#fun fact Fox and the Sisters was once my band’s name because we all met during Victorian lit seminar

[jae-writes-fanfiction]

Famous Living Dead

Michael x Reader - 1641 Words - More Freaky Fics

Notes: Written for @blackbutterfliescal with the prompt of Micheal and a séance! This ended up being a Victorian!AU on top of that. Curious about any of the historical practices, or Victorian séances? Send an ask! Otherwise I hope you enjoy! ❤️

Warnings: references to in-home Victorian viewings/funerals/séances, mourning jewelry, grief, major character death (the main character’s spouse is dead).

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The group sat around an oval table. The room was lit only by soft candles. The man who had once been your husband ignored propriety and removed his gloves to hold the medium’s hand and fully connect the circle. They were those who had loved you most; Ashton, Luke, and Callum- your dearest friends, Michael- your husband, yet you didn’t recognize the two other people. The medium only referred to them as The Sisters’. One sat on the Medium’s left, the other across from her at the end of the table. Their faces were shrouded by hoods, making their true identities unknowable. The Sisters didn’t speak but instead sat amongst the group to help concentrate energy into the spirit world.

“Ms. Fox,” Ashton addresses the medium adjusting his spectacles, “I can’t help but wonder to the purpose of your compatriots. It seems they seek to divide us-“

Luke nudged him harshly, you knew Ashton to be a devout skeptic. While you were alive he often wrote into papers defrauding false séances and mediums. But from the despondent look on Michael’s face, he could tell this wasn’t the time.

You smiled softly looking on, you were glad someone was looking out for Michael. You longed to take his hand in yours and tell him you were alright, that the sickness couldn’t touch you anymore. That the time you had together wasn’t enough but it was perfect, that he didn’t have to worry.

But all your attempts had failed thus far. His dreams remained unaltered, your voice was unheard, your touches unfelt. This, Ms. Fox and The Sisters, were your only hope. But contrary to their advertisement, there was no force, heavily nor devilish, that could connect you with the living.

“Now Sirs, our circle is joined,” Ms. Fox spoke with eyes too bright for the occasion and bet voice too jovial, “Even with The Sister’s help we must call to summon our spirit.”

She turned her green eyes to implore Michael to speak through his grief, placing the séance’s success or failure in the responsibility of a man already utterly consumed with guilt. It was a good alibi, should their demonstration prove false. They would only then need to assure the poor widower had he conjured correctly their theatrics wouldn’t have been needed.

Had you any feeling in them you would’ve worried your hands in anticipation. You’d give anything to reassure him, to see his eyes smile truly again.

He coughed trying to clear his throat, “Ms. Fox I’m not sure what to do…” He sounded just as lost and broken as he looked.

“Of course Mister Clifford! Did you bring a personal object of theirs as was requested?”

He swallowed thickly and nodded to the ring on his center finger. The device was rather clever, quite expensive, and a perfect display of mourning for a gentleman in distinguished society- at least that’s what the advertisement had claimed when Luke bought him it. The ring’s center was a small frame, the central skeletal figure a pin that could be pressed inwards to then release outwards and access the interior space. In it was a lock of your hair woven into a delicate pattern.

You had heard Luke and Callum discussing it after you were laid out the night before the burial. Ashton insisted that as a man from a respectable family Michael needed the correct memento mori, just as he needed the correct flowers, and that postmortem photograph Luke had arranged.

It was all expected of Michael, especially after the passing of a much-loved spouse. But in the last year your illness advanced rapidly, doctors recommended a seaside excursion for the clearer air, they recommended salves and tonics, and even specific household décor. He gave you all of it.

Yet none of that melancholy or guilt manifested when Michael looked at the ring. In the soft shades of your hair, and the glimmer of the band he only saw your face just as it had been when you were first wed, and just as he hoped it would be when he saw you again.

“That’s perfect,” Ms. Fox said gently, “Now call to them. Just like you would if they were simply in the next room and you wished to see them.”

Michael nodded slowly and mumbled something quietly, that no one heard but you before sitting up a little straighter.

“Darling,” his voice broke over the syllables, “are you here? Can you hear me?”

