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I participated in the Far Cry 5 Anniversary Gift Exchange, hosted by @detectivelokis, and was paired with @jinfromyarikawa!
So here is my gift for you: a drawing of your OC, Rose Cortéz :)
I studied the moodboards you created, the picrew images you made, and the fics you wrote to gather information. When it came to her appearance, I saw that she had a faceclaim, Eiza Gonzáles, long and curly hair, and was usually associated with the color red, flowers, ornate dresses, and gold jewelry. Rose, especially after she married the Father and became “The Mother”, struck me as someone with an aura of confidence, dignity, and power.
It seemed to me that they were a fusional couple, very supportive of each other. But it also appeared that their relationship, at least at the beginning, was not the healthiest and that, in your story, Joseph was rather manipulative. Even though I wanted the focus to be on Rose, I included his hand (covered by hers, with her wedding ring visible) on her shoulder to symbolize their love, the strength of their bond, the fact they can rely on each other… but also a hint of control. Joseph’s blue rosary, which contrasts with his wife’s red dress, is a reminder that religion is one of the foundations of their relationship.
Anyway, that’s everything I wanted this portrait to represent. I really, really hope I did your OC (and your ship) justice and that you like this gift! And thanks again, @detectivelokis, for hosting this event!
#it was my first time doing this#I finally dared#I used to be intimidated but this time I was ready#it was exciting!#rose cortéz#rose cortez#joseph seed x oc#joseph seed#my art#fan art#traditional art#digital coloring#far cry 5#fc5exchange23
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— Original Character Directory —
here is a basic list of active ocs I have created (+ their ships) that will hopefully make it easier for anyone curious about them to find information as well as for my own organizational purposes. This will be updated with new ocs as well!
STAR WARS:
Imogen Kol (Jedi Games/Andor) [tag] [pinterest]
Adhira Berkana (Ahsoka) [tag] [pinterest]
Feraleth Stendar (The High Republic) [tag]
Zephyrine Abraxas (The High Republic) [tag] [pinterest]
Leera Locke (The Mandalorian) [tag] [pinterest]
THE LAST OF US:
Morgan Reed (Game) [tag] [pinterest]
Raleigh Pierce (Game) [tag]
Beck Emerson (HBO Show) [tag]
CYBERPUNK 2077:
Vaune Iyer [tag] [pinterest]
BALDUR’S GATE 3:
Hael Ashwood [tag] [pinterest]
FAR CRY 5:
Lorna Holt [tag] [pinterest]
Rocky Blackburn [tag]
SKYRIM:
Yrsa Gunnr [tag] [pinterest]
Kåre Battle-Born [tag]
RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2:
Theodora Thorne [tag] [pinterest]
CALL OF DUTY:
Genevieve Cohen [tag] [pinterest]
VARIOUS:
Eddy (Dungeons & Dragons/Baldur’s Gate 3/The Golden Rose) [tag] [pinterest]
ORIGINAL WORKS:
Jayde Thatcher [tag] [pinterest]
Nadya Bishop [tag] [pinterest]
Skye Thatcher [tag]
Toby Cortez [tag]
Andrea Thatcher [tag]
Tristan Thatcher [tag]
SHIPS:
Imogen x Bix Caleen [tag]
Imogen & Cal Kestis (frenemies) [tag]
Jayde x Nadya [tag]
Vaune x Panam Palmer [tag]
Hael x Shadowheart [tag]
Adhira x Shin Hati x Sabine Wren [tag]
Yrsa x Kåre [tag]
#don’t mind me just making a pinned post here#holy fuckin shit this took forever#and there are still a couple ocs/ships I didn’t add because they’re basically inactive rn#I mean some on this kinda are too ngl but.#at least his is here and everyone who has a tag and a Pinterest has been linked so#I hate sharing my Pinterest because everyone else’s is so organized and curated#and a good chunk of mine need a lot of work…..#but fuck it here we are!!!
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ROLEPLAY HISTORY!
The rules are simple! Post characters you’d like to roleplay as, have roleplayed as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten, just write down however many you can and tag that number of people). Please repost, don’t reblog!
CURRENT MUSE(S):
here on smiletimeisrunningout but also previous blogs:
Emma since before 2012. Though she kinda counts like more than one muse considering she has several main universes and then adaptations to other shows lol
on my multi savingthrcw but they are all either severely canon divergent or even alternate universe versions or ocs, with only a few exceptions:
Sarah Walker (Chuck) (closest to canon)
Jenny II (Doctor Who)
Stella (oc)
Terra from (ff6)
AU Jemma Simmons (Agents of SHIELD)
Kate Austen (Lost)
Ana Lucia Cortez (Lost)
the Book and Tvshow versions of Alina Starkov (Grishaverse) (may sorta be put on hiatus soon because I didn't write them as soon as I added them and I feel I'm forgetting how I meant to write them lol)
Ellie Bartowski (Chuck) (like Sarah she's close to canon but has canon divergent verses)
Alex McHugh (Chuck) (like Ellie)
Solona Amell (DAO) modded player's character
Neria Surana (DAO), player's character
Lily Tabris (DAO) same as Neria
Ellana Lavellan (DAI) player's character
Lex (BG3) player's character
Tauriel (The Hobbit)
Rose Tyler (Doctor Who) Bad Wolfed version
Emma Swan but nearly closed (OUAT)
Clarke Griffin (The 100)
WANT TO WRITE:
(But will not write for sure because I don't have a grasp of 'historical' English language and I could never write the correct dialogue for them, and I'm not going to butcher canon characters making them speak in an unjustified modern way)
Penelope Featherington (Bridgerton)
Young Queen Charlotte (from Bridgerton universe)
Mary Woodhull (Turn WS)
Yennefer (The Witcher)
(But I will not write because I don't think I can channel them properly)
Inej Ghafa (Shadow and Bone tvshow)
Parker (Leverage)
Claire Littleton (Lost)
Daisy Johnson (AoS)
(And I might write)
ocs I'm picturing in my head
HAVE WRITTEN:
Bucky Barnes (MCU) around 2012 when characterization didn't really matter and we were tremendously ooc but having fun
Ruby and Belle from OUAT, same as Bucky
Maria Hill/Robin Scherbatski as mentioned above
oc inspired by Lara Croft
other versions of canon Emma Swan (OUAT)
Snow White and her mother Eva (OUAT)
Elizabeth Swann (POTC)
canon Jemma Simmons and more canon divergent versions with their own (surprisingly long lived) blogs
Britta Perry (Community)
Lily Evans (HP)
more that I have forgotten
WOULD WRITE AGAIN:
my oc Ada
tagged by: @honorhearted and @pagetreader
tagging: @retrograderesemblance @writtenxbeginnings @annastrxng @hqlfbloods @trcstme @serpcntes @gccdstories @forthewinn and anyone who wants to jump in!
