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There are very few words that can describe being possessed. There are even fewer for willingly trapping literal Satan inside yourself. A muttered spell, a prayer to the False God and Lilith and any other possibly helpful deity he could think of, and then being knocked to the back of his own brain. Nick could hear, could see, could feel everything that happened to his body, could not get the hatred and contempt and the rage out of his mind. Especially not when he realized they were all directed towards Sabrina. And then, unblessed, unholy, beautiful B E A U T I F U L darkness.
But that only made things worse. Then he was fighting to stay under, trying desperately to fight off the Dark Lord. It was painful but to keep Sabrina from harm, he would do it again.
Fuck. Sabrina.
Nick ran to the nearest newspaper he spotted on the sidewalk, snatching it out of the hands of some sheep of the False God with far too big a rosary bouncing upon their chest. He ignored their yelling, eyes searching for the date, eyes widening when he saw. How the heaven had he only been unconscious for a month? He’d been in New York longer, blissfully unaware of the fact that the Devil was residing within him.
Oh shit. There was no demonic whispering, no fighting for control of his own limbs. He needed to find someone powerful enough to help bind the Dark Lord back to him, someone willing. He scanned the crowd of mortals, searching for any signs of magic, of power, of anything helpful.
@lxst-children | snicket, l.
L is for libraries, which are safe places for learning. Cresting the final flight and turning onto the landing, Kit all but seethed the trusted mnemonic under her breath. It was an old habit, an old trick of training from a patient chaperone who tried to make the best out of an apprentice who preferred to act before thinking became an undesired obstacle in her way. She had been trying it since her finger, tracing reluctantly ( and with no small amount of hopeful disbelief ) along the shelves of the children’s section, stuttered and stalled at Snicket-comma-L.
Kit couldn’t say she was experiencing much success. ( L is for little brothers, who could be more than a little exasperating. ) The straps of her satchel, holding more children’s books than she’d carried with her since her short stint at Prufrock Preparatory, slipped off her shoulder, and she stopped just to growl that little bit louder and forcefully readjust them back into place. She moved down the hall without much care for quiet as she scanned for his door. L is for Lemony, who - for the first time since they were adolescents, perhaps, or even children - was possibly the last person she wanted to see. Under the curdling frustration still laid a sharp pang of watching her sibling turn to her with unknowing eyes. Not so terrible as thinking him dead for most of their adulthood, but a close thing.
Ah, there he was. Reshouldering her bag once again, Kit rapped sharply on his door, calling out, “Lem — Mr. Snicket — ” She stymied, already caught between sibling and stranger. “ …I’d like to speak with you for a moment. Would you please come to the door?”
A pause, and then, with no small measure of exasperation - as though she’d suddenly remembered who she was talking to - “So help me L., if you climb out your window I will spread a layer of thumbtacks so thoroughly under its sill that the next time you’re met with someone outside your door who actually means you harm you will find your escape definitively more difficult.”
Stalking. Lemony had been pondering that word lately and all it’s implied meanings. Stalking, in it’s truest form, is a word that means to pursue stealthily. Yet in his current predicament, there was a multitude of meanings for him to choose from. To tail, to track, to incessantly follow with malicious intent. Obsession not included by highly likely.
And in the case of Not-Kit he never had gotten her name, stalking here meant to hound and give chase. The perceived malicious intent hit him full force as he heard the sharp tap of her footsteps down the halls, carrying through the paper thin walls. The rhythmic raps of her knuckles combined with a slightly muffled- but no less understandable- question was enough to have the writer put one foot through his open window, a pale hand on a bag packed for this specific purpose, and an unfinished manuscript held between his teeth. Her voice gave him pause, long enough to hear the threat. Long enough to climb back through the window, long enough to question his very existence. Long enough to set the manuscript on the table and the bag back by the window, finally journeying to the door and peering out. The chain pulled taut, only a silver of empty space between him and Not-Kit.
Lemony’s heart fell somewhere out of his chest, rolled onto the floor and most likely bumped against the refrigerator. Looking at Not-Kit made him want to scream, to cry, to do something. He tried to fool himself that it was just because she was a very good stalker and not that she was so familiar it physically pained him.
