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PSA.

So as much as I never wanted to do this with Mallory, I’m taking a leave because I’m honestly to depressed to keep up with her warm demeanor. I truly wanted to follow this through but. . .It’s just not who I am. In turn with that, I’m taking a leave from @idolshepherd & @scornedwidow as well simply because I don’t feel valid on Michael while there are so many others doing such a wonderful job portraying him. I loved my OC but I’m over it already...I am not asking for any sympathy at all, so don’t take this post as that. I simply have to go with Muses I relate more to and those happen to be: @helterskelterd

@sisterscorned​

This choice isn’t reflective on anyone or any situation at all. I simply just cannot pretend I am happy with my portrayal and nothing will really make me feel better. I’ve been beating a dead horse the second the season ended even with me declaring canon divergent status. I have this issue of comparing myself to others and it destroys my self esteem, even more so when I try to reach out and make connections but I get ignored. I won’t call anyone out because it isn’t there fault. It is mine for being overly sensitive. I love each and every one of you and if you truly wish to interact with me you can find me on my Kai or my Winter or even discord.  I don’t know how long this Hiatus will be but I am grateful for each and every one of you.

Even if you have Apocalypse Muses I have verses dedicated to the season on Kai & Winter.

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Mallory would stare at him, offering a very subtle nod as he took the lead, “Of course.” Once more she nods, her eyes wandering to take in the familiar sight of the outpost walls. . .It was in that moment a something putrid began to flourish in her heart.  The doe recollects cleaning those very walls. . .Being treated badly by not only Venable but Coco too. Now Mallory knows the blonde was under the same spell she had been---but the doe still didn’t particularly enjoy whipping her ass. As these thoughts race through her head, the anxious demeanor fades, one a bit different pulling to her features. It was triumphant in nature, her lips curling slightly.

“. . .Honestly---Michael, I have tempus infinituum.” And just like that, she blurted it out---the same thing she had sworn to herself not to say. She’d pull her hands in front of her, swallowing hard. “Once my powers had activated from being in danger, I imagine it alerted her somehow. She was going to come here---attack you and I was to use the spell to. . .go back.” Eyes refuse to look at him, a hand gently rubbing her cheek. “. . .It was to be a group effort.”

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      Angelic Verse: if yσυ cσиfєรร-yσυ мigнт gєт blєรรєd

The context is God knew the Antichrist had been born. In attempts to save the world from total annihilation, he sent one of his strongest Angels from Heaven to counteract the Devil’s spawn. Mallory was born to a religious family but was cast aside when her powers began to flourish. In this, she leaves, finding residence at Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies. Mallory believes she is just a Witch—not a holy being. Her powers of resurgence are one of her various gifts from God but bringing things back to life puts her under intense emotional strain. Vicariously she lives through those she ‘saves’ and feels every ounce of pain throughout the beings life. 

Her nature is pure to the core. Wanting nothing but to help those in need regardless of who they are. This includes Michael. God wants her to stop him, not murder him. Killing him goes against everything she was taught. as well as everything in the Bible. 

This being said, she is fairly immortal, the only thing that can kill her is Michael simply because he can drag her soul to hell where God cannot save her.

Plotting Call: here.

This in no way has been stolen from anyone. This is my verse creation and isn’t supposed to reference anyone else. I don’t read other Mallory’s verses. This has been something I have been interested in since day once because I believed there were implications to it in the show. Obviously, that is incorrect and because of that, I’m taking matters into my own hands. 

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[adversariie]

      Angelic Verse: if yσυ cσиfєรร-yσυ мigнт gєт blєรรєd

The context is God knew the Antichrist had been born. In attempts to save the world from total annihilation, he sent one of his strongest Angels from Heaven to counteract the Devil’s spawn. Mallory was born to a religious family but was cast aside when her powers began to flourish. In this, she leaves, finding residence at Robichaux’s Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies. Mallory believes she is just a Witch---not a holy being. Her powers of resurgence are one of her various gifts from God but bringing things back to life puts her under intense emotional strain. Vicariously she lives through those she ‘saves’ and feels every ounce of pain throughout the beings life. 