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ROUND 2 / SIDE A / POLL 3
Artekai x Fross (@artekai) vs Rose Cortez x Joseph Seed (@jinfromyarikawa)
who makes up your ship?:
Artekai (he/him) and Fross (he/him)
why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:
What's NOT toxic about them? Fross is an immortal space billionaire, while Artekai (also Kai) is a mortal on Earth in the middle of a corruption arc. Fross has a victim complex, Kai has a hero complex. They enable the worst in each other, but they would hate each other if they actually took the time to get to know one another. They are in love because they are both somehow equally pretentious somehow, they are in love with the idea of being in love, they are just each other’s escapism. They met because Kai fatally stabbed Fross while he was trying to steal Earth's terraforming system (long story, they are Horizon OCs). But Kai quickly regretted it, because he realized that Fross was unarmed, and it was against his moral code to attack someone who was unarmed. And so, to avoid having that weighing on his conscience, he decided to take Fross and nurse him back to health. Yes, they both thought this was the most romantic thing ever. Kai considers this a casual fling like most of his romantic relationships, but Fross would do anything to make Kai his and only his forever. From lies, manipulation, and guilt tripping, to gaslighting, kidnapping, and isolating Kai from his loved ones, it's all on the table. He’s certainly not afraid to take advantage of the vulnerable state that Kai was in when he got into his relationship (he had just had a really bad friendship breakup, so he was horribly lonely and his ego had been shattered). When the truths that Fross had been hiding from Kai finally came out, Fross snapped and tried to kidnap him, planning to drag him to space with him and make him immortal as well so they could be together forever. It was then that Kai finally decided that he was done, and so he fatally stabbed Fross again in a fit of rage, coming full circle.
ship tags/playlists/pinterest boards?:
Ship tag: Frosskai Artekai playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7vmQQ3oJOqItfMCpMg2Ab1?si=e61bc643276d466b Fross playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/13dyyNtUismAc2LzjJdxSX?si=3b97080df1214b02 Frosskai playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5o5uIiOE2HEwhwT3US2KET?si=8cf3cdcd3ae74c1c
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art by @wewillryes
who makes up your ship?:
Rose Cortez and Joseph Seed
why does your ship deserve to be considered the most toxic?:
Where do I start... They are two people that found comfort in the other. That comfort isn't always the happy and loving comfort they needed. The relationship did start with Joseph manipulating Rose, making her emotionally and mentally vulnerable. Even if Rose became self aware of what he did, she very much took advantage of her situation. Just like Joseph did with her, she too found a way to emotionally and mentally manipulate him. It became a push and pull between them, making the other worse instead of better. They encourage the horrible behavior and excused the others actions. Joseph and Rose are not just horrible to each other but to everyone else around them.
ship tags/playlists/pinterest boards?:
x: hay amores que matan, joseph x rose, https://www.tumblr.com/jinfromyarikawa/705307805986570240/joseph-seed-x-rose-cort%C3%A9z-x?source=share playlist link
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《HxH OC》
Name: Angelina "Angel" Cortez
Angelina Cortez
Natural Nen Type: Emitter
Nen Ability: Ghost in the Dark
Age: 35
Skills: Angelina is a highly skilled Nen user with a strong sense of justice and a confident, assertive leadership style. She is proficient in hand-to-hand combat and has a natural aptitude for infiltration, deception, and stealth. In addition, she is an expert at gathering information and intelligence, making her an invaluable asset to the Anti-Terrorist Strike Force (A.T.S.F.) and the Hunter Association.
Personality: Angelina is a strong-willed and determined individual, with a deep sense of compassion and a desire to help those in need. She is highly perceptive and intuitive, and is able to sense when something is wrong or when danger is present. She is also confident and assertive, with a natural ability to take charge of any situation and lead her team to victory.
Background: Angelina was born and raised in a small, poor village, where she witnessed firsthand the injustices and hardships that many people face. This experience shaped her strong sense of justice and desire to make a difference in the world. She eventually joined the Hunter Association, where she quickly rose through the ranks due to her exceptional skills and determination. Today, she is a Senior Member of the Hunter Association and serves as the acting leader of the A.T.S.F. in the absence of Botobai Gigante, the primary leader of the team.
Nen Ability:
Ghost in the Dark: Angelina's Nen ability allows her to instantly teleport to a target location and deliver powerful physical attacks with speed and precision. This ability is classified as a type of Emitter, as Angelina is able to project her Nen energy outwards to perform the teleportation.
To use this ability, Angelina must focus her Nen energy and select a target location within the range of her [En]. The range of her [En] is determined by Angelina's level of control and mastery over her Nen, and can be increased with training and practice. Once the target location is selected, Angelina can teleport to that location instantly.
In addition to teleporting herself, Angelina can also teleport other people as long as she touches them and they are within the range of her [En]. This allows her to bring teammates or allies with her when she teleports, making her a valuable asset for team operations and rescue missions.
One unique aspect of this ability is that it allows Angelina to pass through solid objects, such as walls or barriers. However, this comes with a limitation: there is a 5 second delay before she can reappear on the other side of the solid object. This delay allows her opponents to anticipate her movements and prepare a defense, so it is important for Angelina to use this aspect of the ability wisely.
There is also a risk effect associated with this ability: when Angelina is about to teleport, her body becomes blurry and begins to glow blue. This effect is caused by the strain on her Nen as she expends extra energy to perform the teleportation. While this effect can be used to her advantage to distract and disorient her opponents, it also has a cost: the more frequently Angelina uses this ability, the more Nen energy she will expend, potentially leaving her vulnerable if she is unable to recharge her Nen quickly enough.
In summary, "Ghost in the Dark" is a highly versatile and powerful Nen ability that allows Angelina to deliver devastating physical attacks from unexpected angles and locations, as well as teleport herself and others around her. It is particularly useful for infiltration and surprise attacks, as well as for gathering information and intelligence. With the ability to pass through solid objects and the risk effect of glowing blue and becoming blurry, Angelina is able to access areas that would be otherwise unreachable and distract and disorient her opponents, making her an invaluable asset to the A.T.S.F. and the Hunter Association.
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Hi, everyone! In case you don’t know, I’m going to be moving blogs within the next few days. Unfortunately, I am currently unable to get my muse page up and running due to the whole JavaScript issue… Tumblr Support is working with me to resolve that soon!
