studying compass!mumbo like a bug. hes so much more messed up than i really got to show in htbahb <3

An Angel and A Demon ~ Pyramid Head x Reader

Update 2: My laptop restarted when I was in the middle of writing this, and trust me when I say it, I am positively pissed off, and I want to end my days, that's how bad of a day this was.

And I didn't leave the house.

That says a lot about today...

Update 1: But, without further ado, I was half-way writing this story, and I received this ask, and let me tell you...

helloooo, i absolutely adored the fanfics you wrote about kazan and danny🥺 could i request one where pyramid head is just really whipped for and in love with the survivor! reader but he doesnt know how to announce it to them so he brings her random ,,gifts" in and outside the trials and protecting her bc well, im pretty sure he cant speak so he doesnt really have any other options on how to express his feelings??

I live for it.

Bless you for sending me this, it's the reason I'm still sane right now.

I love you, baby-cakes.

Update 3: I want to kill myself so bad. Just smash my head on a wall until it explodes or sth. I was so happy with how this imagine turned out, only fuck fucking tumblr to just fucking delete EVERYTHING just as I was about to put the last gif and hit POST NOW.

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For the 5th time writing this :

FUCKMEDADDY - but this time - FUCKMYBRAINSOUTPLEASEIWANNADIE

Thanks.

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Hell - What was that place, anyway?

Some would describe it as an infinite ocean of flames and lava, where it's eternally melting-hot, and a bunch of hooved, horned, tailed red demons torture you with acid, with their red pitch forks, or boil you alive in their cauldron for soup. Or maybe you just get tortured by Stalin, who knows?

But never would have anyone thought that 'Hell' could look so...Normal. Well, normal in a very demolished, desolate, ravished way, but still...Normal, by human standards. Albeit, the never-ending loop of madness, anguish, agony and desperation of getting killed in different gruesome ways or fleeing for their lives and feeling a myriad of emotions pumping adrenaline through their veins so badly that their anxiety-meter skyrocketed to abnormal levels.

All this darkness, this hatred, this...Everything...It changed all the survivors. They became selfish, stubborn, rude, some even went as far as to sacrifice their fellow survivors in trials, just so they could survive. It was a complete mayhem that defied all kinds of reason, normality, morality or even ethics. Everyone became devoid of any laws that used to bind them to their humane sides, and now, you weren't sure if the killers were saner than the survivors or not.

But even in this abyss where you couldn't even see your hand in front of your very eyes, there was a little star - A beautiful angel radiating brightness and warmth, someone who was somehow able to guide everyone's straying souls with her benevolence.

In reality, she was merely a survivor, not the little lantern from an angler fish's head, but she treated everyone with such an untainted kindness...It was beautiful, and yet, unrequited for most parts. Everyone was still putting their own lives above all - And who could condemn them? - Perhaps their cowardice, for the girl preferred to save her fellow survivors as much as possible, even if that oftentimes assured her place on the hook, to be a sacrificial lamb for the Entity.

On the other hand, she rarely ended up on the hook - Most killers prefer to kill her themselves, instead of letting her become pray for the horrible Entity who tortured so many of them for refusing to cooperate - The Trapper, Evan MacMillan - He knew the best, with those hooks digging into his flesh, impossible to extract. He was the first to protect this girl. It wasn't much, but if he had to, he'd rather give her a swift, painless death, than seeing her without that serene, angelic smile on her face, as the Entity feeds on the last bits of her soul's beauty, the last parts of her humanity.

The other Killers were confused at the Trapper's actions, but little by little, they began to understand why this girl was so precious and special - And this domino effect hit Rin Yamaoka next, with Y/N stopping in the middle of a chase and taking off her jacket, just as Rin was about to butcher her with her katana, and she smiled, extending it to her. 'You must be cold' she said, realising that the Spirit was merely wearing a few bandages, not even her school uniform, or her kimono.

The ghost girl was shaken up by this, and told the others at the killer camp, but they just shrugged it off - Rin was a little girl who faced close to no kindness, they weren't surprised she was so taken aback by such a feat. That is, until Adiris, in a particularly terrible day, when everyone at the camp was staying away from her, as her profane censer wasn't able to cover the stench of rotting flesh - Y/N came over, taking out a small yet elegant glass bottle with pink liquid on it, spraying some on her - And now, The Plague smelled of roses and vanilla - 'You can come to me for perfume whenever you want, I always carry some with me!' she grinned at the Babylonian High Priestess, before leaving back to the survivor's camp site, leaving the ancient God symbol to stare with her mouth agape at the girl.

