#trapped soul

[cosmicbacklog]

Me surviving 2026

[lucaisonsns]

Trapped Soul

"Forgive me, my son... Please give me back my body. I swear I'll become a better father. I don't want to be trapped here forever..."

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This time I want to create a more emotional and dramatic drawing, with a color palette inspired by "Insidious" haha

[briefbestiary]

Distorted equine souls caught entwined with branches. As part of its surprise, it not only screams out, but may also suddenly drop from its hidden spot to suddenly dangle in front of its victims.

[flamingredanon]

So things haven't been going Henry's way recently. First he gets caught by the CCC along with Toppat leader Reginald, aka the guy he stole the ruby from. Then Reginald's soul somehow gets stuck with him thanks to the CCC doing dumb stuff. And now Reginald knows about his timeline powers because of this. Henry adapts quickly, and the two made it out of the CCC facility, but Reginald is still stuck in Henry's body.

Now they have to find a way to get Reg his body back. Easier said than done, especially since Reginald can see Henry's choices now, and thinks he knows better.

AKA Reginald the back seat driver whether Henry likes it or not.

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Reginald thought he had a great plan with returning to the Toppats, but he found out that no one could really see him and some Toppats were still quite salty with Henry for stealing their ruby and killed him, well them.

Henry just casually went back a few choices in time as Reginald went from freaking out over dying despite being a soul tethered to Henry, to slowly realizing that Henry has dealt with being killed multiple times before and that things weren't as easy as he thought it would be.

After Reginald tried to suggest a few more choices and having those blow up in his and Henry's face, Henry decided to just head back to his small house to rest and figure out a plan to get back inside the CCC and get Reginald into his body.

Henry was surprised with how well Reginald's suggestion on cooking produced a delicious dinner and Reginald was shocked on seeing the Tunisian Diamond just casually sitting in Henry's closet alongside the Romanian Ruby, slightly impressed and yet angry that Henry had stolen from the Toppats twice.

After some research, Henry and Reginald figured out the basics of the CCC building they escaped from, Henry packing several strange gadgets into a small fanny pack while Reginald fussed with how dusty the house was, before the thief headed off to bed for the night.

Eventually they would begin operation Recovering the Body, but for now, Reginald would just have to slowly adjust to the current unpleasant situation.

[completelychaoticbabe]

[michael-langdon-appreciation]

Vengeance

NOT MICHAEL X MALLORY!!!!!! 

Summary: Mallory has served her time as Supreme and as once sentence ends another begins as she finally arrives in hell. But things aren’t how she expected, there’s an old enemy waiting for her.

Warning: Swearing! 

A/N: I was blessed with this idea a while back, thank you to whoever requested this I love it! I repeat this is not a drabble shipping them! It’s an exploration of two rivals meeting for one final time, the Michael and Mallory moment we never really got. 

I don’t remember dying, but when I wake I know for a fact that I am dead. I only visited hell twice in my life and that was when I brought John-Henry back and when I died from that poisoned apple, but I remember the feeling of my skin constantly pricking and the voice just behind my ear that used to whisper that I didn’t belong there. 

There’s no voice anymore.

I’m sitting in a room covered from floor to ceiling with black tiles, there’s an administration desk to the right also black, which seats a figure I’ve heard of, but never had a reason to call upon during my reign as Supreme. 

Papa Legba nods his head in greeting, ‘So the great Supreme is finally dead.’ 

He rises to greet me, even offering me his hand. I take it, ‘Hello Papa, I assume this is hell?’

‘The gateway to it, yes.’ He reveals, ‘You are lucky to be here. Most souls have no knowledge they are in hell, but you have always been different have you not?’

That is true, my differences have always made me the Ugly Duckling, ‘I know why I’m here.’ I’m not going to show any weakness in front of a Loba, Cordelia taught me better than that. ‘I know all witches go to hell.’

‘You are here because of the choices and decisions you made throughout your life.’ Papa reveals, ‘You did some nasty things as Supreme, Mallory.’

‘Heavy is the head that wears the crown.’ I quote and Papa Legba’s golden teeth shine. 

‘This way.’

I’m lead down a corridor still of black tile but there are braziers sunk into the walls. It’s all very hellish to me, the fired tamed and flickering, casting nightmarish shadows everywhere like a promise of what’s to come. ‘Why all this set up?’ I ask, unable to contain myself any longer. ‘Madison said when she died she was stuck in her own version of hell right away. There was none of this…’ I can’t describe what it is that’s going on, ‘This procedure.’

A bark of laughter escapes Papa, ‘You are here because he wishes to speak with you before you are sent off.’

I haven’t felt fear in a long time. Being the Supreme gave me a kind of resilience to the idea of death because it was eventful and my life had dangled on a string for so long, but the idea of coming face to face with Satan himself after what I had done was terrifying. I swallow down my nerves as we enter a throne room. This is grandiose and all for show. Fire pits sizzle from the doorway leading right up to the throne, a plush red carpet with intricate black and gold designs cushion my feet as I walk. I can’t make out who is seated in the throne, but there is someone there, their aura of sheer darkness calling to me. It beckons me with a taste of something so familiar, a rotting scent I’ve only ever smelled on one person before.

‘Well, well, well.’ His voice is smooth and just as beautiful as the rest of him, ‘I have waited a very long time to see you again, Mallory.’

I was afraid, now I’m completely immobile. Papa Legba’s hand rests on the small of my back, he pushes me forwards and presents me before his boss, ‘As you requested, sir.’

