#Michael Langdon || obscurm

[backbitchesa]

𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖉 💭 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖞 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊’𝖘 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖊!  | accepting!

             “snacc”

- @obscurm​

[intelwon]

❝   I   know   this   must   be   difficult   for   you...   ❞   

               𝚃𝙾   𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴   𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝙱𝙴𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙳,   the   path   laid   out   before   him   is   unpaved.   She   wants   him   to   mold   his   own,   be   whoever   he   wants   without   the   influence   of   his   father,   such   as   she   wishes   to   separate   from   her   mother.   If   he   is   to   be   the   next   Supreme,   she   needs   to   cultivate   the   good   in   him.   Learn   to   put   the   coven   first   and   experience   first   hand   the   depths   they   would   go   for   each   other.   Leaving   the   Hawthorne’s   school   and   coming   to   Miss   Robichaux’s   Academy   will   help   to   surround   him   with   equals.   

❝   And   I   hope   the   accommodations   are   enough.   We’ve   never   hosted   a   male   here   before   so   you’ll   have   separate   quarters   from   the   girls.   But   we   dine   together,   train   together,   learn   from   one   another.   I   hope   you’ll   find   some   comfort   here   with   us.   ❞

     @obscurm​ liked s.c.

[backbitchesa]

𝖆 𝖘 𝖐   𝖒 𝖊 𝖒 𝖊 𝖘 ;   𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 / 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 | accepting

❝ you want me to shut up ? well then , you’re going to have to make me . ❞

      Michael was absolutely infuriating at the moment. Sometimes she wondered if he forgot that he wasn't a diety but a bastard son. Merely a tool to do the devil's bidding. Not so different from herself.A hand grasped his chin roughly as she forced his gaze to meet hers. High heels dug into the ground. This time she would not waver. "They may worship you like a God. But I know you, Michael Langdon! I know under all the bullshit is just a sad, scared, little boy. And you know what? I’m still the one standing next to you. So appreciate me. " She leaned in and bit his lip.

- @obscurm​

[intelwon]

     𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 / 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜      @obscurm​​  //   [unlikely kiss]   another one

               𝙳𝙰𝙶𝙶𝙴𝚁   𝙿𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙶𝙴𝙳   𝙳𝙴𝙴𝙿   𝙸𝙽   𝙷𝙴𝚁   𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚂𝚃,   Cordelia   gasps,   pain   overtaking   her   in   a   way   she   never   expects.   She   can   feel   the   warmth   leaving   her   body,   flowing   down   her   hands,   seeping   into   her   clothes,   and   pooling   on   the   floor.   Line   delivered,   the   look   on   his   face   is   priceless.   Their   constant   back   and   forth,   a   battle   of   good   and   evil   all   but   decided   with   her   sacrifice.   Even   now,   she   feels   her   magic   leave   her,   seeking   out   their   next   Supreme   floating   in   the   tub   not   far   from   them.   

               Time   seems   to   slow   as   she   stumbles   back,   falling   backwards   off   the   stairs.   She   expects   to   hit   a   hard   surface,   her   last   moments   to   lay   on   the   cold   floor   of   the   school   but   she   finds   arms   wrapping   around   her.   Eyes   glance   up,   seeing   Michael   slumping   down   with   her   after   transmuting   himself   to   catch   her,   cradle   her.   It’s   only   a   matter   of   seconds   now,   complexion   paling,   lips   white,   eyes   slowly   losing   their   glimmer.   Free   hand   grips   his   arm,   pressure   weakening   with   every   passing   moment.   She   feels   the   tightness   of   his   hold,   the   pressure   of   his   lips   upon   her   own.   The   frantic   panic   and   frenzy   that   is   Michael   Langdon.   What   does   he   think   he   can   do?   Revival   impossible   now   that   her   magic   is   gone   with   Mallory.   

               Is   he   crying?   She   can’t   tell   what’s   him   and   what’s   her   own   tears   that   fall   from   the   corners   of   her   eyes,   mixing   with   the   blood   that   forms   puddles   around   them.   One   last   kiss,   one   last   moment.   She   feels   him   close,   mouth   opening   to   whisper   to   him.

❝   You’ve...   lost...   ❞

               She   dies   with   a   smile   on   her   face.

[intelwon]

     𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 / 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜      @obscurm​ said :  [unlikely kiss] 👀

               𝚂𝙷𝙴   𝙵𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚂   𝙰   𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴   𝙱𝙸𝚃   𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷   𝙳𝙰𝚈.   The   stronger   Michael   becomes,   the   weaker   she   feels.   She   doesn’t   know   how   long   she   has,   but   she’s   starting   to   come   around   to   the   idea   of   leaving   the   Coven   in   Michael’s   hands.   Showing   him   a   way   to   consciously   check   his   impulses   has   been   a   challenge,   but   the   faith   she   has   in   him   is   insurmountable   and   she   wants   to   believe   he   feels   that   from   her.   

