magic_fratboy: (emote - despair)
"A ship in the harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for."


She’d forgiven him for the stunt, even though it had yet to take place…but she was still wicked pissed at him. It was probably why they were having sex so often.

WARNING: some sexual content beneath the cut... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 472
magic_fratboy: (hope's avatar - fallen)
NOTE: Ziyah is [ profile] zee_ali and is used with some permission and great love. Carbone is [ profile] mindisthemagic and all mine. Takes place tonight just after this.

Escape is based on this.

Follow your heart, but be quiet for a while first. Ask questions, then feel the answer. Learn to trust your heart.


He didn’t expect the next breath to come, but it did…and with it, the sun came out.

Shaking his head, he sucked down a ragged gulp of air and tried to get his vision to clear as his hand went to his chest, where the picks still hung. Like the cuffs, they burned his skin when he touched them. His nose stung with the noxious scent of fear, sweat, and now burned flesh. There was no great power source or triumphant surge of energy to save him. It was just him, Fear, Despair, and a pair of handcuffs.

His strength was still fading, the Darkness sapping him dry like a leech glutting itself on blood.

............. )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 1,471
magic_fratboy: (magic - escape from imprisonment)
Backdated to yesterday. Follows this and this. Sassy is [ profile] no_substitution and used with permission and lots of love and cookies. But not better than Sassy's cookies. ;p

“…been examined by you, the audience. One by one, you can check to make sure the cuffs are securely in place before we lock him in. After that, we’ll all retire to the courthouse…”

Tommy stood in the doorway of his jail cell, eyes shut, features focused while Fillmore scripted the escape for the throng gathered in the main room of the tiny jailhouse. He was trying to focus on the task ahead of him…and keep himself from reacting to his own half-naked state.

The air held a feeling of something akin to reverence as the audience came, one by one, and tested his shackles, bending to tug at the weight locked around his ankle. He forced himself not to smile or blush as a few hands wandered a little, hands planting themselves deliberately on his bare forearms or a little high up on his bare leg…


The word was quiet, gentle as he felt her ire, could almost see, even behind closed lids, her body leaning forward just a little, ready to spring. It eased after he spoke, leaving him in the quiet again that reminded him of the old Spiritualist séances, or the shows where he performed the water torture cell. It was too quiet, too still. This wasn’t a church, and he wasn’t there for worship, and Jesus he was about to be naked in ten seconds…

“Now for the finishing touch…” )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 461
magic_fratboy: (emote - laugh)
NOTE: Effie is [ profile] effiecat and is used without permission, but copious heaping helpings of love. Channing is [ profile] what_its_not and Kyle is [ profile] inside_mydreams, both of whom belong to me so I can murderlize them at will. :P

“Seriously, how many innocent gummy bears had to sacrifice their lives for that thing?”

Effie just stuck her tongue out at Tommy, giggling as she dipped another piece of shredded red gummy bear in her glass of water and carefully applied it to the severed head of the little candy tableaux she was creating on the café table the group was sharing stageside during lunch.

“Come on, look at that! When did Norman Bates ever look so squishy and delicious?”

“Did Norman Bates actually decapitate anyone?” )
magic_fratboy: (emote - searching in the darkness)
There is no chance, no destiny, no fate, that can circumvent or hinder or control the firm resolve of a determined soul.


He’s doing this. There’s a lot of ways to say it, with you’re fucked and you’re going to die being the top among them. It all boils down to the fact that he can’t get out of it, one way or another. He will enter a condemned building, he will be chained by Evil’s hand, and he might die as a lethal tonnage of concrete and steel collapses on top of him.

There’s an odd sort of relief in that. Knowing that he has no way out, that the choice is made and the oath has been sworn. Past the point of doubt and worry, he can relax and settle himself on the task that lays before him.

Getting married.

He’s not sure how his wedding figures into this path he’s now committed to following, but instead of training that first crucial day after meeting The Darkness head on, he’s on his laptop browsing sites for something to wear. Suit or costume, like the red pirate dress Zee was showing him, he still can’t decide. And he must decide, he knows this on a level he can’t explain.