“Oh!” Fox cried out, “I think I can feel a presence. Oh, they’re so faint, so frail even still...keep going!”

Michael took a shaky breath and tried again, “Darling, if that is you please speak to me. Show me a sign!”

You strained against the space between you, screaming at him to look and see you. You were right there, just out of sight and another world away.

“I- I think I can feel them trying to reach out through me!” Ms. Fox sounded near ecstasy and it made you cringe.

You felt nothing else. You couldn’t feel her any more than you could Michael, and your heart dropped at the realization that she wasn’t feeling anything either.

All of a sudden a strangled moan ripped through the air and all the candles went out. You knew instantly the sound came from a phonograph concealed in the adjoining room, and that the candles had purposefully short wicks.

At that moment The Sisters began to shake, and in doing so the table did as well. Amid the startled confusion, the medium quietly blew out the candle. No one in that room could see as The Sister closest to Ms. Fox reached out with a hand she had quietly been resting over ice under the table, to touch Michael’s hand. His strangled gasp and subsequent short sobs broke your heart. The momentary fear and relief he felt were false, and the only witness was you. The dark veil between you couldn’t be moved.

You thought about praying that Michael never found out about the devotion. But what good would that do you now- what god listens to the prayers of the dead?

The Sister at the opposite end of the table shifted her legs so a third actor might quietly crawl from under the table, to walk about the purposefully dusted floors. The women’s shoe prints would be a definitive piece of proof even in Michael’s eyes, as would the slight breeze from the fan the Secret Sister carried as they left the room.

It all happened within a few minutes, so it appeared Ms. Fox begged them in earnest not to “break the circle,” shouting for her assistant to, “resurrect the lamps.”

When the room once more held light, the Secret Sister looked like a savior, standing with a candle aloft terrified at the newly revealed footprints. Michael looked ghastly pale and he trembled trying to remain composed, despite earlier lapses, in front of the allegedly distinguished Ms. Fox.

“I’m sorry for such a dreadful display! “It would seem your late beloved is not at peace yet.”

Ms. Fox spoke as if she too were frightened by the spectacle. If looks could kill yours from beyond the grave would've sent her directly to hell.

“I am afraid sirs that repeat sessions might be in order! They’re quite an unhappy ghost, I’d dare wager a guess to some illicit dealings, don’t you see we’ve already had footsteps! And you, you felt her hand? A partial apparition maybe! To think with more prodding we might call forth the figure entirely! And yes, then the truth of it must come out but to think it’s only such a small price to pay for such a rare understanding-“

“That is enough,” Callum said with an authority his friends had never heard him use before,”there is no disquieted spirit here. If anything only a very sad one. A better relationship never lived, nor shall I stand to hear you ramble on to disparage it.”

He stood quickly yanking his hands off the table. The action seemed to break the heady illusions playing over the other’s minds as they all started at the moment. Wether or not you had tried to make your presence known, or something else did- they didn’t know. But they did know your marriage was filled nothing but perfect adoration and this woman, for better or worse, was now claiming otherwise.

Luke stood as well, quickly buttoning his suit jacket. The breach of conduct on his part loomed like an executionor’s axe for Ms. Fox, as a gentleman Luke always acted perfectly sociably- yet there he stood and the circle was broken.

Michael couldn’t speak, he had no scope of the tricks that had been played but his mind was plagued with the thought of your soul restless for eternity, searching for something you could never find. He said nothing while Ashton pulled Ms. Fox aside, nor while Luke quickly ushered him outside.

That night you floated through the house that was once yours. The twisting hallways and spiraling stairs all felt the same. But no place with a death in it cantruly stay the same. Swathes of fabric covered the mirrors and as the hours passed since the burial and the covers remained you knew Michael felt it too.

Even though he couldn’t see you, your presence still lingered throughout the house. Michael almost expect to round each corner and see you working at some inane task. Between the séance’s excitement and the grief written into his shoulders Michael collapsed on the sofa from exhaustion.

You moved beside him, had you been flesh and bone you would’ve been holding Michael. As he fell asleep, tears staining his cheeks, he could’ve swore he smelled your perfume and heard you return his whispered sentiment from before: I love you.