Oh. Right, the stalking. He guessed he would have to move now. Just when he was starting to like this apartment as well.
“Don’t pretend to know me,” His eyes darted to her satchel, seeing the tell-tale outline of various books. Books. What a wealth of knowledge. For instance, this particular collection caused his heart to drop out all over again at the recognition of the outlines of his books supplanted with the knowledge that Mr. Handler had not done his job in handling instances like this. “What very fortunate delay in your schedule seemed to bring you here?”
Damn Mr. Handler. Truly.
Vanya’s fingers danced around the subway pole, barely holding on while the other hand gripped her violin case, white knuckles against the molded black carbon fiber. Her earbuds were jammed deep into her ears, the wail of a thousand screaming violins drowning out the subway sounds around her. The ride to the rehearsal hall was always the hardest for her. The potential of letting her out, whatever ridiculous powers she had set free, of causing another... whatever she had done to get her and Allison sent here.
Her eyes flicked to the window, taking in her own reflection against the black tunnels speeding by. Dark circles, haunted eyes, a clench in her jaw she could seem to get rid of. Vanya looked exactly like the mess she knew she was. A deep breath, her eyes roamed around the others’ reflections in the window, taking in hats that had seen better days, other world-weary expressions, and a curly head of hair that set her teeth on edge. With an almost delicate movement, Vanya took out her earbuds, the twin cords going to lay across her should. Still, she was hesitant to speak or reach out. What if he hated her for what she had done? Or had forgotten her like Allison?
But she was desperate not be alone in this timeline, needed someone who understood what had happened to her. “Klaus?”
@numbcrrfour
A series of haunting, experimental notes filled the New York City night air, seeming to hang and create their own cloud of melancholy. If they could, Vanya imagined them twirling down to the headlights below her, breaking the window glass and infecting everyone else with her misery- No. she couldn’t think like that. Vanya sat up straighter on her fire escape, let her legs hang off the edge, and then repositioned her bow. She hesitated, fingers slipping off their strings for a brief moment before righting themselves again, long strokes with her bow to create notes that almost seemed to dance around her, creating a much more somber atmosphere than the song she was playing.
Vanya pursed her lips as her eyes fell closed, trying to block out the noise in mind, throwing blame at anyone but herself. Allison, either afflicted by the same memory loss as the violinist or who hated her so much she pretended they weren’t related. Five for... Vanya didn’t know what, but if anyone was going to be dropping their siblings in alternate timelines, it would be him. Father’s “You’re just not special, Vanya”s and most of all, Harold-Leonard and his cabin and all of his pretty words and manipulative actions, practically screaming for her to use the power she didn’t-
The screech of metal caused her to halt her playing, bow clattering to the metal grate she rested on. The fire escape two floors above her had twisted into some shape worthy of modern art, bent back into unnatural positions. “Shit.” She had done that. She had gotten ahead of herself, had managed to think she was strong then whatever it was and could play without thought. The violinist snorted, setting her violin and bow down beside her, gentle movements despite her spiraling emotions. Even with abilities, Vanya Hargreeves wasn’t anything special at controlling them. She had no innate sense of how to use them like Allison or Five, no “normal” powers like Luther or Diego, not even a grudging acceptance like Klaus or... She blinked back tears, unwilling to think of Ben. He was so much better than her, he could control his powers despite the destructive tendencies, unlike poor useless Vanya.
An angered yell, another scream of metal bending back from the force of her voice, of powers she had no idea how to use. She simply clapped a hand over her mouth and let the tears fall, unwilling to even so much as breathe too loudly and create more destruction.
@cptaindcnvers
Violet was in an uncharacteristically good mood. Humming along to the strangely upbeat yet somber tunes of crooners over twenty years past their heyday, she took the steps two at a time. Soft guitar spilled from the phone tucked into her cardigan pocket, the teenager practically gliding around the empty kitchen.
