magic_fratboy

Myths which are believed in tend to become true.

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NOTE: Zee is zee_ali and used without permission but lots of love and adoration. And cookies. :p

“Has this been happening…a lot?”

Blushing beet red as he stood in the food court of The Secret Garden of Siegfried and Roy, Tommy flashed Ziyah an apologetic smile as he signed the cover of a magazine, handing it back to the awestruck teenager that had meekly asked for his autograph. “Uh…to be honest? A lot since Buried Alive.” He confessed.

( “I’m noticing, yeah.” )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 648

The walls start breathing
My mind's unweaving
Maybe it's best you leave me alone.
A weight is lifted
On this evening
I give the final blow.

When darkness turns to light,
It ends tonight
It ends tonight.

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In the scattered shadows of the city, he feels a storm brewing.

The Darkness doesn’t toe the line anymore, but random violence still plagues his streets, evil he takes it upon himself to bring to the law’s front door or dispatch on his own. These are the cases Catherine and her team never see, the brutality and death he averts by shining light where it’s needed…banishing the night that calls to him.

It’s the dark that spawns his visions, and the dark brings forth a sense of things to come. The waters are muddy, clouded and dim, but still the light shines. His body is battered and weak, his soul is bruised and aching yet somewhere in the haze he can feel the heat of the sun to ease his sore muscles and soothe his troubled thoughts. There’s comfort coming, but it’s all in the dark.

( He doesn’t understand it, not even knowing that she’s out there... )

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 472

The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear, for newer and richer experience.

Takes place during this.

The world is a vast and open place filled with the opportunities of a thousand lifetimes and the promise of countless days with uncertain outcomes and predetermined futures. It’s the only true perpetual motion machine, never going still or silent as billions of hearts beat and trillions of dreams are born and slaughtered by the relentless machinations of time and space.

The limitless potential and beauty of this complicated structure of humanity, destiny, and divinity defies any words. There is no description for it, no way to give it shape and meaning in the human psyche. Language makes these delineations between one thing and another possible, but language is too small a thing to encompass the greatest cosmic secrets that mankind has been chasing for countless centuries.

These complicated ideas and concepts sit at the heart of the most basic human emotion and the simplest pattern of thoughts an individual can have. They are the seed that they spring from, universal truths that the building blocks of life are crafted from. Three words…that’s all it takes to condense everything into a notion that human minds can grab hold of, allowing these seeds to take root and give life.

Three words unlock the answers to the questions we would ask of God on our day of judgment. Three words make all things possible.

It could happen.

Tommy Karras never understood the breadth and the splendor of Hope’s most fundamental shape until he felt a long sought connection open inside of him with enough force to break, not open the shackles on his hands and feet. It fed him with an energy he didn’t think he could ever feel, a purity of power and intent that was so strong it shattered the coffin lid over him instead of simply unlatching it.

Sitting straight up in the middle of the warehouse where he was rehearsing, he felt like a live conductor for pure power as he turned to seek out Carbone’s gaze nearby.

“Dude, is that…?”

Watching his cousin, Carbone’s features lit up with the same smile that was on Tommy’s face as they felt Baileigh’s heart speak to them through the very force that animated them.

Something could shake loose. A name could click…it could happen.

Hopping out of the coffin, Tommy walked over and high-fived Carbone with a broad smile.

“Dude, that shit’s better than sex.”

“Hey, I can say that. You can’t.”

“Whatever, man. Help me clean up all this broken glass…I wanna go see her, see what caused this.” Tommy laughed, feeling truly jubilant for the first time in weeks. “If she can feel this way now, then there’s still hope we can get her back. C’mon!”

Muse: Tommy Karras
Fandom: Original Character
Words: 449