These words began to spread, and it was no surprise when the killers saw Susie clinging and begging her Legion friends to spare Y/N, for she was there to hug away her worries more than once, to tell her sweet words, to play with her hair and play the guitar whatever songs she wanted to hear, to get reminded of her home - She was so home sick that she freaked out, but now she was better, thanks to Y/N - 'I know you miss home, but sometimes, home is where your best friends are, and all three of them are here!' she tried to encourage the cute pink-haired girl who could only squeal and hug her new friend.

Even Ghostface wasn't exempt from falling to her charms, and they would often take silly selfies and mess around, making fun of the old horror movie tropes and doing lots of puns and pranks - So much that she even got his trust to be told about the Danny/Jed thing, and how he began his killer profession - 'You're a very talented photographer, Danny! You deserved all that recognition you got, both as a journalist, and as a killer!'

And very soon, Y/N found herself in the crushing arms of an overprotective Anna, humming her mother's lullaby together with walking through the forest, Y/N making flower crows for all the female killers at the camp site, and little by little, she somehow managed to worm her way under everyone's skins.

Y/N was the survivor with the highest survivability percentage, and maybe the Entity sometimes got pissed off, but at least she still got killed sometimes, so who cares? Well, that was soon to change as soon as a new Killer was added to this sick game - Pyramid Head, the terror of Silent Hill, as Cheryl, the new Survivor, called him - or The Executioner, as he was known now. He was ruthless, merciless, grotesque - He had his own criteria of killing, his own moral compass, ethics, conscience and understanding of the concept of life and death. Nothing that could compare to the visions of humans, clearly - Everything was gravitating around Divine Retribution and Justice, but the from the outside, he was nothing but a killing machine.

He would kill everyone and anyone that crosses his path, without fail.

Y/N felt like her fortune ended completely the second she found herself in the new, overly cramped map, with Pyramid Head as the killer - She couldn't help but run around like a spazzic meerkat, trying to find and fix as many generators as possible, without having to get face to face with the walking hazard...

Only to run past a stuck Pyramid Head.

Slowly backtracing her steps, she saw the mountain of a man with his metal pyramid stuck in the frames a low window which he tried to walk over. He was trashing like a raged bull trying to attack a matador, but it was clear he was getting nowhere with this.

"H-Hey, u-uhm...Need some help?" she asked in a soft, careful voice, almost like a meek cat trying to test the waters, but in return, he started groaning even louder from the wrath he wanted to unleash upon the whole world. "Okay, uhm...I think I saw a can of vaseline in one of the chests around. I'll go fetch it and I'll come back for you. Don't move." she said, only to then realise how horrible that sounded, considering the situation, and it only seemed to anger the killer. "...I'm sorry, ignore me, I'm an idiot." she slapped herself pretty harshly before bolting out of there trying to find the chest.

However, Y/N cursed herself for not having perfectly memorised the whole map by heart already, since she found the vaseline can after the 3rd chest, and then, it took quite a while to find the bloody window that got the killer stuck - And by the time she got there, she was dead tired. "Okay, I'm here, I found the vaseline! Let's try to get you out of here." Y/N muttered as she put her feet on the low window pane to get to his level. "If it's not too much trouble, could you please hold onto me? I can't balance myself with both hands occupied, and I'd rather not fall." she explained as she opened the vaseline can, only to shiver as she felt two big, strong hands getting a firm grip on her hips. It was almost...Endearing, were she not too busy trying to get the killer unstuck. She kept massaging the metal edge, trying to push and pull, also praying to whatever deity that existed in her human world that she had her tetanus shot done on time - Until finally, she was able to get hear a loud screech, like a pop, and the killer got unstuck, and in the process, he stumbled backwards, while Y/N fell down on her butt.

"Ouchie..." she muttered, rubbing her back and sides to take away the pain surging through her body. "Are you okay?" she asked, almost intuitively, without realising it at first, until she heart a low grunt that brought her back to reality. "O-Oh...! You have glass shards stuck in your side! And you're bleeding too! Hold up, let me help." she hurried to his side, while the killer merely stiffened, feeling her delicate, slender fingers tracing his body, while he heaved and slouched his shoulders from the repressed wrath. "It may sting a bit, and I'm really sorry, but I promise it will be better soon." her voice was so motherly and warm, which also resonated in her actions, as she gingerly took a water bottle and imbued some tissues with it, to wipe away the blood smearing down his skin as she extracted the glass shards, and then..."This is grandma's marigold ointment. It's really good, and it smells nice." she explained as she carefully smeared a thick layer of the yellow ointment on the biggest wounds, while the little ones were covered by smiley-flower patterned plasters. They were cute, and colourful, and they never failed to make her smile. "Okay, there we go, all better! I hope you'll feel better very soon!" her voice got a tiny bit more cheerful and upbeat.