               Leaning   back   against   the   couch,   eyes   closed,   back   of   her   hand   pressing   against   her   forehead,   Cordelia   takes   a   moment   to   relax   after   a   long   day.   She   doesn’t   expect   Michael   to   enter   her   room,   nor   how   long   he’s   been   watching   her   before   she   senses   she   isn’t   alone.   ❝   Oh...   ❞   She   sits   up   quickly   (   perhaps   too   quickly   )   brown   eyes   flicking   toward   him,   watching   how   he   moves   about   her   room.   

❝   I   wasn’t   expecting   anyone...   Do   you   need   something?   ❞   

               He   moves   closer   and   for   a   moment,   the   air   shifts   and   becomes   stifling.   She   can’t   describe   the   feeling   though   her   heart   begins   to   race.   As   he   sits   beside   her,   all   she   can   do   is   watch   him   carefully.   He’s   too   close,   much   too   close   for   her   to   think   this   is   normal.   The   silence   is   palpable   and   she   needs   to   break   it.   ❝   Michael,   I--   ❞   She   could   stop   him   if   she   wanted,   yet   shock   holds   her   in   place   as   lips   press   against   her   own.   They’re   warm,   burning   even,   though   it   sends   a   chill   down   her   spine   and   goosebumps   to   cascade   over   her   arms.   

               It’d   be   easy   to   write   this   off   as   a   simple   show   of   gratitude.   Maybe   he’s   thankful   and   he’s   just   trying   to   show   that.   Her   brain   tries   to   rationalize   it,   but   she   knows   it   shouldn’t   last.   It   couldn’t.   One   day,   she’ll   be   gone   and   that   day   is   fast   approaching.   

❝   Why...   are   you   doing   this...   ❞   She   breathes   against   his   skin   as   she   pulls   back   just   enough   to   get   a   good   look   at   his   face.   Hand   rests   against   his   chest,   a   shaky   reminder   that   there   is   distance   between   them.

[backbitchesa]

𝖒𝖎𝖝𝖙𝖆𝖕𝖊 002 | 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖌𝖊𝖙 𝖚𝖌𝖑𝖞 𝖋𝖙. → @obscurm 

1. i like ( the idea of ) you | tessa violet

2. say it | flume ft. tove lo

3. ugly | jaira burns

4. so hot it’s hurting my feelings | caroline polachek

5. side effects | the chainsmokers ft. emily warren

6. disparate youth | santigold

[backbitchesa]

𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖆 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖙 ( 1/3 ) | accepting

      Madison had become the devil’s left hand. Perhaps it was what made sense. After all, there were more than enough times she’d been called a demon. They had been so beautifully destructive together. Brought the world to its knees, along the way, making sure everyone whoever crossed them in their lives suffer. Though she knew deep down, Michael’s affections towards her were a façade. Whether feelings were fake or not, one thing was sure. He had taken a special interest in her—wanted her by his side during it all. Even if he was never able to care for her truly… something was exhilarating about the Antichrist thinking you’re unique. That she was selected out of everyone to stand by his side, that was more than enough for her. And oh, what fun they had along the way.

      Madison’s arms draped around his neck. Gently she pulled herself up to be closer to his face. “Have I told you how fucking hot you are when you slaughter our enemies?” She pulled herself up to his height and pressed her lips against his. Tongues danced as their kiss deepened. For a moment, she paused to laugh, “Did you see their faces? Fucking classic.” Slender nose pressed against his as she laughed. No, she didn’t regret her choice to stand by his side. Not for a moment.

- @obscurm​

[backbitchesa]

𝕬 𝕾 𝕶   𝕸 𝕰 𝕸 𝕰 𝕾 ;   𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 / 𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 | accepting

❝  i’m gonna fuck you until you can’t run your mouth anymore .  ❞

      Whenever things didn’t go his way, he tended to act out. Fuck out his frustrations. At times like this, it made the Antichrist almost seem human. For the most part, Madison was the perfect disciple. At least he certainly enjoyed; when she got on her knees. But one thing she couldn’t stop was her smart mouth. Something which became more prevalent, the more comfortable she got. “Try it, demon spawn. I dare you. Are you sure you can even get it up after that failure? I thought we were supposed to destroy the world…Not cry about it…” She stepped forward and got up in his face. “So do it. Fuck me like a real Antichrist. Not the cheap imitation that’s standing before me right now.”

@obscurm​