Her nature is pure to the core. Wanting nothing but to help those in need regardless of who they are. This includes Michael. God wants her to stop him, not murder him. Killing him goes against everything she was taught. as well as everything in the Bible. 

This being said, she is fairly immortal, the only thing that can kill her is Michael simply because he can drag her soul to hell where God cannot save her.

Plotting Call: here.

This in no way has been stolen from anyone. This is my verse creation and isn’t supposed to reference anyone else. I don’t read other Mallory’s verses. This has been something I have been interested in since day once because I believed there were implications to it in the show. Obviously, that is incorrect and because of that, I’m taking matters into my own hands. 

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Consider this a plotting call for my Mallory’s Angel verse. 

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“---No, I’m sorry I. . .I didn’t mean for it to sound that way. You aren’t crazy Michael. . .You are special.”  A hand brushes her hair back, a soft breath leaving her lips, “I know you don’t. . .but it would never end if you stayed with Constance. I believe you can change, that with the right help, these. . .feelings you get will stop once you. . .learn a but more..” A hand removes it’s from the steering wheel, gently touching his arm in attempts to comfort him. “Like I said---I’m Mallory. I know everything I’m saying sounds crazy but. . .I used a spell, to travel back in time to stop you from the fate that bad people forced you into. You aren’t a bad person Michael. I know you aren’t, deep down. . .there’s more to you than that and people like your grandmother---the spirits in that house. . .they won’t see you any other way no matter what. We get to make our own choices, it’s why we have free will. I just...” Her hand finally leaves his arm to return to the steering wheel. “I want to show you there’s more to this world. My heart weeps for you, I can’t imagine how alone you feel. . .At the end of the day, I just want to help you, Michael. And I hope you give me that chance.”

After what seemed like forever---they arrive at a small hotel in the outskirts of California. Mallory would put the car into park and turn it off, her amber eyes shifting to Michael. “I already got us a room. When we get inside, you can ask me anything your heart desires. I will tell you the truth about all of it.” The doe exits the SUV and walks to the front of the car, and waits for Michael, once he was at her side she’d walk him to their room.

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The doe would offer a very subtle nod in response, “I don’t have anything to pack---if you want to leave now. . .I’m ready.” Mallory takes a step, a hand gently reaching out to touch Michael’s upper arm, “It’s not a trap, Michael. . .Anything you ask me, I’ll be honest about it. I have no reason to lie to you. . .you are giving me a chance, and I am grateful, even if you think there is hidden attention. There isn’t.” She’d remove her hand slowly, offering Michael a solemn smile, 

[mvrtle]

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   ❝   Mallory, dear, could you be ever so kind as to fetch me that draught Delia concocted.  ❞   —she doesn’t spare the younger witch a glance — not for disrespect, merely that green fingers were busy sprucing up the leaves of some dreary looking lavender plant.  ❝   The lavandula’s are looking positively cabbaged.   ❞ 

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Mallory had just stepped into the room--freezing as Myrtle made her request, one Mallory would happily oblige to, “Of course.” Soft steps are taken as she approaches a work desk that held Cordelia’s latest potions, she’d grab one in a deep purple glass before approaching Myrtle’s side. 

“I don’t think anyone has been down here. . .I could start helping out if you think it’s needed. I know you and Miss Cordelia have been busy with. . .that school---Hawthorne, right?” Mallory offers the small bottle to the redhead, her gaze shifting to Myrtle, “What’s he like---the new Supreme?” Mallory hadn’t heard about the talk of her having the potential to be the actual Supreme, “Is he nice? Not to. . .come off as naive, I’m just. . .hopeful I guess.”

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With his grip on her dress finally broken, she takes a step back, allowing a soft breath to escape, “It is.” Its spoken softly--though she refuses to tell him she was the KEY to everything. . .such a thing would easily result in her demise. “I will accept that fate, Michael.” It wasn’t that she wanted to do it--but it removed him from the innocents in the outpost. Cordelia would make sense of the situation, Mallory had faith in thatt. She had an opening, a chance to distract him. . .though she is sure it won’t last forever.

