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There are very few words that can describe being possessed. There are even fewer for willingly trapping literal Satan inside yourself. A muttered spell, a prayer to the False God and Lilith and any other possibly helpful deity he could think of, and then being knocked to the back of his own brain. Nick could hear, could see, could feel everything that happened to his body, could not get the hatred and contempt and the rage out of his mind. Especially not when he realized they were all directed towards Sabrina. And then, unblessed, unholy, beautiful B E A U T I F U L  darkness. 

But that only made things worse. Then he was fighting to stay under, trying desperately to fight off the Dark Lord. It was painful but to keep Sabrina from harm, he would do it again. 

Fuck. Sabrina. 

Nick ran to the nearest newspaper he spotted on the sidewalk, snatching it out of the hands of some sheep of the False God with far too big a rosary bouncing upon their chest. He ignored their yelling, eyes searching for the date, eyes widening when he saw. How the heaven had he only been unconscious for a month? He’d been in New York longer, blissfully unaware of the fact that the Devil was residing within him. 

Oh shit. There was no demonic whispering, no fighting for control of his own limbs. He needed to find someone powerful enough to help bind the Dark Lord back to him, someone willing. He scanned the crowd of mortals, searching for any signs of magic, of power, of anything helpful. 

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Stalking. Lemony had been pondering that word lately and all it’s implied meanings. Stalking, in it’s truest form, is a word that means to pursue stealthily. Yet in his current predicament, there was a multitude of meanings for him to choose from. To tail, to track, to incessantly follow with malicious intent. Obsession not included by highly likely. 

And in the case of Not-Kit he never had gotten her name, stalking here meant to hound and give chase. The perceived malicious intent hit him full force as he heard the sharp tap of her footsteps down the halls, carrying through the paper thin walls. The rhythmic raps of her knuckles combined with a slightly muffled- but no less understandable- question was enough to have the writer put one foot through his open window, a pale hand on a bag packed for this specific purpose, and an unfinished manuscript held between his teeth. Her voice gave him pause, long enough to hear the threat. Long enough to climb back through the window, long enough to question his very existence. Long enough to set the manuscript on the table and the bag back by the window, finally journeying to the door and peering out. The chain pulled taut, only a silver of empty space between him and Not-Kit. 

Lemony’s heart fell somewhere out of his chest, rolled onto the floor and most likely bumped against the refrigerator. Looking at Not-Kit made him want to scream, to cry, to do something. He tried to fool himself that it was just because she was a very good stalker and not that she was so familiar it physically pained him. 

Oh. Right, the stalking. He guessed he would have to move now. Just when he was starting to like this apartment as well. 

“Don’t pretend to know me,” His eyes darted to her satchel, seeing the tell-tale outline of various books. Books. What a wealth of knowledge. For instance, this particular collection caused his heart to drop out all over again at the recognition of the outlines of his books supplanted with the knowledge that Mr. Handler had not done his job in handling instances like this. “What very fortunate delay in your schedule seemed to bring you here?”

Damn Mr. Handler. Truly. 

@lxst-children | snicket, l.

L is for libraries, which are safe places for learning. Cresting the final flight and turning onto the landing, Kit all but seethed the trusted mnemonic under her breath. It was an old habit, an old trick of training from a patient chaperone who tried to make the best out of an apprentice who preferred to act before thinking became an undesired obstacle in her way. She had been trying it since her finger, tracing reluctantly ( and with no small amount of hopeful disbelief ) along the shelves of the children’s section, stuttered and stalled at Snicket-comma-L. 

Kit couldn’t say she was experiencing much success. ( L is for little brothers, who could be more than a little exasperating. ) The straps of her satchel, holding more children’s books than she’d carried with her since her short stint at Prufrock Preparatory, slipped off her shoulder, and she stopped just to growl that little bit louder and forcefully readjust them back into place. She moved down the hall without much care for quiet as she scanned for his door. L is for Lemony, who - for the first time since they were adolescents, perhaps, or even children - was possibly the last person she wanted to see. Under the curdling frustration still laid a sharp pang of watching her sibling turn to her with unknowing eyes. Not so terrible as thinking him dead for most of their adulthood, but a close thing. 

Ah, there he was. Reshouldering her bag once again, Kit rapped sharply on his door, calling out, “Lem — Mr. Snicket — ” She stymied, already caught between sibling and stranger. “ …I’d like to speak with you for a moment. Would you please come to the door?” 

A pause, and then, with no small measure of exasperation - as though she’d suddenly remembered who she was talking to - “So help me L., if you climb out your window I will spread a layer of thumbtacks so thoroughly under its sill that the next time you’re met with someone outside your door who actually means you harm you will find your escape definitively more difficult.”