Aunt Zephyr still won’t talk to him. Zee’s cooking and cursing somewhere in the kitchen. May is sitting in his lap, struggling with the challenge of handling her new white tiger, a tiny plush toy sent with love from Channing and Stephanie. Around him, life goes on while he settles the details of marrying his fiancée.

He doesn’t know how it’s connected, he just knows it is. It might be debris left behind by the power that controlled him for a time, or it might be some fact that lay sleeping in his mind from a young age when his father still fought for the order. Like the Fraternity nursery rhymes he sings to May and the stories he tells her before she goes to bed, perhaps it’s something he’s known his whole life and been unaware of.

When the wedding is finalized, he will be ready to train. In the work, the preparation, there’s a place to put the fear and worry that toe the line in his head and heart. He has a path to follow…all of his energy is for that journey alone.

If he doesn’t think too hard about where that path could lead, he can focus on staying alive.

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 392
magic_fratboy: (emote - injured)
He spits another piece of ice into the crimson-stained drain, mouth numb and still somehow burning with agony as he contemplates the sight of his own blood marring the sterile white of his kitchen sink, offset by the coffee-stained white of the tooth he lost in the earlier fight.

It’s wrong and it’s ghastly, but he’s not shocked by it. The piece of ice glitters like a diamond, catching the color of each stain as it slides and rattles almost cheerfully when it hits the surface and settles in to nestle in the little chrome sieve just above the pipe.

It stings…but it’s beautiful... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 536
magic_fratboy: (emote - being a daddy)
NOTE: Set three years into the future. Baileigh is [ profile] deep_red_bells and used with love and by request.

“So how long are you here?”

“Maybe a week?” Tommy replied, grinning as three year old Mayilia as she toddled past, giggling as another little girl with a familiar head of thick, dark curls chased her down.

“Daddy! Daddy, we play tag!!”

“I see that, babe!” he laughed, waving at Baileigh’s daughter as the toddler scurried past them.

“God, they’re so cute…girls! GIRLS! Too far, come back!...sorry, where were we?”

“How long I’m in town for Boney’s gallery opening.” He offered with a grin, cocking his head to regard Baileigh with a grin. “Wow.”

“What? You finally notice my haircut?”

“You got your hair cut?” )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 604
magic_fratboy: (emote - looking down outside)
“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach. Check your road and the nature of your battle. The world you desired can be won. It exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.”

In one corner of the spacious warehouse, he watched a pair of teenage boys struggling with a zig-zag box, trying to reassemble the girl they had just divided neatly into three equal sections. In another, he blanched as a second pair clumsily finished sawing another female compatriot in half... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 735
magic_fratboy: (emote - evil look)
Parallel lines, move so fast,
toward the same point,
infinity is as near as it is far

He was getting her ready for bed when it came over him. Staring down at her on the changing table, his sweet little girl in her pretty lavender jammies, kicking her feet and staring up at him with her mother’s wide, warm eyes. It almost suffocated him for a moment, the things they had already endured side by side and yet the gulf of space that lived between them. This tiny life that didn’t yet have function or voice could speak without words and heal his deepest wounds just by touching her pudgy little fingers to his face…

He stepped back. He shut his eyes. He pictured the sound of her voice, heard it in his ears…and called on power that didn’t come to him naturally.

A moment later, there was a soft sound of feet touching the floor. The hand on his face was slim and fine-boned, fingers long and artistic.

“Daddy…don’t do this.”

Tommy reached up to catch the hand in his, pressing a kiss to her palm as he felt the tears come. “I’m sorry, I just…I had to hear your voice. I had to…tell you…”

The hand slipped free from his as a slender dancer’s body pressed to his, strong and sure arms wrapping around his neck in a fierce embrace. “When you talk, I listen. I hear, I understand. I always will.”

He hugged her back fiercely, eyes still shut. “I’m doing my best, baby. I just…want you to know that.”

“I do…and so is she.”

“What? Who?”

Her lips touched his cheek, warm and soft. “Believe, Daddy. Please?”