So, I thought I’d give an update on which muses will be on the new blog! The majority of muses you see me writing on here will also be written on the new blog; however, around 30 are being removed due to lack of muse. The ones being removed are listed below:
REMOVED MUSES
Uhtred Ragnarsson (the last kingdom)
Aethelflaed of Mercia (the last kingdom)
Eadith of Mercia (the last kingdom)
Alexis Rose (schitt’s creek)
Moira Rose (schitt’s creek)
April Ludgate (parks and recreation)
Chris Trager (parks and recreation)
Castiel (supernatural)
Christian Keene (insatiable)
Nonnie Thompson (insatiable)
Edmund Pevensie (the chronicles of narnia)
Lucy Pevensie (the chronicles of narnia)
Gregor Johnson (the underland chronicles)
Felonious Gru (despicable me)
Cha Hyunsuk (memories of the alhambra)
Iago (othello)
Oh Il-nam (squid game)
Jamal Turner (on my block)
Jon Snow (game of thrones)
Jorah Mormont (game of thrones)
Petyr Baelish (game of thrones)
Judy Hale (dead to me)
Michelle Gutierrez (dead to me)
Leith Bayard (reign)
Lincoln kom Trikru (the 100)
Mónica Gaztambide / Stockholm (la casa de papel)
Raquel Murillo / Lisbon (la casa de papel)
Aníbal Cortez / Río (la casa de papel)
Zahid Raja (atypical)
In addition, some of my muses will be privatized, meaning I will ONLY write them with certain muns. You know who you are! The muses being privatized are listed below:
PRIVATE MUSES
Klaus Mikaelson (the vampire diaries)
Leslie Knope (parks and recreation)
Ruby Hill (good girls)
Ragnar Ragnarsson (the last kingdom)
Sigtryggr Ivarsson (the last kingdom)
Stiorra Uhtredsdottir (the last kingdom)
Martín Berrote / Palermo (la casa de papel)
Rafael de Fonollosa (la casa de papel)
Daniel Ramos / Denver (la casa de papel)
However, don’t worry! Some new muses are being added! These include Murray from Stranger Things, Adam from Saw, and several new OCs! Stay tuned, and I’ll see you over on fantasywritten!
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Under read more, a reminder of who my muses are, so you can like for a starter (obviously if it says 'open only to a few characters' check the navi page to know which ones) (also on their navi and about pages you can find wanted ships too, and in my pinned post links to their opens and other individual posts)
Kate Austen (Lost) [open to: canon and canon div. characters I know // crossovers: yes]
Sarah Walker (Chuck) [open to: canon, canon divergent and oc characters // crossovers: yes]
Jenny II, regenerated Doctor's daughter (Doctor Who) [open to: canon, canon divergent and oc characters // crossovers: yes]
Clarke Griffin (the 100, s1-s6) [open to: a few canon and canon div. characters // crossovers: no]
Alien Jemma Simmons (AoS, s1-s4) [open to: some canon and canon div. characters, some ocs // crossovers: yes (selectively)]
Lex (Baldur's Gate 3, the Tav) [in progress, can be open to teammates but before arc 3]
Alex McHugh (Chuck)[Open to: canon, canon divergent and oc characters // crossovers: maybe]
Terra Branford (ff6) [open to: canon, canon div. characters and ocs // crossovers: yes]
Neria Surana, elf mage Hero of Ferelden / potential follower (Dragon Age) [Open to: canon, canon divergent and oc characters // crossovers: yes]
Lily Tabris, elf warrior Hero of Ferelden / potential follower (Dragon Age) [Open to: canon, canon divergent and oc characters // crossovers: yes]
Book!Alina Starkov (Grishaverse)[open to: canon, canon divergent and oc characters // crossovers: no]
Show!Alina Starkov (Shadow and Bone) [open to: canon, canon divergent and oc characters // crossovers: not yet]
Bad Wolf Rose Tyler (Doctor Who) [open to: a few canon and canon div. characters // crossovers: no]
Ana Lucia Cortez (Lost) [open to: a few canon Lost characters // crossovers: no]
Ellie Bartowski (Chuck) [Open to: canon, canon divergent and oc characters // crossovers: maybe]
Cassandra Cillian (the Librarians) [open to: a few canon and canon div. characters // crossovers: no]
Tauriel (The Hobbit) [open to: canon, canon divergent and oc characters // crossovers: not yet]
Ellana Lavellan, dalish elf mage / inquisitor, never follower (DAI) [open to: canon, canon divergent and oc characters // crossovers: no]
Solona Amell, human mage (??) Eldritch horror / hero or follower (DAO)[Open to: canon, canon divergent and oc characters // crossovers: no]
Emma Swan (OUAT) [open to: Killian, David, Snow // crossovers: no]
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Rose Cortéz
Thank you @hoesephseed! for letting me draw this absolute queen
I hope I did her justice ^^’
#oc: rose cortez#friends oc#far cry 5 oc#eur0paa#ngl may be a lil fruity for her#others oc#art for others
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Paradise
Matthew 5:6 Blessed Are Those Who Hunger And Thirst For Righteousness, For They Will Be Filled.
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Mole sisters~ I feel like these two would be best friends
I sketched @89wfox character Rose Thornfire with Vanessa Cortez. I’m trying out different styles and referenced @kibbitzer-blog for pose
#villainos#villainous#black hat#villain#black hat organization#drawing#villainous oc#rose thornfire#vanessa cortez#original character#digital art#villainos oc#villainous ask blog#ask blog
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Universe: My Hero Academia
Pair: OC/Todoroki, BakuDeku build
Prompt: Watching the Sunrise
Bakugou yawned widely as he, Cortez, Todoroki, Uraraka, Tsuyu-Chan and Midoriya were waiting for the sun to rise on the beach. He was dead tired, and it was to be expected, as last night there were also fireworks on the last day of summer break. Midoriya looked at him with slight worry.
“You doing ok, Kacchan?” Midoriya asked and the blonde glared at him causing the green-haired boy to flinch.
“We have been up almost 24 hours, how the hell do you think I feel?” Bakugou growled, then smiled. “About 30 more minutes until the sun rises, then the entire weekend I can sleep my ass off.”
“That's true,” Cortez said and giggled at the two. “It will also depend if your mom will let you sleep in.”
The Explosion Hero looked back with a tick mark. “Like I will let the old hag boss me around.”
“Despite what you say, you will always do whatever she asks.” Tsuyu said bluntly, and this made him even madder. “You are just a sheep in wolf’s clothing.”
Cortez, Uraraka, and Todoroki laughed out loud and Bakugou jumped off and lifted his hands, setting off small blasts.