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Vanya’s fingers danced around the subway pole, barely holding on while the other hand gripped her violin case, white knuckles against the molded black carbon fiber. Her earbuds were jammed deep into her ears, the wail of a thousand screaming violins drowning out the subway sounds around her. The ride to the rehearsal hall was always the hardest for her. The potential of letting her out, whatever ridiculous powers she had set free, of causing another... whatever she had done to get her and Allison sent here.

Her eyes flicked to the window, taking in her own reflection against the black tunnels speeding by. Dark circles, haunted eyes, a clench in her jaw she could seem to get rid of. Vanya looked exactly like the mess she knew she was. A deep breath, her eyes roamed around the others’ reflections in the window, taking in hats that had seen better days, other world-weary expressions, and a curly head of hair that set her teeth on edge. With an almost delicate movement, Vanya took out her earbuds, the twin cords going to lay across her should. Still, she was hesitant to speak or reach out. What if he hated her for what she had done? Or had forgotten her like Allison?

But she was desperate not be alone in this timeline, needed someone who understood what had happened to her. “Klaus?”

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A series of haunting, experimental notes filled the New York City night air, seeming to hang and create their own cloud of melancholy. If they could, Vanya imagined them twirling down to the headlights below her, breaking the window glass and infecting everyone else with her misery- No. she couldn’t think like that. Vanya sat up straighter on her fire escape, let her legs hang off the edge, and then repositioned her bow. She hesitated, fingers slipping off their strings for a brief moment before righting themselves again, long strokes with her bow to create notes that almost seemed to dance around her, creating a much more somber atmosphere than the song she was playing.

Vanya pursed her lips as her eyes fell closed, trying to block out the noise in mind, throwing blame at anyone but herself. Allison, either afflicted by the same memory loss as the violinist or who hated her so much she pretended they weren’t related. Five for... Vanya didn’t know what, but if anyone was going to be dropping their siblings in alternate timelines, it would be him. Father’s “You’re just not special, Vanya”s and most of all, Harold-Leonard and his cabin and all of his pretty words and manipulative actions, practically screaming for her to use the power she didn’t-

The screech of metal caused her to halt her playing, bow clattering to the metal grate she rested on. The fire escape two floors above her had twisted into some shape worthy of modern art, bent back into unnatural positions. “Shit.” She had done that. She had gotten ahead of herself, had managed to think she was strong then whatever it was and could play without thought. The violinist snorted, setting her violin and bow down beside her, gentle movements despite her spiraling emotions. Even with abilities, Vanya Hargreeves wasn’t anything special at controlling them. She had no innate sense of how to use them like Allison or Five, no “normal” powers like Luther or Diego, not even a grudging acceptance like Klaus or... She blinked back tears, unwilling to think of Ben. He was so much better than her, he could control his powers despite the destructive tendencies, unlike poor useless Vanya.

An angered yell, another scream of metal bending back from the force of her voice, of powers she had no idea how to use. She simply clapped a hand over her mouth and let the tears fall, unwilling to even so much as breathe too loudly and create more destruction.

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Violet was in an uncharacteristically good mood. Humming along to the strangely upbeat yet somber tunes of crooners over twenty years past their heyday, she took the steps two at a time. Soft guitar spilled from the phone tucked into her cardigan pocket, the teenager practically gliding around the empty kitchen. 

In fact, she was enjoying herself so much she didn’t notice the darkened atmosphere, that very specific presence that always followed her brother. Not until she had half of her PB&J made, fist tightening around the jelly laden knife. “If this is about setting Groupie 1′s lesson plans on fire, I don’t wanna hear about it,” She waved her butter knife like a sword as if it could protect her against his magic. “In fact, the thought kind of makes me wanna pitch myself off the roof, so I think I’ll be doing that soon.”

@chaoswcn

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Legs crossed, eyes firmly on the newspaper in held out in front of her, Mallory waited. And waited. She was currently on top of Michael Langon’s desk, his secretary outside staring at the wall until Mallory felt like releasing the girl from her bout of Concilium. The newspaper she had even lifted from the secretary, boredom causing her to become engrossed in some political discourse or another.

With a sigh, she turned the page, uncrossing and then recrossing her legs again. She was tired of waiting, but she supposed the alternative of having unanswered questions was far worse than her current fate. 

@chaoswcn

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Starter/plot call for these babies because I gotta get the muse going somehow!

Felix (OUAT)

Mallory (AHS)

Violet Harmon (AHS)

Gellert Grindewald (HP)

Lemony Snicket (ASOUE)

Nick Scratch (CAOS)

Vanya Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy)

And anyone else I have, but I have the most muse for these six right now (especially Grindewald and Vanya)!