‘You may leave.’ Michael Langdon commands, tossing his golden hair over a shoulder, his hand flexing elegantly on the armrest of his throne. He’s hiding his anxiety well, casting what appears to be a bored eye over me. Langdon slouches in his throne, as if it’s such a tough life, residing over Hell. But I can see how tightly strung he is, how he’s waited for this day ever since I killed him.

This is Michael’s vengeance.

‘Finally had the life sucked out of you.’ He observes, ‘I hope it was painful.’

‘I died surrounded by my sisters.’ I reply, knowing it’s going to piss him off even further. ‘I died in the arms of those who loved me.’

Michael’s hand twitches, the rings on his fingers glinting darkly. He doesn’t say anything, leaning forwards to get a better look at me, ‘How idyllic.’ 

‘Better than being roadkill.’

He stands and the fire pits surge with his anger. I instinctively try to use my magic but I have none whatsoever, Michael recognises my stance however and a low chuckle echoes around the throne room, ‘Oh I remember our little spat back at the Outpost. I remember everything Mallory.’ 

‘You mean the Hawthorne Academy?’ I challenge, ‘Because the Outposts never happened. I killed you.’

There’s a dreadful silence where Michael just observes me. His finger runs over his lip and then he deposits himself neatly back in his throne, ‘Did you enjoy killing me? Did you find satisfaction in watching my body crack and break under that car?’ And just like that I feel like nothing has changed. I am once again answering Michael Langdon feeling lower than an ant he could smash at any moment, ‘You are lower than an ant.’ He says and my eyes jump to meet his. 

So he could read minds.

‘Only when I want to.’ Michael answers, ‘Usually people’s thoughts are disgusting. I learned at a young age not to go there too often.’ His eyes travel over my black ensemble, ‘They are so base, full of wanton desires, thirsting for what they can never have-’

I cut him off, ’If you are going to send me to my eternal hell then do so.’ 

‘You’ve aged horribly.’ 

It’s a low blow, but I find my fists clenching at his rudeness. ‘Always a child.’ I fire back, ‘It’s almost comforting to see that some things never change.’

‘You amuse me, Mallory.’ Michael says, ‘You’re as pathetic as your Coven and I am going to greatly enjoy watching you suffer for all time.’

‘Then why aren’t you?’ The spark of curiosity is evident in my voice and Michael’s eyes narrow. ‘You failed your father.’ I press, ‘You caused the apocalypse yes, but you also died before you could remake the world. Why aren’t you paying the price too?’

‘What makes you think I didn’t?’

It’s no the answer I was expecting. I catch the hurt lance across Michael’s eyes, just a faint glimmer before he seals it away. It’s betrayal and rejection mingled into a face of marble, as flawless as the lock he’s fashioned around himself. Michael may not be in his own hell, but he’s just as much a prisoner as the rest of us and the longer we just stare back at each other I realise that Michael Langdon was just a pawn, a power-move by Satan that didn’t work out. That’s all he was and so here he is, stuck in the middle with nowhere to go and no respite. He rules and condemns completely robbed of the chance to fulfil that innate humanity still bleating inside of him. 

‘You cannot save me.’ Michael spits, ‘You don’t want to either.’

I look away from him and into the fires, ‘If things had been different.’

‘We were born to be enemies.’ Michael descends the few steps that separate us, but he sweeps past me. His boots soften on the red carpet and I know I must follow him. His golden locks shine like a candle, guiding the way. When we step into the hallway it’s changed slightly, the black tiles remain but now there are thousands of doors lining each wall. 

We walk for about ten minutes in silence, the only sound our footsteps and the thin rustle of Michael’s velvet blazer. He stops outside of a door, just like any other, unremarkable and mine. ‘I’ve been looking forward to this.’ He opens the door with a flash of his white teeth, ‘The only fun I have is thinking up the various hells for everyone and even that can get so tedious.’ Michael rolls his eyes, ‘The amount of spider dens, betrayal and death is just so mundane. But I had to make everything just right for you.’

There isn’t a single atom in my body that wants to step inside, I already have an idea of what I’m going to see inside. My sisters, the ones who died before me and those who have succeeded me, all my loved ones. They’ll be dead, slaughtered by Michael’s hand no doubt and I’ll be powerless to stop him.

‘Do you think I’d be so obvious?’ Michael smirks, ‘I want you to revisit your lowest moment, forever.’ 

He pushes me through the door and slams it shut behind me. My heart clenches at the sickening surroundings and how I’m not dressed - Outpost 3 and once again I’m young and my powers lie dormant. 

I’m grey once more. 

She sits before me, all taffeta plumes of purple her hands out before me, her nails a sparkling red, ‘MALLORY.’ Coco shrieks, ‘You are so fucking irritating, always daydreaming. Wake up and grab some toilet roll.’

My mouth twists in disdain, ’You’re fucking kidding me, right?’ 

‘I just painted my nails. Come on, wipe me!’ 

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[phellitosway]

‪Praying for myself like you used to

Embracing myself like you do too

I know things is different

Yo name is different

And as strange as it is

I’m okay with this and

I can’t say it different..

Never even met him, can’t hate the nigga

Although I hate the feelin’...

Although I hate the feelin’

‪I gotta face the feelin’‬

‪I gotta feel that shit‬

‪Dead the feelin’, kill that shit ‬

‪The only way to heal that shit

- Bryson Tiller

[satanisatrap]

//I've drawn Blastic's boy Ewan before so I got the idea to draw him again with Lucy but this time - dead and trapped in the bunny. I really like how it came out tbh, hope Blastic likes it too 😄

// Ewan belongs to @blasticheart and Lucy is mine.