It made the Killer think about a trillion things, as he stepped in front of her, towering over her like the Empire states building next to a smiling pomeranian. What was with this girl? Why did she help a killer? And why did he feel so...Warm inside? He could sense a foreign kind of luminosity, a naivite and innocence that he only witnessed in children and animals. This woman in front of him was untainted by the darkness and evil of the world.

It didn't matter how many hardships she's been through, or how much sadness she had to endure - Her soul remained as pure as any snowdrop, as the first snow of winter, as the fleece of a baby lamb who let out its first 'meeeeh' to its mamma sheep.

He couldn't allow this human to be maimed in any way - Not by the world, not by the Entity, and certainly not by him. - Screw the Entity, Pyramind Head kills by his own rules, and now, he was blessed to be faced with a human who bore no real hatred for her peers, or for the world, despite the horrible situation she was thrown into.

He didn't understand, obviously, especially as he remembered the myriad of abominations that lurked through Silent Hill, all of them created by the torment of humans - The very torment that distorted their own reality, which resulted in him needing to solve the purpose as The Executioner - Eradicating the world of all evil.

"Th-This sword is so heavy...H-How can you carry this around like that...?! Your muscles must be so strained and sore...Y-You really need a massage, I'm sure." she stuttered as she tried to lift the much taller and heavier sword from the ground, only for the brute to simply bend and pick it up with extreme ease, putting the girl to shame with her complete lack of strength. "Hehe...You're really strong. I'm embarrassed now." she chuckled softly, scratching the back of her neck.

Before she could leave or do anything else, Pyramid Head picked her up by the throat, careful not to hurt her or restrict her air intake - I mean, how else was he supposed to carry her so he wouldn't hurt her with his metal head or sword? - and it was pretty clear she didn't feel any malevolence from him, as she clinged on his forearm, trying to keep herself up, only to be dumped on top of the hatch, as the killer pointed towards it, so she would leave.

"O-Oh...! Thank you so much! You're really kind! I really appreciate this...I-I know it probably doesn't matter much to you, since you'll be doing this over and over again with all the survivors...But I really appreciate you for your kind gesture, and I appreciate you for being so nice with me. Thank you. Take care!" her dazzling smile lit the whole place up, but he couldn't talk, nor could he tell her how he should be the one thanking her for showing him that, despite the hundreds and thousands of years he had to roam the 'Earth' and execute the injust, miracles still existed.

As soon as she reached the survivor's camp, everyone cheered for her, asking how in the world could she have escaped the wrath of the butcher. "Oh, but he wasn't that bad. In fact, he's much more humane than I anticipated! I think he has a beautiful, blooming heart!" okay, she's lost it - the other survivors thought - but even so, she's always been a bit...Out of it, so who cares?

It took quite a while for the other three survivors to reach the camp, all bloody, in fact, like the new killer, who dragged himself with the same menace to the Killers' camp. "How the hell did you manage to survive?!" they yelled at her in utter shock, seeing that she got out of there unscratched. "Oh, you see...I found the hatch." she shrugged simply, not wanting to give away that the person who massacred those three was a soft one and he basically threw her down the hatch to her safety.

As she took a twig to roast a marshmallows, she noticed how Pyramid Head was standing much farther away from the rest of the killers - She knew that silent killers were bound to stay away from the more obnoxious one, remembering how Michael Myers almost killed Ghostface and The Legion at least a dozen times - But this time...He seemed kinda...Lonely? So Y/N took the matters into her own hands, roasted another marshmallow in another twig, and when it was done, she went to the killer's camp, calling out the lonely one's name - She has no idea why, but he actually followed her, pushing her further deep into the forest, until he was sure nobody was going to hear, see or interrupt them...

"Hey. You seemed pretty lonely out there...I thought you could use a friend. Thank you again for what you did at the trial...Here, this is a marshmallow. I don't think you've had many before...Cheryl told me of that horrible place you had to live in...So I hope this will make your day a bit better!" Y/N extended one of her hands towards him, so he could take the marshmallow - And a long, black tongue erupted from underneath the pyramid, snatching away the fluffy marshmallow and gulping it in one go.

What the hell was he turning into?

A towering man built of pure muscle, wrath and divine justice, with a pyramid representing the evil of humanity burdening his body, and a sword taller and heavier than the average human being constantly dragged in one of his hand...He now was a slave to a cute, innocent girl who was putting flower plasters on his minuscule wounds that would heal in a heartbeat regardless - He saved this girl who was now offering his these soft, squishy things that tasted overly sugarly, just like her upbeat and cheerful personality - If he could eat her, he was sure she would taste even sweeter than this - A sickish kind of sweet, that is.

