magic_fratboy: (to sassy - bzuh?)
He'd known it was a mistake the second he uttered the words, should have realized who he was dealing with and what she was capable of. Still, somehow, with two lifetimes behind him and a general sense for his own personal welfare, he spoke standing right there in front of her, him with a death wish and her with a fresh tray of her trademark cookies in hand.

"I think I need new jeans."

Things got sort of fuzzy after that, and amidst a tidal wave of chatter, bouncing, car keys, and a toddler's shrieking, Tommy found himself at the Forum Shops at Caesar's, Mayilia on his hip with the bag of candy Sassy had already bought her, hoping to God that he could somehow corral his best friend, the personal shopper with a bottomless wallet.

"Sass? Sass, will ya stop for a sec? I need new jeans, that's it, you ain't buyin' me a new wardrobe. Or May...Sass, are you even listening to me?"
magic_fratboy: (emote - deep thoughts)
((OOC: Bendytimed back to before week two of the competition, and edited because yeah...mun is baaaaaaad with timelines. :P Any mistakes in the following comments do not exist. These are not the droids you're looking for.../end Jedi mindtrick :P))

She was pregnant again.

The last time they'd talked, she'd come close, but hadn't admitted to the real problem...if one could even call it that.

She was quiet, reserved. She was dressing differently, and already he was noticing a change in her eating habits, the way she was behaving. He saw it in the way she held May, the way her face would glow, contort, then glow again. She was suffering, and it wasn't good for her.

Or the baby.

It was Sunday afternoon, and he was in LA again for the next round of Dancing With The Stars. Tomorrow was the dress rehearsal for his next routine, and then a big elimination that had him on edge already. Ziyah usually watched rehearsals when she was in town with him, and today she even had May with her. The sight made his chest ache, Zee with his daughter while beneath her baggiest hoodie, the swell of her belly was growing again and she wouldn't let him see...wouldn't let him touch her to feel it in the night...

Once Effie stepped out of the room to call her boyfriend, Tommy took a seat beside Zee, helping her give May her lunch. When the one year old was happily munching away on some finger-sized steamed veggies and hot dogs, Tommy finally spoke to her quietly as he stopped May from trying to put a hot dog up her nose.

"Are you ever going to tell me about the baby?"
magic_fratboy: (emote - aww shucks...)
NOTE: Week two of Tommy's Dancing with the Stars craziness! This week, he performed this jive, give or take a few differences. Tommy did it better, and he didn't mess with her legs nearly as much. ;p Ziyah is [livejournal.com profile] zee_ali, and Stephanie is, again, [livejournal.com profile] effiecat.

Shit, we bombed.

That was Tommy’s first thought as he came off the dance floor with Stephanie’s hand in his, pulling her back against his chest to face the judges with his heart hammering and his breath coming in short, panicked gasps that had nothing to do with the exertion of dancing.

We bombed. I bombed. Holy crap, I’m going home…

“…okay, I *think* we’ll be able to hear from the judges. Tommy, maybe you can get some control here!...”


Once again, the audience was screaming, and he had no idea what to do with it. He was flushed with the dance, enough to hide his mortification over all the things he’d done wrong. It was almost a relief to take back the role he knew so well, to step away from Stephanie and spread his hands to the audience, addressing them like an old friend.

“Heyyyyy, come on! We gotta hear my scores sometime, no matter how bad they are!!”

And now, to Bruno... )
magic_fratboy: (emote - unsure)
And it was pretty good!

Spy on Vegas caught me and Zee...I look like an idiot, she looks amazing. I was fresh off rehearsal, and she's just...glowing. As usual.

Prettiest girl this side of Freemont beneath the cut... )

[locked to Zee]

Babe? Can we talk a second?
magic_fratboy: (emote - crashed out with kitty)
I'm a dizzy motherfucker. Literally. I don't spin this much on the rotating Metamorphosis box in the show.