“…I believe in you. That’s all I got left.”

“I know… I love you, Daddy.”

He felt the first sob escape at that, his head burying itself against her neck. “Aww, baby, I love you…”

She held him as he cried for ages before she tried to step back. He let her go, never opening his eyes.

He stood there with them closed until he heard her coo again from her place on the changing table.

Opening them again, he moved back up hastily and lifted her back into his arms, holding her close for a moment. He pressed his lips to her soft little cheek, breathing in the sweet scent of newborn, clean skin, and talcum powder that was hers.

The pudgy hand touched his cheek to soothe his pain…and the tear stains on her jammies reminded him that it always would.

NOTE: Based on the concept of this illusion. The incarnation that appears in this piece is Mayilia Karras at the age of eighteen.

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 406
magic_fratboy: (magic - buried alive)
You were laying on the carpet
Like you're satin in a coffin
You said, "Do you believe what you're saying?"
Yeah, right now, but not that often

NOTE: takes place February 3, 2009 at 8:30 PM. All muses referenced are present at the event with confirmation of their muns, and used with greatest of love. :P

He’d been here before…in the old days, when the escapes had no coffins and too much dirt. That was their favorite place to strike, when it was easiest to make him panic. Rookie mistakes, flaws surfacing that should never have existed, everything turned against him to make sure he couldn’t pull off the escape.

They’d been waiting for this day, he could see it now. In the blackness of his casket, he could see the lifetime of planning that went into the moment that could end his existence for good.

The cuffs were too cold. Ice cold, burning into his wrists and ankles. He knew the feel of that steel, that weight drawing on his energy…

The dirt had obliterated the light. He was in the ground and on his own.

Someone had switched the cuffs with a pair forged by the Darkness. )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 803
magic_fratboy: (emote - beaten down)
It was only one hour ago
It was all so different then
There's nothing yet has really sunk in
Looks like it always did
This flesh and bone
Its just the way that you would tied in
Now there's no-one home

I feel like there shouldn’t be so much air. Like the oxygen should be gone, I should be having trouble breathing. When I know that tonight, her scent on the sheets will only be a memory that’ll fade with time, when I know that tomorrow I’ll wake up and we won’t be drawing on the same air…when I know that, I shouldn’t be able to breathe so easily.

It could be May, it could absolutely be May…she looks so much like her mother it’s heartbreaking. Staring down into her crib while she was napping at my mom’s, I could see it in her. I was so lost in that simple joy of realizing how much of Zee went into making her that it didn’t hit right away when I got the call.

Sure as hell hit when I saw the pictures, though. When they showed me the images of that headless corpse, the tattoos, the blood-spattered jacket I gave her for Christmas...

My daughter’s the last thing I have to live for, and I can still breathe so easily. In and out, it’s almost too simple. It should be harder when I’m breathing in this air alone.

When I know she’ll fade from this room, from the fabric and the sheets and the scenery. The city will forget her like it’s forgotten so many others.

In and out, it’s too easy. I didn’t have a lick of trouble calling Cinzia, even less calling Sal and Sizz to tell them. Some knew, some didn’t, but none of it mattered.

I can’t think…I can’t hardly leave my room, just ‘cause I can’t lug May around in all this chaos. I’m staying with my folks now while the suite’s still a crime scene.

I can’t understand this. It doesn’t make sense. How can there be so much air? How can I breathe so easily when she can’t?

How can I keep going when Ziyah’s gone still?

Why am I still alive when the woman I love is dead?

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 335
magic_fratboy: (emote - squee!)
Speaking for myself, and not my past lives, I never had any real serious aspirations to be a family man. I mean, maybe because I never thought I’d find someone I wanted to have kids with. I love ‘em, and they love me, I just…

I wasn’t looking for a family, my family found me and now? I can’t imagine how I ever lived without ‘em.

It might be a reflection of how bad Houdini always wanted children, but I’ve felt strangely whole since my daughter was born. It’s like just knowing Zee was pregnant wasn’t enough, it’s real now. She’s in my arms whenever Zee isn’t trying to make me put her down for two seconds, warm and alive and so…present. She’s this little human being that’s in my life now, half of me and Zee put together in the most beautiful little package I’ve ever seen.