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‘ i didn’t think it was possible to miss a person this much . ’ (grindeldore!)

“Absence makes us all die, just a little.” Four years of absence was nothing in comparison to having a very much aware Albus ripped out from him. To be Obliviated to such a degree that Gellert himself could not reverse the spell, nor find the proper countercurse. 

He had let himself feel again and that was unforgivable. Yet he was forever tied to Albus, as the steady pulsing of the blood pact around his neck wouldn’t let him forget. 

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‘ i can’t just call him in the afterlife and be like , ‘ can you please stop playing tennis with hitler for a moment and take a quick call ? ’ ’ (millory bc... shgdshgggdh)

“Then you should try harder,” If there was ever a time that Mallory could consider snapping, this was it. Her irritation was in danger of breaking her barrier of serenity. She was itchy and covered in blood from whoever he killed, all done for some ritual she was certain didn’t actually work. Whatever he needed to do, it needed to be done within the next two minutes or Mallory was just going to transmute them away. 

Preferably into a shower. 

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‘ i miss you . i miss you every day that i’m not with you . ’ (bc i love hurting you... BATJOKES)

Of all the things the Bat had given him over the years- fractured noses, cracked ribs, a broken heart- this hurt the most. J would take the bruises. He wanted, craved them in comparison to this emptiness in his chest, this sense of wandering. He had no purpose anymore. 

“Don’t do this to me, B,” It was a rare sober moment for him, complete lucidity through the madness. “It’s not funny.” Maybe it was a joke. A big cosmic joke and Bruce was just the messenger. It was the only explanation he would accept because the thought that Batsy missed him enough to seek him out, but not enough to come back to him, was too much for even Joker to bear. 

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‘ eternal peace is probably overrated . ’ (ben and vi!)

“Eternal peace doesn’t exist.” 

If it did, her mom would be there. Moira. Jeffrey. Angela and Margret. Violet hadn’t believed in God in a long time, in heaven’s peace and light longer still. Yet watching her mother and brother die only solidified the idea that it didn’t- and had never- existed. But if it did, it sure as hell wasn’t New York. 

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‘ we were … we were just kids . little kids . ’ (michael and vi!)

Violet should have been better. She was older, she knew what the house did to it’s living residents. To the Harmon family especially. Violet swore they were cursed, some stupid pentagram burned into their family tree. The house just capitalized on it. 

“You were,” The words came out harsher than intended, anger tainting her voice. For who Michael turned out to be, for herself for letting it happen. “Look, I knew better. And I should have been better.” 

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‘ i think maybe you’re the only person who really knows who i am and still likes me anyway . ’ (allison and vanya!)

Vanya gave an uneasy smile. Allison. Allison who tried to make amends for their childhood, Allison who had tried so hard to be the big sister Vanya had always wanted. 

Allison who didn’t remember anything. 

“Of course, you’re my-” A hesitation, a thick swallow. “You’re my friend. You’re not an awful person, I wouldn’t like you if you were.” 

No, Vanya was the bad person. Vanya was the one that did something so awful they had to jump timelines. 

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‘ you don’t have to apologize just for existing . ’ (carol @ vanya!)

“If my existence caused something bad to happen, maybe I should,” Vanya’s lips drew together in a harsh line, unwilling to meet the other’s eyes. She knew she did something bad, something awful enough to where Five had deposited her and Allison here. 

As punishment, she was probably thinking. Five always seemed to understand their father before the rest of them did. If the small memories, quick flashes of destruction and death and the most beautiful music Vanya had ever heard were any indicator, she deserved punishment. 

@cptaindcnvers

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(    *    & .    —    THE  UMBRELLA  ACADEMY  SENTENCE  STARTERS .

‘  you’re  are  depraving  some  village  of  their  idiot .  ’

‘  i  miss you .  i  miss  you  every  day  that  i’m  not  with  you .  ’

‘  i  didn’t  think  it  was  possible  to  miss  a  person  this  much .  ’

‘  if  you  love  music  then  you’re  in  the  right  place .  ’

‘  the  ties  that  bind  you  together  make  you  stronger  than  you  are  alone .  ’

‘  i  can’t  just  call  him  in  the  afterlife  and  be  like ,  ‘ can  you  please  stop  playing  tennis  with  hitler  for  a  moment  and  take  a  quick  call ? ’  ’

‘  get  up .  we’re  going  to  save  the  world .  ’

‘  it’s  not  spandex ,  it’s  leather .  and  you  used  to  like  it .  a  lot ,  if  i  recall .  ’