And to top it all off? May is dancing in the middle of the living room, which means spinning in circles 'till she falls down. And I think Prom was chasing his tail a minute ago. Where's the barf bucket?

Still love my partner. Made her promise to let me burn the posture bar if we win, tho.
magic_fratboy: (emote - headtilt)
If it's possible for hair to ache, I think mine does. The human body ain't built to bend this way.

And I still got a show to do tonight. Here's a tip, folks: it's easy to be a happy guy when you get to play a villain onstage twice a night, five nights a week. That goes double when you spend four hours tied up in a torture device Effie calls a posture bar.

For the record, though, still crazy 'bout my partner. ;)
magic_fratboy: (effie - hanging with my homegirl)
NOTE: Takes place on February 27, 2010. Stephanie is [livejournal.com profile] effiecat and is used with love, if not permission. ;p

“Are the cameras on?”

“Yep! Sure are.”

“Oh…’kay, just checkin’.” Tommy shrugged, flashing the segment producer a sheepish smile as he went back to slowly pacing a circle around the expansive stage of The Rapture Theater. The camera crew and producer for Dancing with the Stars had arrived just a couple hours earlier to prepare for the arrival of his partner, and along with the nerves that came from being filmed, Tommy was just plain nervous about meeting his partner in general.

He wasn’t even sure who it could be. From all he knew, which came mostly from Bee, the professional cast tended to rotate in and out each season with only a few that were consistent participants. Add to that the usual suspects of newcomers, and even his visions couldn’t tell him a whole hell of a lot.

The big reveal... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 706
magic_fratboy: (effie - dancing fools)
I'm gonna be a nicer guy than Rico Covas and give y'all a spoiler.

Like the icon doesn`t say it all... )

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go polish my dancing heels.

Don't laugh.
magic_fratboy: (emote - offered hand)
Just in case anybody may not wanna check out the latest DANCING WITH THE STARS lineup tonight...yeah, I'm doing it.

But the only reason I'm doin' it is so I can learn to dance for my wedding. Seriously...I just wanna last long enough to learn to foxtrot and I'm set.
magic_fratboy: (emote - being a daddy)
It's the first time he's been still in the ice bath for more than an instant, but eventually his muscles betray him, his spirit collapses beneath the cold, and his mouth opens to let the agony rush out in a single, chilling sound.
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: (emote - headtilt)
This is all crap that's around the theater, 'cause that's where I'm at today.

Pictures beneath the cut...warning for a smidge of sexual content... )
magic_fratboy: (emote - shoulder that invisible load)
And though I may not
Know the answers
I can finally say I am free
And if the questions
Led me here, then
I am who I was born to be
And so here am I
Open arms and ready to stand
I've got the world in my hands
And it feels like my turn to fly


==========

NOTE: Channing is [livejournal.com profile] what_its_not and is mine to use and abuse.

It was never going to go according to plan.

He was on his back, tied to a chair by one hundred feet of rope that was now swollen and hot due to the fact he was laid out at the bottom of a two foot deep hot tub. Above him, the sun had been a wobbly, waterlogged dream, air a distant memory as he held his breath and struggled against his bonds.

And he was starting to realize, as the wraiths came, that things were never again going to go the way they were supposed to. They were on him in an instant, forcing him to close his eyes against the way they blotted out the light, demons of pure evil that only he could see. The crowd above the water could feel their power, he could sense the rising tension and knew his reserves were fading the more fearful they became.

His lungs began to protest, too early, too soon. His hands and feet continued to work.

.......... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 747
magic_fratboy: (emote - unsure)
NOTE: Content of prompt is a dream Tommy's been having. Ziyah is [livejournal.com profile] zee_ali and is used with copious amounts of nearly religious adoration.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m not.”

“But it hurts.”

He’s kneeling in the dirt, covered in a nauseating mess of filth and his own blood, seeping from the gaping hole in his chest. Standing before him, Ziyah is stained to her elbows in the red stuff pouring out of him.

His still beating heart is cradled in her arms, tucked against her chest like a suckling child.