She’s a flesh and blood personification of what we feel for each other and what we’ve been through…a walking, talking example of what love can do. Well…she will be when she gets older, anyway. With the walking and talking.

I guess that’s the biggest appeal she holds for me, and yeah: I fully admit I’m obsessed with my baby girl. Have you seen her, or the woman that helped make her? She’s a little goddess, period. Long after me and Zee are gone (or at least me, anyway, being that I’m not an Immortal) she’ll be here, along with her kids and their kids.

May’s gonna make our love eternal. Least I hope so…this is bad. Already, I’m thinking about grandkids and at the same time? I’m thinking about killing the first guy that tries to touch my daughter.

Someone save me from fatherhood: I’m ass-over-teakettle crazy about my kid.

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 298
magic_fratboy: (emote - blushing)
NOTE: Illusion in this piece is inspired by Criss Angel's ENRAPTURE.

I don`t wanna be without you now... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 935
magic_fratboy: (fraternity - ouch)
A hero is no braver than an ordinary man, but he is braver five minutes longer.

Tommy didn’t have a chance against the Bringer and he knew it. He knew it beyond the waves of energy crashing over him, black and noxious, forcing his heart to cave and his spirit to bend under the pressure of complete hopelessness.

He stood in a side alley, pinned to the wall by the hand of a Bringer of Despair. Fingers of ice wrapped tightly around his throat, freezing his skin and choking off his air as he was forced to stare into the noisome void of emptiness in its face. It was a living form with breath and function, but the shape had no meaning, the face no features, and in its empty, bland, and inconceivable eyes he saw the knowledge that it was nothing, that nothing was all there was.

And though it was hopeless, though he knew he would die, he still twisted in its grip. He bucked, he writhed, and he fought.

Right up until the moment that the hand fell away and fire filled his vision.

Collapsing to the ground, he coughed and hacked, looking up to see his father standing over the Bringer with a ball of fire in his palm, waiting for the creature to make a move.

“Tom Tom?”

“Fine.” He coughed. “Go!”

Gregory Karras nodded…and as Tommy watched, his father became another man.

He barely wrinkled his suit as he lobbed a fireball at the Bringer and went on the attack, throwing punches and ducking blows Tommy didn’t know he was even aware of. Knowing his father was Fraternity wasn’t the same as seeing him fight, and as he watched him resist the energy of the Bringer, saw him spit in the face of evil quite literally…Tommy realized that he’d been born to a true hero.

When the Bringer finally gave up and vanished from sight, Tommy was back on his feet again, and certain that he had a lot of work to do before he was even half the man his father was.

As Gregory walked over and helped Tommy straighten himself out, he felt a brush against his mind, thoughts that fused with his in a clumsy and awkward fashion…but in them, he felt his father’s pride and his love.

//The real hero is the man that can hold the line until the reinforcements come, bub. I got more years, but you got more heart. Don’t you ever forget that, okay?//

Grinning, Tommy reached out and embraced his father warmly. “I got it, Dad…thanks.”

Hugging him back for a moment, Gregory finally pulled away and grinned at his son. “Come on…I left your mother in the car when I felt the Bringer. Where’s your girl?”

“Zee? Left her in the casino.” Tommy replied. “Safest place, I figure…we been waiting on you and Mom, I have no idea how to get to the venue.”

“Well, let’s go collect your mother, then, and go find your girl.” Gregory laughed, draping an arm around his son’s shoulders as the two of them started heading for the main entrance to Caesars Palace. “When Caesars Magical Empire was open, it wasn’t easy to find, and it’s even harder to locate the entrance since it went underground.”

“I still don’t get it…didn’t they tear it up to make room for Celine Dion’s theater?”

“Hell no! They just hid the joint and made it Fraternity only. And believe you me, son, the performances have only gotten better for it. Your girlfriend is in for a night she’ll never forget…”

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 588


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