In fact, she was enjoying herself so much she didn’t notice the darkened atmosphere, that very specific presence that always followed her brother. Not until she had half of her PB&J made, fist tightening around the jelly laden knife. “If this is about setting Groupie 1′s lesson plans on fire, I don’t wanna hear about it,” She waved her butter knife like a sword as if it could protect her against his magic. “In fact, the thought kind of makes me wanna pitch myself off the roof, so I think I’ll be doing that soon.”
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Legs crossed, eyes firmly on the newspaper in held out in front of her, Mallory waited. And waited. She was currently on top of Michael Langon’s desk, his secretary outside staring at the wall until Mallory felt like releasing the girl from her bout of Concilium. The newspaper she had even lifted from the secretary, boredom causing her to become engrossed in some political discourse or another.
With a sigh, she turned the page, uncrossing and then recrossing her legs again. She was tired of waiting, but she supposed the alternative of having unanswered questions was far worse than her current fate.
@chaoswcn
Starter/plot call for these babies because I gotta get the muse going somehow!
Felix (OUAT)
Mallory (AHS)
Violet Harmon (AHS)
Gellert Grindewald (HP)
Lemony Snicket (ASOUE)
Nick Scratch (CAOS)
Vanya Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy)
And anyone else I have, but I have the most muse for these six right now (especially Grindewald and Vanya)!
‘ i didn’t think it was possible to miss a person this much . ’ (grindeldore!)
“Absence makes us all die, just a little.” Four years of absence was nothing in comparison to having a very much aware Albus ripped out from him. To be Obliviated to such a degree that Gellert himself could not reverse the spell, nor find the proper countercurse.
He had let himself feel again and that was unforgivable. Yet he was forever tied to Albus, as the steady pulsing of the blood pact around his neck wouldn’t let him forget.
‘ i can’t just call him in the afterlife and be like , ‘ can you please stop playing tennis with hitler for a moment and take a quick call ? ’ ’ (millory bc... shgdshgggdh)
“Then you should try harder,” If there was ever a time that Mallory could consider snapping, this was it. Her irritation was in danger of breaking her barrier of serenity. She was itchy and covered in blood from whoever he killed, all done for some ritual she was certain didn’t actually work. Whatever he needed to do, it needed to be done within the next two minutes or Mallory was just going to transmute them away.
Preferably into a shower.
‘ i miss you . i miss you every day that i’m not with you . ’ (bc i love hurting you... BATJOKES)
Of all the things the Bat had given him over the years- fractured noses, cracked ribs, a broken heart- this hurt the most. J would take the bruises. He wanted, craved them in comparison to this emptiness in his chest, this sense of wandering. He had no purpose anymore.
“Don’t do this to me, B,” It was a rare sober moment for him, complete lucidity through the madness. “It’s not funny.” Maybe it was a joke. A big cosmic joke and Bruce was just the messenger. It was the only explanation he would accept because the thought that Batsy missed him enough to seek him out, but not enough to come back to him, was too much for even Joker to bear.
‘ eternal peace is probably overrated . ’ (ben and vi!)
“Eternal peace doesn’t exist.”
If it did, her mom would be there. Moira. Jeffrey. Angela and Margret. Violet hadn’t believed in God in a long time, in heaven’s peace and light longer still. Yet watching her mother and brother die only solidified the idea that it didn’t- and had never- existed. But if it did, it sure as hell wasn’t New York.
‘ we were … we were just kids . little kids . ’ (michael and vi!)
Violet should have been better. She was older, she knew what the house did to it’s living residents. To the Harmon family especially. Violet swore they were cursed, some stupid pentagram burned into their family tree. The house just capitalized on it.
“You were,” The words came out harsher than intended, anger tainting her voice. For who Michael turned out to be, for herself for letting it happen. “Look, I knew better. And I should have been better.”
@chaoswcn
‘ i think maybe you’re the only person who really knows who i am and still likes me anyway . ’ (allison and vanya!)
Vanya gave an uneasy smile. Allison. Allison who tried to make amends for their childhood, Allison who had tried so hard to be the big sister Vanya had always wanted.