“I’ll kill you all!” He yelled, and Midoriya was trying to calm him down but he got the full brunt of the blonde’s wrath.
“Kacchan, please calm dow-”
“I am calm, get lost!”
The group then was silent as they saw this and Cortez subtly saw Midoriya shake in fear and sadness. Damn Chihuahua. Cortez thought and promised she would punish him later. Uraraka looked like she was about to cap him but Tsuyu was holding her back and a small fire was coming out of Todoroki’s left side.
Cortez had enough. “Izu-Kun, come over here. Let the Chihuahua fizzle himself out.” Midoriya complied and walked towards the group. What was that look just now? She thought as the Climate Quirk teen thought she also saw a slight look of sorrow coming from the blonde. She pushed that aside though as Midoriya got closer, she grabbed his wrist and pulled him onto her lap and his head was resting on her chest. He slightly blushed.
“A-are you sure this is ok?” Midoriya asked timidly, then looked at Todoroki. He then felt his friend’s arms wrap around him followed by her purple wings.
“It’s fine, you are not getting a nosebleed, right?” Cortez teased and Midoriya just laughed and agreed. Then she looked at Bakugou. “Besides, it is a plus for me when the Yapping Chihuahua looks like he is about to murder me.”
Indeed when everyone looked back at the blonde teen, he was shaking so badly that they thought he was going to explode right then and there. Everyone laughed at the poor teen as he was clearly outnumbered. He eventually sat down with a huff, and Midoriya giggled slightly at his antics. Good, he was out of that rut.
“Hey look, the sun is about to rise!” Uraraka yelled, and everyone in the surrounding area was cheering as well when the beautiful glow of the rising sun rose ever higher on the horizon.
“So beautiful!” Midoriya said, eyes glowing in all its brightness. “It is always refreshing to see nature at its best.”
Cortez nodded. “Yep, sure it is, and it is even more beautiful when you see them together with friends.” Everyone else nodded in agreement. Then she made one last jab. “Now only if the Chihuahua would stop scowling.”
“Screw you, Dragon Bitch!” Bakugou yelled and flipped her off.
And that caused Uraraka to float him for the rest of the sunrise, ignoring his screams and curses as Midoriya looked at Bakugou in worry.
“K-kacchan!”
“He’s fine Bunny, Choco-Chan will not kill him, yet.”
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As the November/December fervor that was New Music, holiday one-shots, and Twelfth Night is starting to die down (it’s not dying down just yet, I know, because starting Friday I’ll be posting every day until 1/5, but it’s fine shhh), I wanted to present some of my other fic ideas to y'all, and let you guys pick what you'd like to see next!!! Whichever one(s) of these I wind up writing, I'll be working on planning the New Music sequel while I do! I’m also going to put ballpark ratings (based on what I have planned/the image I have rattling around in my head of the fic idk)
So here are my current fic/AU ideas that I have rattling around in various stages of planning, in no particular order of personal preference:
(I made headers and they make me happy so you’re going to see them)
1) Yo Ho Hero: Space Pirates AU. Think: Newsies characters, (grittier) Treasure Planet aesthetic, Star Wars planet-hopping, and an embarrassing amount of plot from the Pirates Who Don't Do Anything movie. Jack, Race, and Elmer are plucked out of their ordinary lives and thrust into a whole new world as unlikely heroes when Princess Katherine is captured by a wicked pirate. They join the crew of Prince Crutchie and his mage Davey to rescue Katherine and defeat the evil Captain Mechno-beard. (Rated K+-T because... they’re pirates. It’s going to get violent at times, but I don’t intend for it to be like gory or anything.)
Main Characters: Jack Kelly, Elmer Kasprzak, Race Higgins, Crutchie Morris, Davey Jacobs
Supporting Characters: Spot Conlon, JoJo de la Guerra, Specs, Romeo, Skittery
Minor Characters: Sarah and Les Jacobs, Katherine Pulitzer, Buttons Davenport, Albert Dasilva, Snyder, probably others IDK I haven’t finished planning.
2) The Green Fields of France: beginning in canon-era, a look at the lives of Elaine, Mush, and Finch, along with their descendants. Mush and Finch go off to war and never come back. Years later, Elaine finally learns what happened to them. (This one is entirely self-indulgent, I won't lie) (Rated K+. No adult themes, that I’m planning on, but there will be talk of war and dying. Nothing graphic, but just to be safe)
Main Characters: Elaine O’Dell (OC), Charlie O’Dell (OC)
Supporting Characters: Race Higgins, Albert Dasilva, Crutchie Morris, JoJo de la Guerra, Mush Meyers, Finch Cortez
3) {unnamed modern!academia!AU}: Albert transfers to a new grad school and meets a collection of... interesting people, not the least of which is the enigmatic Race Higgins. Follows them and their friends on a wide variety of adventures over several years as they work on their degrees. Theoretically, several slow burns all at once because I intend for this to be very long and a little over-dramatic. Also, it’s kind of an Indiana Jones/Jurassic Park/Stargate AU all at once don’t ask it just seemed like fun. (Rated T. Moderate adult themes, including alcohol, minor violence, dinosaur violence, alien/sci-fi violence, potential “hooking up”. IDK. They’re adults. Who knows what they’re going to get up to. Again, nothing graphic/explicit/everything will be pretty much glossed over but it will also be there.)
Main Characters: Race Higgins, Albert Dasilva, Mush Meyers, Finch Cortez, Elaine O’Dell, JoJo de la Guerra, Buttons Davenport
Side Characters: Elmer Kasprzak, Davey Jacobs, Sniper Wah, Crutchie Morris, Jack Kelly, Spot Conlon, Tommy Boy, Henry Butler
Minor Characters: Specs, Smalls, Sarah Jacobs, Katherine Pulitzer, probably a lot more honestly if this turns out as long as I think it will, assorted characters from other franchises
4) Shakespeare: canon-era. Maire O'Connell comes from an immigrant family with an abusive father. She becomes a newsie to try and get her siblings away from him, but it's hard. Set in a world more like the 92sies movie than the musical. (Rated K+-T for Maire’s father and the Delancey brothers beating people up)
Main Characters: Maire O’Connell (OC), Jack Kelly, Davey Jacobs, Spot Conlon, Race Higgins, Sarah Jacobs
Side/Minor Characters: other newsies we’ll see who comes up
5) A Midsummer Night's Dream: unsurprisingly based on the title Part 3 of the Modern!Theatre!AU. Jack and Crutchie are still working at the World Theatre and living with Elaine and her brothers. March 12, 2020, their whole world changes. It is a summer of life-altering realizations as they all learn more about themselves and each other and hopefully become better people for it. Yes, this is the COVID quarantine one. Very gay. (Rated K. It’s just soft.)