‘  we  can  accomplish  anything  when  we  accept  responsibility  together .  this  is  what  creates  trust .  ’

‘  you  never  know  when  to  stop ,  do  you ?  ’

‘  you  got  enough  material  for  your  sequel  yet ?  ’

‘  i  bet  you’re  loving  this ,  hm ?  the  team  at  it’s  best .  it’s  just  like  old  times .  ’

‘  he  hated  children  too  and  he  had  plenty  of  us .  ’

‘  if  you  believe  in  yourself ,  just  once ,  great  things  are  gonna  happen  for  you .  ’

‘  i  know  that  i  let  you  down ,  but  i  could  do  anything  for  you .  ’

‘  you  know ,  i  liked  you  a  lot  better  before  you  got  laid .  ’

‘  oh  yeah ,  it  is  your  skirt .  i  found  it  in  your  room .  it’s  a  little  dated ,  but  it’s  very  breathy  on  the …  bits .  ’

‘  you’re  the  most  important  person  in  the  world  to  me .  ’

‘  best .  funeral .  ever !  ’

‘  sometimes  men  are  unredeemable  shits .  ’

‘  we  were …  we  were  just  kids .  little  kids .  ’

‘  we  all  came  home .  since  we’re  here ,  we  might  as  well  save  the  world .  ’

‘  i’ve  decided  you’re  the  only  one  i  can  trust .  ’

‘  if  you’re  raised  to  believe  that  nothing  about  you  is  special ,  if  the  benchmark  is  extraordinary ,  what  do  you  do  if  you’re  not ?  ’

‘  eternal  peace  is  probably  overrated .  ’

‘  we  all  wanted  to  be  loved  by  a  man  incapable  of  giving  love .  ’

‘  one  grows  used  to  things ,  even  if ,  sometimes  one  shouldn’t .  ’

‘  look ,  you  wanna  pay  your  respects ?  go  ahead .  but  at  least  be  honest  about  the  kind  of  man  he  was .  ’

‘  you  of  all  people  should  be  on  my  side .  he  had  to  send  you  a  million  miles  away .  that’s  how  much  he  couldn’t  stand  the  sight  of  you .  ’

‘  i  feel  like  we  should  stop  him ,  but  then  again  i  also  just  kinda  wanna  see  what  happens .  ’

‘  you  make  me  want  to  wake  up  each  day  and  you’re  in  my  dreams  every  night .  ’

‘  you  also  told  me  that  licking  a  nine  volt  battery  would  give  me  pubes .  ’

‘  i’m  just  gonna  go  murder  mom ,  i’ll  be  right  back .  ’

‘  last  time  we  tried  to  stop  it ,  we  all  died .  what  makes  this  time  any  different ?  ’

‘  we  actually  have  the  chance  of  saving  the  lives  of  billions  of  people .  ’

‘  it  wasn’t  his  fault  ‘cause  he  was  ridiculously  high ,  right ?  and  the  girl ,  she  thought  he  was  a  furry …  ’

‘  i  think  maybe  you’re  the  only  person  who  really  knows  who  i  am  and  still  likes  me  anyway .  ’

‘  you  don’t  get  to  blame  your  problems  on  anyone  but  yourself .  ’

‘  we  didn’t  choose  this  life .  we’re  just  living it .  ’

‘  than  christ  he’s  not  our  real  father ,  so  we  couldn’t  inherit  those  cold ,  dead  eyes .  ’

‘  you  don’t  have  to  apologize  just  for  existing .  ’

‘  when  something  seems  to  perfect ,  it’s  usually  anything  but .  ’

‘  all  the  what - if’s  start  to  haunt  you .  ’

‘  i’m  done  playing  their  games .  i’m  ready  for  a  change .  ’

‘  i  would  love  to  play  cops  and  robbers ,  wear  a  mask ,  and  feel  important ,  but  guess  what ?  recess  is  over .  it’s  grown - up  time .  ’

‘  we  have  a  great  job .  the  best  job .  we  got  it  made ,  asshole .  ’

‘  people  still  don’t  take  me  seriously .  i  wanna  be  numb  again .  ’

‘  i  stayed  because  the  world  needed  me .  ’

‘  at  least  i  make  my  own  decisions .  ’

‘  i  have  been  left  out  of  everything  for  as  long  as  i  can  remember .  ’

‘  nowhere  to  go .  no  way  to  change .  ’

‘  but  now ,  i  know  nothing  in  my  life  was  real .  so  i’m  starting  over .  ’

‘  you  do  whatever  it  takes  to  survive .  or  you  die .  ’

‘  i  don’t  belong  anywhere ,  thanks  to  you !  you  made  me  a  killer !  ’

