicately folded into his larger ones.


He’s not stepping on her, not even as they pick up the pace of the dance. She matches him step for step, and it’s wonderful, amazingly distracting; he doesn’t need to think further than the next step. Laughing, he sweeps her into a fast combination of moves, swinging her away and then pulling her back close, feet in constant fluid motion. This is bliss, of a sort. The closest thing he can reach to a mindless joy.

Zydeco laughs, delighted by Shi’s sudden confidence, and even her laughter is a musical thing. When he increases the pace, so does her playing—it becomes less Peggy Lee and more Benny Goodman, a beat you can really kick up your heels to. And Zy does just that as they execute more and more complex moves in perfect sync, testing out one dance step after another. Zy is small, slightly-built, her body quite delicate, but despite the intensity of the dance she’s impressed at how gentle Shi is, how precise. It’s been awhile since she had a partner who remembers all the steps, all the old moves she learned when she was still young, back when people really knew how to dance. Although no one is here but them, she throws her heart into it as if they’re dancing for a packed house, and even just pretending she feels that old rush of excitement, the thrill of performing.

Finally, she can feel her boiler running low and the music comes to a rousing climax.  As they perform one final move she twists perfectly, sliding between his legs on her stomach, then spinning around to come back to his front, ending with her back against his chest. Steam bursts from her vents as the music finally ends, and she grins up at him.

“Oooh, cher, dat was damn fine! Damn fine!” she says, sounding a little out of breath as her bellows re-inflate. Her face is suffused with joy, however much the exertion might have drained her.

ru-debega:

Was thinking about Stitchy’s Fanbot Fighter idea and was coming up with weird ideas for Zydeco’s attacks. I figured with all her musical ability she should be able to fire off concentrated blasts of sound. As well as the super-bendyness which would be fun and 
I really just want to draw her whole moveset.

ru-debega:

Was thinking about Stitchy’s Fanbot Fighter idea and was coming up with weird ideas for Zydeco’s attacks. I figured with all her musical ability she should be able to fire off concentrated blasts of sound. As well as the super-bendyness which would be fun and 

I really just want to draw her whole moveset.

((BECAUSE WRITING DANCING IS HARD BUT DRAWING IT IS EASY.
Nine out of ten fanbots agree that salsa is the sexiest dancing.))

((BECAUSE WRITING DANCING IS HARD BUT DRAWING IT IS EASY.

Nine out of ten fanbots agree that salsa is the sexiest dancing.))