“I don’t know how to put it back. I would if only I knew how.”

He’s raw and aching, struggling for breath through the slow burn at the jagged edges of the wound. Still, he’s strangely calm as he reaches for her, drawing her close as he wraps his arms around her legs.

“I’ll die if you give it back. It needs you to beat now.”

She tests his theory as she stoops, trying to shove it back into his chest. Each attempt leaves him cold and unable to draw air as the gently pulsing lump of muscle and blood sits nestled in the warm, wet cavern of bone it was torn from.

“I’m so sorry.” She’s weeping now, hair clinging to her cheeks with the moisture of her tears. “Baby…I never meant for this to happen.”

She’s cradling his heart again, and he’s hugging her knees with his face buried against her stomach. He nuzzles her belly button, bloodstained hand lifting to part the fabric of her buttondown shirt and trace the flat plane of pale skin, mapping the lines of the tattoo peeking out from her pants.

Today, the angel emerging from her lower abdomen is wearing handcuffs.

“I think,” he murmurs against her skin, “if we can get it in there, I’ll be all right.” He pauses, lifting his head to meet her gaze. “We need a miracle.”

She sighs, suddenly relieved as she sinks to her knees to kiss him. His heart continues to beat between her hands as she lovingly caresses the meaty organ.

“Lucky for us,” she sighs, leaning into him gratefully, shoulder catching in the gaping hole of his chest, “that’s something we both know plenty about.”


Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 352
magic_fratboy: (emote - smile sideways)
Here are the rules:
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you 5 questions of a very personal nature.
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them 5 questions.

from Molly... )

from Selene {tenebrae nostro}... )

from Ambyr {tenebrae nostro}... )
magic_fratboy: (zee - now i know that happiness goes on)
"If one is forever cautious, can one remain a human being?"

==========

NOTE: Zee is [livejournal.com profile] zee_ali and is used with love and some permission.

“Why do you have to do this?”

“Because of you.”

He didn’t have to look at her jaw hanging agape to know she was shocked by his answer, but he looked up all the same, hands in his jacket pockets and fiancée standing before him with dark eyes so full of blazing fury he thought she might kill him just with her look.

He knew he was blushing, something he didn’t do quite as often anymore, but still his cheeks burned as he held up a hand to stop her from responding.

“Because you’re human, and you love me.” He pressed on, maybe a little too quickly out of nerves. “Because I’m strong enough to do it so long as I got you…’cause humans take risks, and that’s all I am: what humans are. That’s why I have to, that’s why I will: ‘cause of you. ‘Cause you take risks every day. You put your life on the line when you walk out the door, when you take a challenge…you put yourself out there every time you take a chance on some musical act-”

“Tommy Karras, this is *not* fair-”

“-or some dime-a-dozen Brooklyn boy who thinks he can draw and can’t tell a dirty joke without blushing.” He finished hotly, holding her gaze with a nod. “You remember him? I hear he’s doing some pretty amazing stuff now, all ‘cause you took the biggest fuckin’ chance of your life. He’s co-headlining at the Mirage, gettin’ married, had a baby girl…”

Pulling his hand from his pocket, he produced a black velvet jewelry box and opened it, displaying the sky blue topaz and sapphire necklace inside.

“…and remembered his girl’s birthday even though she thought he prolly forgot.”

He watched her face as she saw the necklace, knew he’d catch hell still for the whole Avalanche stunt, and still more hell for mouthing off at her…but for a second, he didn’t care.

He took a risk…and based on Zee’s face, he knew it was well worth the trouble.

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 340
magic_fratboy: (emote - what?)
He’s always grateful for the chance to give humans his time when he performs, and though he’s grateful in turn for their attention, they give him no greater blessing than the night the show ends and he realizes the masses are chanting his name…not hers.
magic_fratboy: (sexy - arms!)
Christmas in Vegas can be pretty cool, but when they start talking about holiday plans, he knows she yearns for the unique magic of the city under a glittering blanket of white just as much as he does.

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