Allison who didn’t remember anything.
“Of course, you’re my-” A hesitation, a thick swallow. “You’re my friend. You’re not an awful person, I wouldn’t like you if you were.”
No, Vanya was the bad person. Vanya was the one that did something so awful they had to jump timelines.
‘ you don’t have to apologize just for existing . ’ (carol @ vanya!)
“If my existence caused something bad to happen, maybe I should,” Vanya’s lips drew together in a harsh line, unwilling to meet the other’s eyes. She knew she did something bad, something awful enough to where Five had deposited her and Allison here.
As punishment, she was probably thinking. Five always seemed to understand their father before the rest of them did. If the small memories, quick flashes of destruction and death and the most beautiful music Vanya had ever heard were any indicator, she deserved punishment.
@cptaindcnvers
( * & . — THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY SENTENCE STARTERS .
‘ you’re are depraving some village of their idiot . ’
‘ i miss you . i miss you every day that i’m not with you . ’
‘ i didn’t think it was possible to miss a person this much . ’
‘ if you love music then you’re in the right place . ’
‘ the ties that bind you together make you stronger than you are alone . ’
‘ i can’t just call him in the afterlife and be like , ‘ can you please stop playing tennis with hitler for a moment and take a quick call ? ’ ’
‘ get up . we’re going to save the world . ’
‘ it’s not spandex , it’s leather . and you used to like it . a lot , if i recall . ’
‘ we can accomplish anything when we accept responsibility together . this is what creates trust . ’
‘ you never know when to stop , do you ? ’
‘ you got enough material for your sequel yet ? ’
‘ i bet you’re loving this , hm ? the team at it’s best . it’s just like old times . ’
‘ he hated children too and he had plenty of us . ’
‘ if you believe in yourself , just once , great things are gonna happen for you . ’
‘ i know that i let you down , but i could do anything for you . ’
‘ you know , i liked you a lot better before you got laid . ’
‘ oh yeah , it is your skirt . i found it in your room . it’s a little dated , but it’s very breathy on the … bits . ’
‘ you’re the most important person in the world to me . ’
‘ best . funeral . ever ! ’
‘ sometimes men are unredeemable shits . ’
‘ we were … we were just kids . little kids . ’
‘ we all came home . since we’re here , we might as well save the world . ’
‘ i’ve decided you’re the only one i can trust . ’
‘ if you’re raised to believe that nothing about you is special , if the benchmark is extraordinary , what do you do if you’re not ? ’
‘ eternal peace is probably overrated . ’
‘ we all wanted to be loved by a man incapable of giving love . ’
‘ one grows used to things , even if , sometimes one shouldn’t . ’
‘ look , you wanna pay your respects ? go ahead . but at least be honest about the kind of man he was . ’
‘ you of all people should be on my side . he had to send you a million miles away . that’s how much he couldn’t stand the sight of you . ’
‘ i feel like we should stop him , but then again i also just kinda wanna see what happens . ’
‘ you make me want to wake up each day and you’re in my dreams every night . ’
‘ you also told me that licking a nine volt battery would give me pubes . ’
‘ i’m just gonna go murder mom , i’ll be right back . ’
‘ last time we tried to stop it , we all died . what makes this time any different ? ’
‘ we actually have the chance of saving the lives of billions of people . ’
‘ it wasn’t his fault ‘cause he was ridiculously high , right ? and the girl , she thought he was a furry … ’
‘ i think maybe you’re the only person who really knows who i am and still likes me anyway . ’
‘ you don’t get to blame your problems on anyone but yourself . ’
‘ we didn’t choose this life . we’re just living it . ’
‘ than christ he’s not our real father , so we couldn’t inherit those cold , dead eyes . ’
‘ you don’t have to apologize just for existing . ’
‘ when something seems to perfect , it’s usually anything but . ’
