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 [ 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 - in his hands)
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NOTE: Sal is [ profile] we_standalone and is used with utter devotion to his mun.


“Sal, s’ me.”

“T? What’s up, bro?”

“The sky.”

“Hardy har, yer a fuckin’ riot. Seriously, whatcha need?”

Tommy frowned as he stared across the casino, watching Channing standing in the middle of a cluster of humans. She’d been pale and touched with sorrow until they congregated, now she simulated the necessary energy and joy that was required of a celebrity.

“It ain’t me who needs something from ya, Sal…it’s her.” He replied simply.

..... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 602
magic_fratboy: (animate - believe)
The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.


“Do you believe in magic?”

She wasn’t particularly sad that day. Even though all she did was work the Dolphin Snack Bar at the Mirage, her life was good and her day was going well. Hell, she was happy…but when the stranger asked her, out of the blue, that single strange question, she felt her chest tighten and her heart twist in grief. She realized that she hadn’t ever asked herself that question before. She’d never stopped to wonder, to look…she didn’t actually know.

It was hard to breathe for a single, sorrowful second as she met warm brown eyes and found the answer easily. It was there like her next breath, like her pulse: she didn’t have to think about it.

“Yeah.” She replied, relief washing through her as she regarded the man in front of her with a small, surprised smile. “You know? I do.”

The man smiled and handed her a twenty for his food, leaving before she could give him his change…it wasn’t until later that she’d realize she’d been talking to the Avatar himself, Tommy Karras.

* * * * *

The thread of Hope runs long... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 559
magic_fratboy: (emote - shy talking)
So the lighting's giving us shit, and I have three press interviews I have to do today, so while I hurry up and wait I thought I'd share some stuff I found online from last night's round of clubbing, plus a few pictures of my own.

I found these (or rather Zee did and showed me) on Napkin Nights. We put May with the folks, gathered up some of the folks from our respective jobs (for Zee, that was Control Freak, for me that was Channing and some of the cast 'n crew from The Rapture), and went clubbing.

The evidence... )

Finally, here's a couple of mine. Be warned: most of 'em are Zee. What can I say, I'm a sucker.

All my fault... )

And I'm officially getting the wave from Chan. Gotta bolt, folks. Look for me on the morning news or something.
magic_fratboy: (emote - standing tall)
NOTE: Stephanie is [ profile] effiecat and used with permission and love, Channing is [ profile] what_its_not and mine to do with as I see fit. :P

“No!! Damn it, you two, I’m gonna stomp a mudhole in your butts and walk it dry, we ditched the jetè after the backflip! Do it right!!”

He tried as hard as he could to stifle the laugh that bubbled up, but he was caught as Stephanie spun around to face him, the picture of petite rage with her hands on her hips in the middle of the dance studio.

“Just what the hell’s so funny, Tormy?”

“Uh oh, now I know I’m in trouble.” He quipped, smirking as she scowled at him. “Sorry, babe, just…that crack loses something in translation when you say ‘butts’ instead of ‘asses.’”

“Hardy har, you think you’re so cute…next time, I’m gonna let these two smack you around for real. C’mon, you lollygaggers, do it again. Anton, go back to the corner. Harvey, get over here…Tommy, take your place.”

“Channing, you hired a slave driver!” Tommy pretended to complain as Stephanie stomped over to grab his hand and tug him to his mark in the middle of the dance floor.

“Someone has to keep you renegades in line when I’m not around.” Channing giggled from her seat in the corner.

Eyeing her balefully, Tommy planted himself where Stephanie positioned him and sighed, rolling his shoulders and settling in. “Okay…from the top?”

... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 898
magic_fratboy: (magic - asylum bed escape)
“I don't believe that's a name that I have ever you call me before. Would you be so kind as to repeat it? It sounded so lovely the way you pronounced it through gritted teeth.”

Narrowing his eyes, Tommy glanced up at Channing with a scowl, then winced as the ropes cinched in tighter around his midsection, driving the air from his lungs.

“Whoops! I’m sorry, Tommy!”

“Nah, s’ok.” He coughed, nodding to Stephanie in encouragement. “I need ‘em tight.” )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 709
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 - 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


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