‘  i’ve  done  unimaginable  things ,  things  you  couldn’t  even  comprehend ,  just  to  get  back  here  and  save  you .  ’

‘  she  needs  our  help  and  we  can’t  do  that  if  she’s  locked  in  a  cage .  ’

‘  i  mean ,  it  must  be  scary .  terrifying ,  really .  to  discover  that  you  can  do  something  that  you  never  thought  you  could  do .  ’

‘  it’s  not  difficult  to  accept ,  it’s  impossible  to  accept !  ’

‘  what  are  you  still  doing  here ?  we’re  trying  to  have  a  serious  conversation .  ’

‘  what’s  going  on  with  you ?  and  don’t  tell  me  everything  is  alright  because  i  saw  you  in  there .  you  were  crying  like  a  baby .  ’

‘  you  saved  my  life !  ’

‘  i  don’t  want  them  to  see  me  like  this .  besides ,  you  know ,  i’d  just  hold  them  back .  ’

‘  how  about  we  ask  him  after  we  kill  him ?  ’

‘  maybe  they’ll  brood  each  other  to  death .   ’

‘  you’re  a  real  sick  bastard .  ’

‘  would  you  stop  it ?  why  are  you  putting  this  shit  in  your  body ?  ’

‘  he  must  have  been  a  very  special  person  to  put  up  with  your  weird - ass  shit .  ’

‘  you  were  my  greatest  disappointment .  you  only  scratched  the  surface  of  what  you  were  capable  of .  ’

‘  i  lost  someone .  the  only …  the  only  person  i’ve  ever  truly  loved  more  than  myself .  ’

‘  you  know ,  before  you  kill  him ,  you  might  want  to  hear  what  he  has  to  say .  ’

‘  we  all  came  home .  since  we’re  here , we  might  as  well  save  the  world .  ’

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(    *    & .    —   HOZIER  LYRIC  STARTERS .

*   taken  from  his  most  recent  songs !

‘  i  couldn’t  utter  my  love  when  it  counted .  ’

‘  i  couldn’t  whisper  when  you  needed  it  shouted .  ’

‘  remember  me ,  love ,  when  i’m  reborn .  ’

‘  when  i  met  you ,  my  virtues  uncounted .  ’

‘  all  of  my  goodness  is  going  with  you  now .  ’

‘  i  was  housed  by  your  warmth ,  but  i  was  transformed  by  your  grounded  and  giving  and  darkening  scorn .  ’

‘  when  i  first  saw  you  the  end  was  soon .  ’

‘  give  your  heart  and  soul  to  charity .  ’

‘  the rest  of  you ,   the  best  of  you ,  honey ,  belongs  to  me .  ’

‘  ain’t  it  a  gentle  sound ,  the  rolling  in  the  graves ?  ’

‘  ain’t  you  my  baby ?  ’

‘  nothing  fucks  with  my  baby .  ’

‘  the  same  kind  of  music  haunts  her  bedroom .  ’

‘  i’m  almost  me  again ,  she’s  almost  you .  ’

‘  i  wouldn’t  know  where  to  start .  ’

‘  be  still  my  foolish  heart ,  don’t  ruin  this  on  me .  ’

‘  do  i  owe  each  kiss  to  lip  and  cheek  as  soft ?  ’

‘  i’ve  got  some  color  back ,  she  thinks  so  too .  ’

‘  i  laugh  like  me  again ,  she  laughs  like  you .  ’

‘  is  everything  alright ?  ’

‘  i  still  watch  you  when  you’re  groovin’ .  ’

‘  when  you  move ,  i’m  moved .  ’

‘  you  are  a  call  to  motion .  ’

‘  all  of  you  a  verb  in  perfect  view .  ’

‘  i  could  never  define  all  that  you  are  to  me .  ’

‘  move  me ,  baby .  ’

‘  when  you  move  i  can  recall  something  that’s  gone  from  me .  ’

‘  when  you  move ,  honey ,  i’m  put  in  awe  of  something  so  flawed  and  free .  ’

‘  all  the  fear  and  the  fire  at  the  end  of  the  world  happens  each  time  a  boy  falls  in  love  with  a  girl .  ’

‘  i’m  in  love  with  you .  ’

‘  that  love  soon  might  end  and  be  knowing  in  its  aching ,  it’s  shown  in  the  shaking .  ’

‘  be  still ,  my  incredible  friend .  ’

‘  you  are  unbreaking  though  quaking ,  though  crazy .  ’

‘  when  the  meaning  is  gone ,  there  is  clarity .  ’

‘  be  thankful  some  know  it  lovingly .  ’