‘ all the what - if’s start to haunt you . ’
‘ i’m done playing their games . i’m ready for a change . ’
‘ i would love to play cops and robbers , wear a mask , and feel important , but guess what ? recess is over . it’s grown - up time . ’
‘ we have a great job . the best job . we got it made , asshole . ’
‘ people still don’t take me seriously . i wanna be numb again . ’
‘ i stayed because the world needed me . ’
‘ at least i make my own decisions . ’
‘ i have been left out of everything for as long as i can remember . ’
‘ nowhere to go . no way to change . ’
‘ but now , i know nothing in my life was real . so i’m starting over . ’
‘ you do whatever it takes to survive . or you die . ’
‘ i don’t belong anywhere , thanks to you ! you made me a killer ! ’
‘ i’ve done unimaginable things , things you couldn’t even comprehend , just to get back here and save you . ’
‘ she needs our help and we can’t do that if she’s locked in a cage . ’
‘ i mean , it must be scary . terrifying , really . to discover that you can do something that you never thought you could do . ’
‘ it’s not difficult to accept , it’s impossible to accept ! ’
‘ what are you still doing here ? we’re trying to have a serious conversation . ’
‘ what’s going on with you ? and don’t tell me everything is alright because i saw you in there . you were crying like a baby . ’
‘ you saved my life ! ’
‘ i don’t want them to see me like this . besides , you know , i’d just hold them back . ’
‘ how about we ask him after we kill him ? ’
‘ maybe they’ll brood each other to death . ’
‘ you’re a real sick bastard . ’
‘ would you stop it ? why are you putting this shit in your body ? ’
‘ he must have been a very special person to put up with your weird - ass shit . ’
‘ you were my greatest disappointment . you only scratched the surface of what you were capable of . ’
‘ i lost someone . the only … the only person i’ve ever truly loved more than myself . ’
‘ you know , before you kill him , you might want to hear what he has to say . ’
‘ we all came home . since we’re here , we might as well save the world . ’
also for @cptaindcnvers, @villcnoustreachery, @dcarestdarling, @spcderboy. @wrctergirl, @chaoswcn, @mcrgcnstern.
( * & . — HOZIER LYRIC STARTERS .
* taken from his most recent songs !
‘ i couldn’t utter my love when it counted . ’
‘ i couldn’t whisper when you needed it shouted . ’
‘ remember me , love , when i’m reborn . ’
‘ when i met you , my virtues uncounted . ’
‘ all of my goodness is going with you now . ’
‘ i was housed by your warmth , but i was transformed by your grounded and giving and darkening scorn . ’
‘ when i first saw you the end was soon . ’
‘ give your heart and soul to charity . ’
‘ the rest of you , the best of you , honey , belongs to me . ’
‘ ain’t it a gentle sound , the rolling in the graves ? ’
‘ ain’t you my baby ? ’
‘ nothing fucks with my baby . ’
‘ the same kind of music haunts her bedroom . ’
‘ i’m almost me again , she’s almost you . ’
‘ i wouldn’t know where to start . ’
‘ be still my foolish heart , don’t ruin this on me . ’
‘ do i owe each kiss to lip and cheek as soft ? ’
‘ i’ve got some color back , she thinks so too . ’
‘ i laugh like me again , she laughs like you . ’
‘ is everything alright ? ’
‘ i still watch you when you’re groovin’ . ’
‘ when you move , i’m moved . ’
‘ you are a call to motion . ’
‘ all of you a verb in perfect view . ’
‘ i could never define all that you are to me . ’
‘ move me , baby . ’
‘ when you move i can recall something that’s gone from me . ’
‘ when you move , honey , i’m put in awe of something so flawed and free . ’
‘ all the fear and the fire at the end of the world happens each time a boy falls in love with a girl . ’
‘ i’m in love with you . ’
‘ that love soon might end and be knowing in its aching , it’s shown in the shaking . ’
‘ be still , my incredible friend . ’
‘ you are unbreaking though quaking , though crazy . ’
‘ when the meaning is gone , there is clarity . ’
‘ be thankful some know it lovingly . ’
also for @cptaindcnvers, @villcnoustreachery, @dcarestdarling, @spcderboy. @wrctergirl, @chaoswcn, @mcrgcnstern.