Main Characters: Jack Kelly, Crutchie Morris, Elaine O’Dell (OC), Alan O’Dell (OC), Alden O’Dell (OC)
Side Characters: Davey Jacobs
Minor Characters: Anyone else who’s come up in As You Like It or Twelfth Night (which I know I haven’t published and have hardly written at this point it’s fine) is fair game, but won’t be appearing much because... quarantine.
6) {unnamed fairy tale AU}: This is literally only a vague idea, but I’m thinking something along the lines of Once Upon a Time, incorporating lots of different fairy tales/themes??? I’m thinking sort of the vibe of the Spiderwick Chronicles meets the Hobbit, with elements of Peter Pan/general changeling child legends and Irish mythology. Very mystical. IDK. If this is the one y’all want to see, it’ll probably take longer to start posting, because I’ll have to do more planning (unlike the others, which I have at least a little bit of planning done for, I have very little of even a concept for this one, it just seems like fun). (Rated ??? because who knows)
{Characters TBD} (I’m leaning towards a Davey lead though, based on the loose image forming in my head after making this moodboard)
Feel free to ask questions about any of these that you’d like to hear more about!!! I’m always happy to talk about story ideas xD Make sure to let me know which one(s) you’d like to see in the near future!!! My mesages and ask box are always open!
Tag list: @the-cowbi @i-am-a-wizard @xbanner-carriedx @celestial-rose-sky @ersterwithablog (let me know if you’d like to be added to/removed from the tag list!!! You can also let me know if there’s a specific story you’d like to be on the tag list for if/when I write it!)
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Fanfic Ask Game: F, N, S? Please and thank you!
Helloo @tortoisesshells and thank you greatly for the ask! I always get so excited about these hehe
F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it. (Thank you for asking this one, because usually I am very shy about my writing and self critical.)
- There is a scene in the next chapter of KSA I am DYING to post (why won’t you go together so smoothly Rest of Chapter?!?) between Salazar and my OC from my other DMTNT fic Secretamente, Bianca. She slyly nudged her way into the story and I’m proud of it because I feel that through the dialogue I was able to expound details of Salazar’s personality without having to write paragraph after paragraph of his motivations. They play off each other in a way that I almost wonder how I even thought of it?
- Also this from KSA, Ch 12, where the conversation between Salazar and Herrera is heavy on theology. Salazar is emotionally torn and unable to sleep, so he turns to the ship’s priest for consolation. What he gets though - isn’t exactly that:
“You will burn the entire ocean and then how shall you continue? What will you rebuild? Who do you trust Armando? Really trust. Me? Lesaro? Magda? Yourself? If you continue this way, the end will be nothing but ashes of your former life. You will remain alone. Alone Armando Salazar. With nothing and no purpose. Your pride, Armando…you must learn humility.”
“Yes, yes. Humility. You see where that left my family. Humility - to grovel at the feet of pirates! I will not die until they are eliminated. Death, I will not accept it!”
“Long life does not always make us better, Armando. It often adds to our own guilt. If it be frightful to die, perhaps it would be more dangerous to live longer.”
“I have heard enough,” Salazar rose.
- There are a few from Secretamente I’m proud of too, but that’s because Cortez is magnificent reckless cynical (would you stop trying to ‘help’!) GAAH! ‘Easy to write for’. Leave it at that.
N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?
- YES. *You know who you are* Mostly because I know the plot bunny is not happy in their cage and I can only feed it so many treats without giving it indigestion. Unfortunately, I think mum’s the word on the story itself because I don’t know if that author would want to reveal it now? (silently nudges @intricatecaprice)
You know what I’d like to see? Total crack - The Spaniards meeting with say, Norrington and crew. Post Curse Break naturally and yes THEY ALL SURVIVED despite Captain Jack Sparrow’s bungling. Also - give me a lavish one shot Court scene with fans and whispers in corners and everyone having a grand time!
S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?
- Double crossing. Ideas that are just crazy enough they might work and they do. All is lost - Or IS It? || SNARK || ‘If you ever try to hurt her I’ll ___’ Badass Spaniard (that’s a trope, right? If not, I’m making it one now.) And lastly - a good old fashioned duel with swords. UGH I just...hhnngghgh fans self
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If you could make a drawing collab of villainous with which artists would it be?
O O F! Welp, here we go. I'm also gonna tag because I'm a big brave girl! ....I'm so sorry for those I tag
First of all, I would do @mercurius-orion @noxybloo @xxstar-bluesxx @doodlesnoodles1 @the-villain-vanessa-cortez @atomic52 @widgetthecatsghost @lorechaos @realtoasted and @amarynthian-fortress @undergrounddweller89 @thesmoothpudding @thearcist @v-mod because they're all my friends and they've helped me so much in my journey (no, I'm not good. Please dont request anything. Also there are some people I didn't tag because they dont specifically do Villainous or don't do it all that often)
As for artists that I dream to collab with if I ever get better, using they a lot to avoid messing up genders:
@ripdays because they seem super cool and I absolutely love their style.
@deniiart13 and @sketch1000grau because their styles are super duper close to Villainous and I wanna just learn how they harnessed that power.
@divinity-beings because they seem liked they're awesome person, who has a great sona (if you call Divinity a sona) and my dumb sona (if you can call my icon that) can just be dumbass nerds together. Also, I just love their art
@x-asal-x because their style is cute af!
@rascal-rose cause they're another cool person, who has amazing looking OCs all the dang time. I wanna learn from them.
@89wfox because their stuff is always looks so gorgeous, even the grayscale or black and white thingies! They're amazing! Also, Rose Thornfire's design is like simple, but so distinct! It's just awesome!
I went from talking about collabs to just admiring people. Whatever! You all deserve it! You're all beautiful people!
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Dead Roses Still Blossom//James March FF
AN/ This is my story about Mr. March all characters beside by OC’s belong to FX and Ryan Murphy, BUT this story is mine. It is also on Wattpad under @/vodkalacedhate. I AM TAKING REQUESTS SEPERATE FROM THIS STORY.!!! TW: Past Sexual assault, murder, Past abuse, drug abuse, etc.
" You know, the quickest way to a man's heart is through the fourth and fifth rib's." He says with a smile, running his finger over my tatted thigh. I smile, widely.
"I don't remember stabbing your ribs," I say jokingly. He shook his head.
"No, dear. You reached in and branded this heart yours the first time I landed my eyes on you, my little rose garden." He leaned in, connecting out lips.