“I wasn’t there. I didn’t want to be. I told you---I don’t enjoy death. Let alone people being burned alive. It’s barbaric. I supported Cordelia’s choice because she is the acting Supreme. . .It would have been one of the things I changed as the Supreme but seeing as how nearly all life is dead. I won't have that chance.”

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“No. I can’t do that.” Is the curt response as she continues driving. “I understand that this is a lot to take in Michael, but everything I’m doing is necessary--even if you think differently. I was given a chance, and I won’t be wasting it.  As difficult as it is, I need you to try and trust me. Accept I am doing what is in your best interest. Constance cannot raise you. She is unfit and will only aide in your  descent into madness.” There’s a flick of her wrist as she turns on her right hand turning signal, finally, her gaze breaks to stare at him. “I’m doing this to help you, I can see that you are afraid and you have every right to be. . .but I promise you are safe. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” Again there is a forced smile before she redirects her attention as she takes the turn. 

Inside she still is filled with doubt---even a tinge of regret. Cordelia died so that she could kill him. . but she just, couldn’t. It wasn’t in her nature. 

“Are you hungry?" She asks fairly casually, an attempt to. . .normalize the situation. “I was thinking we could get pizza. It’s one of my favorites---unless you want something else? The choice is yours.”

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Hands tighten on the steering wheel--her eyes trained forward as she presses her foot on the gas. “That doesn’t matter. . .I’m saving you from that place, Michael.” Mallory speaks softly to him, her mind recollecting what happened at the outpost. “You don’t know me, it’s okay to be unsure of what’s going on but know, I’m doing this to help you. It sounds crazy---but you and I are very similar. You have powers that you couldn’t even begin to understand and I want to help you learn to use them. . .Without any interference.” Amber hues shift to him for a moment to offer him a small forced smile. “My name is Mallory, and I am a Witch. Right now, my primary concern is getting you away from anyone who will manipulate you and force you to do unspeakable things. I imagine we are going to a hotel outside of town until I figure out what to do.”

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Whilst in his grasp, she still feels a sickening anxiety over-taking her but she still remains responsive to his questions. “I can make this right.” Her tone is absolute, “I passed the Seven Wonders---I was the one who brought John Henry back from ash. . .I know its hard to believe but I. . .I am. . .Cordelia is has been fading since I went to Robichaux. . .It wasn’t you, it was me.” Mallory swallows hard, a hand reaching up to grasp his wrist, pulling softly in attempts to stop him from grabbing her dress, “. . .I know it may be hard to believe but if you don’t leave, you are going to die. Cordelia has a plan.  If you take me---and we leave this place, she will die out on her own Michael. . .but you are running out of time. There is another witch here already but she is still under the identity spell---you are going to be outnumbered. Myrtle and Madison are alive as well. I know you have this twisted idea of Witches, but not all of us are the same. I don’t want to hurt you unless you give me no other option. . .I know what you have gone through---don’t make this worse for yourself.”

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The spell had worked and she found herself exactly where she needed to be...In turn with that, she knows what she must do but. . .No one else will remember her or Michael. There was a chance, a slim one that maybe just maybe she could save him. Stop everything from happening without any more casualties. 

Soon as she sees him leaving that hell-mouth, she slams on her breaks, her amber hues shifting to stare at him before she rolls down the passenger side window, “You need a ride?” Words are spoken loud enough for him to hear. Mallory even now feels unsure of what she is doing but. . .if she knew what the future could hold---maybe she could stop it, and if not, she could perform tempus infinitum once more and try again.

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[witchequeen]

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@frankcnboy

Mallory exits a taxi, a duffel bag one hand, a phone in the other. Amber hues look over the apple maps screen before drifting back to the place she recognized as Robichaux. There’s a look of uncertainty upon her sun-kissed cheeks as she begins to approach, walking through the iron gate to make her way inside. 

Strangely, she hadn’t seen or heard anyone upon entering. . .So she resorts to walking through the halls to try and find someone---finally she finds a male with blonde locks. Mallory would clear her throat, placing her phone into her dress pockets. 

“Excuse me--Sorry to bother you but I can’t seem to find anyone else. . .I saw Ms. Cordelia on the news. . .I was hoping to enroll.”