Quinn’s mistake wasn’t killing Leo Ashwood; it was bringing him back. Hands drenched in his blood, her powers brought to new heights, Quinn rushes home to Idabel, Oklahoma. Now in a cat and mouse game with a monster she created, Quinn learns fast what her powers are truly capable of. Brought together by a vision, Cecelia and Quinn are entangled in the chase of Leo Ashwood. Cecelia, a seer who is known for sticking her nose into other’s business for the better good, is now sent into a world unknown to her with no defense against the monster, her own powers, and the budding feelings for Quinn. Maggie, however, was merely at the wrong place at the wrong time and left with no other choice but to join forces. An up and coming youtube superstar struck down by sickness, her voice is both her magical survival and death wrapped in one. These three young, untrained witches will have to lean on each other if they want to survive. Navigating the world of humans, the new reality of witches, and the horror of magic, they might just make it… if they can keep their secrets to themselves
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Roman snuggling up to Victor, gently taking his face in his hands, giving him a chaste kiss, and smiling sweetly as he says, “I’m gonna fuck you stupid.”
Roman is trying. Not his fault that Victor was such a precocious child. Part of a group of sketches based on @doktorgirlfriend’s delightful zsaszmask fics.
MY BOYS!!! Victor looks so content. And I love the little details like Victor’s earring and Roman’s glasses. Thank you, Lou.
Sascha watches The Godfather and the next day has to make absolutely sure that Roman doesn’t kill horses. Otherwise she might have to rethink this whole adoption situation.
For the record, his answer is “Ew, no.”
Also for the record, she’s seen Victor kill people*, and this is apparently perfectly fine and not a cause for reevaluating her parentage like potential ponycide would be.
And, yes, Roman probably could’ve tried a little harder to figure out how to put parental controls on her TV instead giving up in a snit after fifteen minutes, but seeing as she had already seen Victor kill people*, he wasn’t sure what good they would’ve done anyway.
*(Technically, they were mostly reanimated Talons, so exactly how alive they were by that point is debatable, but still.)
I don’t know what this is. I do, but I don’t. Context will be provided only upon request. I tried out starting from the middle of an idea rather than the beginning, and it’s been so long since I’ve written or even read my own work that I don’t know if this even sounds like my own work, and I know I’m gonna edit this to hell and back and drive myself insane, but. Hey. WORDS. I made words. That’s a start.
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“You want me to fuck him up?”
She snapped her head back to him but only looked curious, tilting it to the side. “What, like, kill him?”
Victor shrugged. “Eventually.” He had been itching for a mark lately. Oswald was just as particular as Roman had been about the when and where of Victor selecting his own targets (and even more so the who) and didn’t provide nearly as many himself. “But I mean, y’know, scare him, mess him up. Hurt him.”
Masami’s head tilted further, birdlike. (Fucking songbird.) “You’d do that? If I asked?”
Victor shrugged again, a little glad she hadn’t said “For me?” “Sure.”
It was what he did. Well. Not what he did on his own but what he was willing to do when directed. And he was good at it, even enjoyed it. They deserved it, after all. Death was a gift he granted the suffering masses, but some people needed to endure a little more horror before receiving that reward: especially the ones that interfered with the people Victor was responsible for.
And now by word of Penguin himself, that category included the fucking birdie–though Victor could admit he’d made peace with the idea beforehand. His little stunt in the Lounge had been proof enough of that. (But it still would have been weird if she’d said “For me?”)
“It was a dick move,” he offered as explanation, interpreting her silence as a need for one. “He’s got it comin’.”
“Mm.” She kept staring at him with her head canted, blinking slowly, one corner of her mouth tugging into the faintest smile, still curious but now also… amused. Appraising. Victor very deliberately didn’t think about how familiar that look was or on exactly whose face he’d seen it before. “That’s… sweet.”
She tipped her neck back to a human angle and took another glance down the street before spinning right back on him, smile suddenly all canines and mischief. “Could I watch?”
So, Zsasz is the only character of significance that Harley doesn’t give any kind of introductory rundown (not even a “name and grievance” moment) to. I realized why she neglects to mention him in any specific way when I was thinking about her “do you know what a harlequin is?” speech to Dinah.
“a harlequin serves. A master, an audience. And no one gives a fuck who we are beyond that.”
She doesn’t introduce Zsasz as an individual not because she doesn’t know him (she does at least vaguely, and she introduces tons of people she doesn’t seem to know) but because she doesn’t give a fuck, just like no one gives a fuck about who she is either. Cause they’re both just harlequins serving masters.