When Lilith Duncan runs away from her pimp's, Adrian, apartment with his money, she finds herself at the Hotel Cortez hiding away. There she meets James March, the hotel owner and the man who not only terrifies her but revenged her death. Mr. March has a fascination with her that he can't understand. She can't stop thinking about him. She starts to feel herself fall James. But can she accept James' hobbies? Can Lilith accept she's forever stuck in a hotel with Mrs. March, Elizabeth otherwise known as 'The Countess'? Can the Hotel Cortez become her home?
#ahs murder house#ahs imagine#ahs smut#ahs 8#AHS#Evan Peters#evan peters imagine#evan peters smut#tate langdon imagine#kit walker imagine#james march imagine#jimmy darling imagine#kyle spencer imagine#micheal langdon#kai anderson imagines#ahs hotel imagine
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From Eden: Chapter 8
Notes: Michael Langdon x Reader/OC. Evil Power Couple fic. It’s difficult to write a summary for this one, because I don’t want to give away the twists. (It’ll also include canon rewrite/divergence for the later half of the season.) It has plenty of angst and fluff, and a bit of character study.
Warnings: Swearing, blood, murder, graphic violence. Very brief mention of suicidal thoughts. There’s a lot of angst in this chapter.
Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Also Available on AO3
The blood ritual at the Cortez had left her physically and emotionally drained—Michael had guided her home, both of them tripping on unsteady legs, their bodies heavy like they’d been weighed down with stones, feeling an exhaustion they couldn’t quite name. She hadn’t wanted to be alone, then. She didn’t know what to feel, how something could make her both so whole and powerful and yet so empty. Michael had been hesitant to leave her side, and she hadn’t even asked him to stay. He just knew.
“Don’t you need to get back to Hawthorne?” She peered up at Michael from where she’d curled around her pillow, watching him undo the elegant silver clasp of his cape. There were shadows under his eyes; he dragged a hand down his face, shoulders drooping as he let out a sigh. He looked as tired as she felt.
Michael left his cape across the chair in the far corner of her bedroom and went around to the other side of the bed, slipping off his shoes before he settled next to her. A moment later, the warmth of his presence lapped along her spine, his arm draped over her waist, tugging her into his chest. She dragged one of her arms out from under the pillow and laced her fingers between his, her thumb wandering over his knuckles and up his wrist. She felt Michael’s fatigued exhale against her back, the slightly anxious rhythm of his pulse against her fingers. He didn’t want to talk about it, but the ritual had left him shaken, too.
This time, she was absolutely certain that he’d pressed a kiss into her hair. “The only place I’m needed is right here.”
Her eyes fluttered closed. A few stray tears spilled down her cheeks and she tasted the salt on her lips. “I don’t want to get you into trouble, not so close to the test.”
Michael burrowed his face into the back of her shoulder, lithe fingers threading through her hair. She could fall asleep under the spell of his gentle hands. She had, before, many times over the course of their relationship. He pulled her closer, the warmth of his fingertips spreading across her hip. The scent of candle smoke and iron and whatever strong drink her father had shared at the Cortez lingered in her nose. The faint trace of sandalwood and jasmine that usually hung in her bedroom wasn’t powerful enough to suppress the echoes of their blood ritual.
“That doesn’t matter.” There was another deep exhale, but his pulse had slowed somewhat.
“Michael—”
“They won’t question my absence,” his voice was low, muffled into her shoulder. “And you’re far too important to me.”
Michael’s fingers tightened around hers, and for a moment, if she closed her eyes, it seemed like they were just two kids in his bedroom with the rain tapping against the window. But she couldn’t pretend, couldn’t hold onto that illusion if she’d wanted to. Too much had changed since then.
Her lower lip trembled and made her voice shake. “I’m scared,” she confessed. “I’ve never been afraid like this before. Of…what we’re supposed to be doing. Of—”
“Afraid of me,” Michael murmured against her shoulder. It was so quiet she almost couldn’t hear it, but when she did, it was as if that damned ritual knife had torn right through her chest and stabbed her heart. She hadn’t missed the hitch in his breath, the tremor in his words.
“No.” She squeezed his hand, her fingers cold and numb from the lingering anxiety compared to his. “Never you.”
“If I had known about the ritual…”
“It’s not your fault,” she assured, softly. “I’m glad I didn’t have to go through that alone. It’s just…this is a lot to be okay with in such a short amount of time.”
She knew that the ritual would change her irrevocably, and it had, just not the way she’d envisioned. Maybe she’d been stupid to think that her immediate future would involve a lot more fire and brimstone, that maybe those pitch black eyes staring back at her would be permanent. She hadn’t recognized her own reflection in her father’s study, and she’d only seen Michael like that for a fleeting moment the night they’d burned down her aunt’s house. She’d always known there was something dark in her soul, but the knowledge that she wasn’t fully human—and half-demon, no less—had left her reeling.
“None of this has been easy for you.”
He shifted slightly, his chin digging into the crook of her shoulder, soft curls brushing the side of her neck and ear. The low rumble of his words resonated into her back, and that made her feel warmer and more whole than anything her father could’ve told her about where she’d come from.
“But there’s no one else,” He sounded so quiet and more terrified than he’d ever admit, that confident façade left behind at the doors to the Hawthorne School. This was the boy who’d always shared the truth with her and feared it leave him abandoned yet again. “I wouldn’t choose anyone except you to stand at my side in all of this. I don’t want anyone else.”
“I’m right here,” she whispered back to him. “I told you I’m not going anywhere. I promised you that.”
A promise was a promise. She had no intention of breaking it or leaving Michael’s side when there was nowhere else she’d belong. The fact was, neither of them could do this alone, and neither of them wanted to. They had little choice but shoulder the burden of their birthright together. And carry on.
***
Michael returned to Hawthorne in anticipation of completing the test of the Seven Wonders, and she went back to her mundane life of homework and avoiding her parents, a little envious of Michael’s unconventional education. She also hated being apart from him. But separated as they were, the increase in the strength of their combined power was almost immediately perceptible.
There had always been this invisible thread between them, a tether in the darkness, but now it had become more resilient, connecting them across great distances. A current of energy that let them know where the other was, and that they were forever bound. It was a comfort to her; gentle, whereas everything else about her newfound power was unwieldy and prone to give her headaches. Her father had unleashed Hell within her and hadn’t exactly given her any guidance on how to tame it for good use.
She hadn’t seen him since the Cortez and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to.