[novastarlyght]

The Return of Final Space Live (the rock band AU)!!!

HEY DO YOU GUYS REMEMBER “FINAL SPACE LIVE,” THE ROCK BAND AU I MADE LIKE A YEAR AGO?????

WELL YOU SHOULD BECAUSE I HAVE SOME UPDATED DETAILS FOR IT NOW!!!!!

First, a couple changes to the original details post from last year:

Now that we know about Sheryl: Instead of a spy she was an actress, who met and married John under much less espionage-y pretenses. Unlike canon she and John kept a good relationship and stayed around up until John’s death, which is when she abandoned Gary and disappeared. Gary doesn’t see her again until Final Space becomes successful, 25 years later, and it’s unclear where she was or what she was doing during all that time. It’s Gary’s personal belief that Sheryl only cared about John in order to mooch off his rock star fame and fortune, hence leaving after he died, so he’s hesitant to let her back into his life for fear she just wants to do the same to him now.

Hugh and Gary are now the same age, both being 32. Hugh is now also shorter than Gary, at 5′10’’/~177 cm tall. Gary revels in those 4 inches/~11 centimeters he has on Hugh.

How Gary met Quinn and Hugh is slightly different. He still meets them the same night at a bar, but now at age 27. He gets drunk and tries to hijack a ship (in order to impress Quinn by making her think that it’s his), crashes it, and as a result loses/replaces his arm and gets put on house arrest for several months. During this time, Hugh having bribed someone to find out where Gary lives is the only one who comes to visit him, which is how they become best friends. Once Gary’s house arrest is finished, Hugh offers to let him move into his apartment so they can be roommates. Gary accepts and 5 years later they form Final Space.

Nightfall (who is Quinn’s identical twin sister in this AU)’s real name is now Daria, because I don’t know why I didn’t think of that the first time. Everyone still calls her Nightfall though because her real name embarrasses her. She does NOT think of herself as a Daria at all hahaha

AND NOW THE NEW STUFF!!!

CLARENCE! He’s a used ship salesman who sells Final Space their new tour ship, The Crimson Light, after The Galaxy One is wrecked. Ash and Fox are still his adopted kids and their origins are pretty much the same. While he’s still kind of a shady conman, I like to think he’s a bit less terrible in this AU. He wouldn’t abandon his kids and everyone else like his canon self did towards the end of season 2. Still a disaster bi though and dating Catoloupe. Also fun fact, inspired by one of @jadeyarts‘s headcanons, he’s a shapeshifter! It’s a bit difficult and unpleasant to do however, as shapeshifting requires him to shed his entire skin. Nasty.

Ava is a cyborg and The Crimson Light’s mechanic. I plan to draw her soon but in the meantime imagine a cyborg mix of Winry Rockbell and Sergeant Tamora Calhoun as for what she looks like, especially the latter because Jane Lynch. 8′)

So you might be screaming, especially now that HE IS FREED, WHERE THE HECK IS BOLO IN THIS AU???? WHERE’S OUR BIG FLUFFY TITAN BRO?????? I actually thought of what to do with him last year but forgot to include it in the original details post (whoops) but yeah, he’s the owner of a record label called Interspace Records, which The Infinity Guard (John Goodspeed’s band) was signed to! He was good pals with John and the band and still has a lot of photos of them together and music awards that they’ve won hanging up in his office. Gary often goes to him for advice and guidance, which he does his best to give. Also he’s just a regular alien now, not a Titan (Titans probably don’t exist in this AU), and much smaller, about 12 feet/~366 cm tall. He wears suits with a lot of quirky ties because even for being so powerful and wise, he’s got a silly side too as we’ve seen, heheheh.

Bolo’s Gatekeeper is now his personal Secretary at Interspace Records. Still dislikes sass.

Lord Commander is signed to a label known as, you guessed it, Invictus Records, which is owned by a rather mysterious woman who calls herself “Vicky.” I’ve already started drawing her so more on her once I finish that~❤︎

Some of Final Space’s musical influences: Queen, Pink Floyd, Aerosmith, The Who, KISS, David Bowie, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Muse, Weezer and of course, Kenny Loggins! They have a very classic rock meets pop/alternative rock sound!

