#anyway Callie is my pathetic wet babygirl and I would die for her

[paladinbaby]

screaming at the moon in black lipstick for the snippets ask??? LOVE a mismag moment!!! alternately/also the naddpod c3 sketch 👀

screaming at the moon in black lipstick is a canon divergent mismag fic where on the very first day tallulah is a bitch and instead of Evan teleporting the guy into the sea, k accesses the same magic and throws tallulah into a wall and from then on she can use magic from the same evil guy that Evan does. I kind of dropped off it bc I wasn’t sure how to give it a plot that felt satisfying but it was about name feelings and friend feelings and poly pilot program feelings

She senses the spark of Tallulah’s wand across the scuppers field rather than sees it, the metallic thing gathering perfect sparkling flecks of magic from the air. Evan must see it too, but he doesn’t look sad, doesn’t try to move, just stares down the blonde across the field. She doesn’t know what’s about to happen but she knows deep in the part of her that never had any power that whatever it is will be terrible.

Her magic comes to her in black ribbons and pink sparks, the distance closing between them impossibly fast. Even as she moves she knows it won’t be enough and the sludge returns heavy in her hands, leaking through her fingers. She thinks she might be screaming and the thing they all know lives in Evan’s shadow turns to her with eyes filled with the same black goo.

She does the only thing she can, she makes a deal. And it’s the easiest thing in the world.

They’re in the common room and the air smells like bubblegum and blood. Evan is lying still on the ground, thrown from the impact of her body colliding into his and in the seconds of silence all she can see is Tallulah’s body on her very first day. Then he moves and a voice in her head that wasn’t there before gives her a message that reverberates in every one of her nerve endings.

WHAT HAVE YOU GIVEN FOR THIS.

To say she hears it would be wrong. It’s a thought but not one of hers and from the look on Evan’s face he thinks it too. He’s beautiful, flushed from the Scuppers game, with some of his hair tied up and done in tiny braids by Sam. She is glad she could protect him, though she thinks he will hate what comes next.

Before he can start to say any of the things she knows are bubbling on the back of his tongue she replies to the voice with all the conviction she can. I am giving you some piece of myself. She can’t bear to speak the words but she feels them so deeply that she knows this thing that haunts her friend has to hear them. His eyes flash sludge dark across the room but this is her choice to make, she’s the one that saw the glittering build up of sparks. She has made her choices and he can’t stop her, no matter how much he must want to.

Shadows leak out of the walls around them, if she squints they form into waltzing figures. A twisting, laughing wall that now traps them in and the friends they left behind out. And when Evan looks at her, he knows what she’s done and she watches his heart break in real time.

putting naddpod c3 art under a cut to avoid this showing up a mile long

[Image Description: A messy sketch of Calliope Petrichor in a white void, looking up and crying. There are some notes on the sketch and underneath her reads ‘you find yourself very much alone’ in block caps. End ID. ]

This is from the end of the mothership arc when they’re in their voids pushing back against alexandrite and this is such a good line and when I get the chance I’m going back to this but I need that time to puzzle out a Callie design.

#personal #my writing #ask #i think that bottom note says storm cape? #anyway Callie is my pathetic wet babygirl and I would die for her #wip game