On the eve of the test, Miriam told her they had an errand to run for Michael. She’d been sitting at their tiny kitchen table, her fist propped under her chin, paging through the Book of Revelation. As if it would answer some things beneath all of that flowery language and prophecy. It certainly didn’t do a damn thing to ease the internal panic she’d concealed after her father had declared that she was supposed to be some kind of leader. Of legions. A soldier of the apocalypse she’d help create. Her father had had millennia to earn whatever rank he currently held, she was sure, and she was just a human with some demon blood whose primary concern right now was getting into the college of her choice.
“Where are we going?” she asked as she slid into the passenger seat of Miriam’s car.
It was late, nearing midnight, and she wondered what sort of errand they could’ve possibly needed to run at this hour. It definitely wasn’t just a drive up to the corner store. Late night trips in the Mead household usually entailed rituals of whispered Latin and sacrificial blood in some unfortunate soul’s backyard.
Miriam shoved the key into the ignition. “It’s best if you don’t ask a lot of questions. The less you know, the better.”
They meandered through empty back roads under a clear night sky, following a trail that Miriam apparently had picked up. She kept the window rolled down a little to let in the chilly air tinged with the scent of fresh cut grass and damp earth. It had rained sometime during the day; the headlights reflected off the slick asphalt and puddles still gathered in the roads as they broke through the shadows of the trees.
With the radio droning on softly in the background, and her attention out the window, her mind miles away, she nearly drifted off to sleep. The car slowed, gravel crackling under the wheels, when they inched closer to a gas station. It was bright, set deep into the wilderness without another soul around. Except for the car that had just pulled in.
“Get out,” Miriam whispered.
“What? Why?”
Miriam shot her a stern look, lips curving into a frown. The blinding white light from the gas station made her jet black hair look glossy. “Didn’t I tell you not to ask questions? Now, stay close, but stick to the shadows until I call for you. If for some reason this goes sideways, take the car and meet Michael outside Hawthorne. Last thing we need is for you to get yourself killed by a damn warlock.” Miriam reached over to the glove box and emerged with a kerchief, which she wrapped around her head and tied beneath her chin.
Her eyes went wide, her hand stilled on the door handle. “Wait, warlock? But—”
“Don’t you start. Go on, get.”
“Why don’t you just let me take care of it?” Her fingers curled around the handle, but she’d yet to make any real effort to budge the door open.
“With the way your powers have been acting? You set my curtains on fire two days ago.” In the dark of the car’s interior, Miriam’s eyebrow rose. She pursed her lips, and the glint in her eyes turned into something more sincere. “No, I can handle this. I’ve gotta protect my Devil babies.”
She had seriously misjudged Ms. Miriam Mead.
Hidden by the night that had enveloped the woods, she waited near the tree line with a clear view of Miriam’s car. A man was already leaning against the side of his own car at one of the pumps, arms crossed over his chest, when Miriam pulled up. From this distance, she couldn’t really see anything but his dark hair and sharp clothes and a distinct swagger. A warlock, Miriam had said. She wasn’t sure what his problem was, but if it was enough to have them out here in the middle of the night committing murder, then she guessed it had to be pretty fucking important.
Miriam engaged the warlock in some small talk, and he obliged to help her with putting gas into her car. She couldn’t hear the echoes of their conversation from so far across the road, but she knew Miriam had a disarming way of playing the part when she needed to. She waited, holding her breath, for a sign of a struggle. It didn’t come. Distracted, the warlock never saw Miriam take a swipe at his ankles until it was too late.
“Holy shit,” she breathed.
The warlock collapsed onto the asphalt, a cry ricocheting off the trees. It would be a mess, she mused, even if she couldn’t see the way the blood had exploded from his broken flesh. Once the warlock was vulnerable, on his knees, crashing toward the ground, Miriam sliced the fragile skin of his throat. And she took that as her cue to break through the tree line, fists stuffed into the pockets of her hooded sweatshirt as she dashed across the empty road.
Miriam exhaled a long-suffering noise when she reached her side. “What’d I tell you about staying put? That damned ritual give you selective hearing or something?”
She pushed up the hood of her sweatshirt. “Who was he?”
The warlock lay at their feet in a pool of crimson, polished black like ink on the pavement. There was still a weak gurgling sound as he choked on his own blood, his clothes stained with it, his handsome face coated with the spray from his neck. He stared up at nothing, pale blue eyes unseeing and lifeless.
“A threat.” Miriam pulled a box of matches from an inside pocket of her coat. “You go get in the car and I’ll clean up the mess.”
“I’m perfectly capable of cleaning up a mess,” she said. “You don’t have to do all the heavy lifting, you know.”
She held her hand out over the warlock’s body with her palm facing downward. Miriam’s hand shot out and smacked hers away, and she tried to level Miriam with a glare, her mouth opened in annoyed silence.
“At a gas station? Are you crazy?” Miriam whispered, though her voice wanted to edge into a shout. “None of this’ll matter if you blow both of us to pieces trying to clean up.”
“Thanks for your confidence.” She lifted an eyebrow.
“We don’t have time to—”
Before Miriam could protest any further, she held her hands over the warlock’s dead body where the blood was beginning to run into the puddles left from the rain. She drew from the well that had been offered to her, from the ancient, dark power that had coursed through her veins since her birth. The rush was enough to make her sway a little on her feet, but she kept a tight hold on it, willing it to manifest where she needed it. Her control was shaky at best, but she focused, directing just the right amount that hopefully would do the job and leave her and Miriam unharmed in the process.
Flames sprung up from the pavement around the warlock’s body, licking at his clothes until they ignited. The heat of the fire drifted upward to meet her outstretched palms, the orange glow tossing deep shadows across their faces. The barest trace of sulfur cut through the scent of blood and damp earth.
She felt Miriam’s hand on the small of her back. “Let’s go.” When she tore her eyes away from the body burning at their feet, Miriam was grinning. “Michael will be expecting us.”
***
Days later, there was an ache deep in her chest that she couldn’t explain. The acceptance letter that her parents barely acknowledged—even though they insisted on a university education with their newfound wealth; she wasn’t stupid, it was just means to get her out of their way—sat neglected in her bedroom. The ache evolved into a sharp pain, wrapping itself around her ribcage with claws and teeth and a strong, unbearable feeling that something was horribly wrong.
As much as she didn’t want to, she stifled the impulse to show up at Hawthorne. If she got herself caught, she knew it would only make the situation worse. Michael had already conquered the Seven Wonders with little difficulty. But her gut feelings were seldom incorrect. Something had happened. Every frantic call to Miriam’s house phone went unanswered, and her cell phone brought her straight to voicemail. She left a few panicked, slightly breathless messages before she finally pulled on a jacket and materialized outside of the house she’d come to consider more of a home than anywhere else in her life.