Some of Lord Commander’s musical influences: Metallica, Black Sabbath, Nirvana, Green Day, Nine Inch Nails, Slipknot, Smashing Pumpkins, My Chemical Romance, Fall Out Boy and Pierce the Veil. His sound is VERY metal/punk with lots of hardcore, crazy guitar solos and dark, artistic lyrics. A true idol to all the emos and edgelords of the universe.

[trashikino]

here is an about-meme-thing,,, usually i do not do these but im feelin it today and i got tagged by roomie so its like....i Gotta,,, i must Appease her

anyways,

Rules: Tag 20 people you’d like to get to know better (im not going to do that because i dont know 20 people. in fact. im probably not tagging anyone tbh)

Name/Nickname: Jess (or, depending on the quantity of Jess-es in a chat, “small Jess”)

Gender: Gal pal

Star Sign: Aries 

Height: 5′2 (I could be 5′3!!! I COULD STILL GROW OK)

Sexual Orientation: I’m gay. like really really gay,,,,harold im a lesbian

Hogwarts House: i have never read or watched harry potter, or bothered to figure this out. I think my friends are still arguing over gryffindor/hufflepuff tho

Favorite Color: shit man it’s hard to pick,,, i like greens and blues a lot. 

Favourite Animal: four legs and fur = friend. reptiles too tho....all domestic animals and the usual Basic Ass faves like foxes and wolves...i just love them ok....i love animals they’re so good..........

Average Hours of sleep: 5-6 during school, 7-8 during Not School

Cat or dog person: I love them both deeply but if push comes to shove, dogs

Favorite Fictional Characters: literally almost any girl i can say is gay, including all of the LL cast, izetta, flip flappers, any video game i’ve played ever,,, do i need to say more thfh ((love live cast does hold an Extra special spot for me, though, i love these girls...... :’) ))

Number of blankets I sleep with: Usually two, but if I’m somewhere cold i will pile them upon myself like nobody’s business

Favorite Singer/Band: yes

Dream Trip: I’d like to go visit certain people, like online buddies, but I don’t really have travel destinations in mind. if i could just like, teleport into all my pal’s houses and play video games or watch a movie or whatever it’d be rad

Dream Job: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

When was this blog created: November 2015, I think. I made it after I put up ygtbk 

Current number of followers: 559

When did your blog reach its peak?: My guess? Probably after I took a fuckton of prompt fills, just before the Muse finale came out and between that and sunshine, when everyone was desperate for content

What made you decide to make a Tumblr?: I had one before this blog, but i was feelin pretty ehhhh about it. I made this one for writing and prompt fills! and for fun bc i like me some Relatable Content 

Birthday: April 18th! 

Relationship status: Single and ready to achieve maximum gal pal

Siblings: Two younger siblings, one brother one sister. 

Wake up time: For school i wake up around 6:00 - 6:45, depending on how late I stayed up the night before/homework completion. off of school, it fluctuates WILDLY because I’ll stay up until like 4am and sleep until noon or stay up till two and wake up at nine like...who knows my dudes....

Lemonade or sweet tea: Lemonade 

Day or night: Night!

Coke or pepsi: I almost never drink soda. I remember liking coke more tho

Calls or texts: Texting, but good luck getting my reclusive ass to text first RIP

Ever met a celebrity?: I met an internet friendo, mon, once and im still 90% sure i went into cardiac arrest on the spot, tbfh i’ll count that as famous....

Smiles or eyes: I don’t know what this is asking??? both?? like if u dont have both then idk what to tell u....ppl can smile but their eyes r like MURDER or look kind of nice w their eyes but their mouth is like I WILL GRIND YOUR BONES TO MAKE MY BREAD so like....pls both at once....

Country or city: are we assuming best-case or worst-case scenario bc like....both could be cool or both could be shitty and it really depends on the town and people tbh

Last song i listened to: Funky at heart by studio killers

this is the part where I’m supposed to tag people, but idk who to tag because I know these things can get annoying fr some people....I guess if u wanna do it and you’re a mutual go wild?? yeah