A home that was dark and unoccupied.
Streetlights filled the empty driveway with a dim orange glow. Her eyebrows pulled together, considering the darkened windows as she rounded the corner to the side doors. She tugged on a handle and found it locked, a realization that made the pain in her chest flare like a piercing stab wound. It would be no use to venture inside. Miriam wasn’t here, and it looked as though the house had been like this for some time.
The radio silence from Miriam made her think the worst—she would never just disappear like this, never be so out of touch. The chances of her skipping town were unlikely, but she refused to dwell on the grimmest of all the possible outcomes. She felt guilty enough for not getting here sooner, for not knowing how to translate the dread that had coiled around her insides. For doubting Miriam’s care and love for both her and Michael. All of this power at her disposal and she had no idea how to use it to help the situation or follow Miriam’s trail. What good was she, then? It didn’t make her some great leader of prophecy, it just made her goddamn useless.
Maybe she would have to sneak into Hawthorne, after all.
She stuffed her hands into her pockets, exhaling loudly, tears welling in her eyes, wondering if the dread inside her was something more profound, like grief.
A shape caught her periphery, a familiar ripple of power and light hitting her senses. She didn’t realize it was magic until it was too late.
The darkness swallowed her whole.
***
Four days.
Michael had stayed in this pentagram for four agonizing days, watching the sunlight move across the trees. Time seemed to slow down around him. He never counted the hours, left at the mercy of the passing sun overhead and the long shadows in the dirt. Except for the occasional birdsong and the rustle of leaves, there had been silence. Frustrating, resounding silence.
There was no one left. A hollow ache settled in his bones and gnawed at him with more violence than the hunger and thirst. His father had abandoned him, presumably because he’d already failed at the one thing he’d been put on this earth to do. He’d lost sight of his path and was now stumbling around in the dark once again, grasping at nothing. What was the point, now?
The acrid scent of burning flesh still clung to his nose like a ghost, his mind plagued by the images of his Ms. Mead charred beyond recognition. The grief that Michael could barely process since he’d dropped to his knees in this circle had numbed him; it came and went like the tide, stronger when the sun dipped below the horizon and the night’s quiet seemed more crushing. Sometimes, it had been accompanied by a fiery rage that he couldn’t contain, that left him exhausted from screaming into the forest until it felt as if he’d swallowed broken glass. In the moments when his fingertips had hovered over the burnt bodies, Michael thought that he’d lost them both to the witches.
And maybe he had. But they hadn’t set fire to her.
Four days and he couldn’t feel any sign of her. It was like the tether that bound them had inexplicably snapped, snuffing out the light that had helped to guide his path. Michael knew what her power was like, knew what it did when it mingled with his even when they were apart. The loss of her power was the least of his concerns, though—it was the absence of her that made his soul feel incomplete.
She was just…gone.
When he’d asked Cordelia Goode where she was, Michael had noticed the glint in her eye of an answer that she would not give. Whatever the witches had done, it had concealed her from him.
He was alone.
Michael knelt in the dirt, the clear, earthy scent of the forest unable to scrub away the odor of scorched flesh. He hunched over, elbows resting on top of his thighs with his face buried in his hands. The once carefully parted hair underneath his dirt-streaked fingers had become a greasy, unkempt mess. Stubble along his jawline prickled at his hands as he dragged them across his face to wipe away the fatigue. Michael’s formerly pristine clothes were now ragged and caked in filth, his appearance a testament to the past four days of aimless waiting.
A low, waning sun spilled golden rays over the dirt and stung at his tired and bloodshot eyes. Four days of catching a few minutes’ worth of sleep wherever he could manage them had done terrible things to his mind. The world spun around his head, in and out of focus. Michael could no longer tell what was real and what wasn’t. Had it really been just four days? How long would it take for him to waste away in this forest?
Michael’s fingers itched to conjure his knife. It was tempting—the thought of the blade kissing his skin so he could finally be at peace.
“Michael.”
He knew that voice. He’d know it anywhere.
The sound of it filled the air like a melody to his heavy, aching head, and he lifted his face from his palms in response, those dark and violent thoughts withering away with the breeze. There was something wrong in her voice, a dissonant note that made his blood run cold. When he finally turned around, the streaks of daylight, now burning orange as if it was fire across the dirt, caught the highlights in her dark hair and beads of scarlet running down her ashen lips.
“You left me.” Tears mingled with the blood dripping from her chin. Michael saw her hand clutched against her chest, the dirt at her feet pooling with deep crimson from a wound he couldn’t find, her fingers slick with bright red. “After everything,” her breath shuddered, gasping, “why would you leave me? How could you let them kill me?”
She staggered forward, approaching the circle. How had she found him, when he hadn’t even felt her presence in days? Michael caught her once her knees gave out, cradling her in his arms, fingers raking through her hair. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking, trying to find the source of all the blood.
A tear slipped down the curve of his cheek just when he thought he’d had no more left in him.
“I never wanted this to happen.” Michael desperately searched for a wound that wasn’t there, a wound that he didn’t think he would be powerful enough to heal. Not yet, anyway. He tried to temper his sorrow with anger instead, but the pain burned white-hot through his chest as if he could feel her wound as his own. “We’ll kill them all, I swear it. They won’t get away with what they’ve done to you and our Ms. Mead. They won’t survive us, I promise you that.”
She reached up and touched her fingertips to his cheek, leaving bloody fingerprints behind. She was so pale, the scent of blood all around them, the warmth retreating from her even as he held her close.
“Michael,” she whispered again.
“It’s all my fault.” A trembling hand cradled her ashen face. “I…I failed you, too.”
An apology wouldn’t be enough. It would never be enough for the feeling that carved its way through his ribcage like cold steel. Was there a name for it, the pain of having part of your soul ripped from you? A word for an emotion stronger than grief?
Michael gathered her to his chest when he felt her go still, his tears falling into her hair. “Don’t leave me like this…please…you’re all I have left…” He let her go to trace the fragile skin of her throat with his unsteady fingers. Her skin was cold to the touch, and no matter how hard he tried, he could no longer feel the once steady, strong rhythm of her pulse. She lay across his bent knees, unmoving, while he leaned over her.
Michael sobbed and pressed his forehead to hers. “I can’t lose you.”
He held her, dragging his fingers through her hair and sobbing her name until the illusion finally broke—her lifeless body vanishing in the next instant. The last of Michael’s sobs faded and he lifted his tear-stained face from his now empty hands.
All of it had seemed so frighteningly real—she had felt so real.
But it was just another cruel trick.
Where are you?
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