She was indeed a beautiful angel in this tragic hell. But he didn't wait to snatch the second marshmallow either.

"Ah...! You liked it, didn't you? Well...Next time, I promise I'll give you more!" she grinned at him the same way a princess would to her chivalrous knight who saved her. The since he couldn't talk, silence took over them - It wasn't an uncomfortable one, per se, but it made it feel as if the conversation was over. "W-Well...I'll guess I'll see you around! Take care and I hope to see you again soon!" she waved cutely, trying to turn around back to her camp, only to feel a rough hand on her shoulder, turning her around and urging her to stop and wait for him and he went deep into the forest, leaving her alone and undefended by the potential malevolent forces of the forest.

When he returned, however, he stepped right in front of her, creating the perfect shade as he towered over her - Then he kneeled in front of her, so he would reach her eye sight, then he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and put a beautiful pink flower - As pink as the blush that started creeping on her face - He wanted to see her luminous face better, to highlight her dazzling smile and her glimmering eyes as the warm, silver light of the mother moon caressed her face.

Y/N felt her heart picking up the pace - It was beating so much faster than ever before - But this time, it wasn't out of fear or anything negative...It was something good. Something she never felt in her life, especially with her human acquaintances from back home. None was as chivalrous and gentle with her as this butcher of tormented souls - The bringer of justice, the merciless Executioner who was supposed to end the life of every living being that would cross his path.

It was insane how every Yin finds its Yang, even if that comes in the form of a little lamb of a small, frail girl, and a huge abomination of a brute man who knows nothing but death, bloodshed and carnage. It was truly crazy how opposites attract, and here she was, holding the killers large hands and gingerly putting them on her face, leaning into his touch - She felt safer now than ever in her life - Now, in the arms of an ancient killer.

An Angel and A Demon brought together in a perfect union.

As she leaned down, she touched the metal of the pyramid where she anticipated his forehead would be with her own forehead, and closing her eyes, she finally felt herself calming down. There was no need for words, actions spoke louder than anything, and she appreciated it...She appreciated him.

"Thank you." she whispered to him, knowing that yes, even though nobody else would hear it anyway, it was much more intimate than anything she ever experienced.

She was hooked.

Hope you liked my completely shameless pun, I couldn't stop it, especially after the pain I went through trying to write this...3 freaking times.

Yay.

WOOO POG DREAM SMP AU

theres 1.8k words and 9,393 characters of a schlatt au below the cut LMAO

[i was rambling to my friend and this is what came out of it! send me an abt it if u have questions i would love to talk abt it more pls]

(slight body horror/gore tw!!)

slams fists on table rattling any dishes on the table au where schlatt doesnt die of a heartattack and tubbo locks him up to rot basically and his horns grow into his eyes effectively blinding him and chained his hands together and basically a leash on him to keep him from moving around in his cell so he cant do anything to break the horns off before they get too long and one day when technos breaking into lmanberg he gets chased into the prison and loses them in the halls before coming across schlatts cell and schlatts calling out like 'whos there i can hear ur foot steps whos there please someone whos there' etc yk and technos speechless they thought they executed him to keep him from causing any more problems in the country but this is this is just much worse than anything he even thought theyd do and hes standing in front of schlatts cell just looking at him as if hes imagining it he knew lmanberg was bad but holy fuck they just let this man rot in a cell to the point of his own horns blinding him and giving him no aid or way to ease the pain so he makes himself known and schlatt 'ive never been so happy to see, well, hear an anarchist in my life, its good to see- hear you technoblade' and chuckles and blood runs down his face like tears would, few drops landing on his clothes before techno starts trying to get into the cell to take him out of there he cant leave him here sure he was an anarchist terrorist w a murder record but he had standards and now that schlatt wasnt in power he had nothing against him really considering he isnt a citizen of lmanberg so he manages to pick the locks enough to get him out of there, schlatts arm slung over technos shoulder they stumble out of the prison building and as they slowly make their way to the nether portal to get back to technos base, they run into tubbo and quackity, schlatts old right hand men and they try to stop techno bc hes well an anarchist terrorist w a murder record but the glare techno gives them levels them and theyre left staring at each other for a moment when schlatt 'whyre we stopped whos there tech' and techno mumbles 'tubbo and quackity schlatt' and schlatt just furrows his brows as far as he can without sending excruciating pain into his eye sockets before he purses his lips and asks 'are they going to try and stop us?' techno looks back at the other two 'no they wont, isnt that right boys?' tubbo and quackity slink away allowing techno and schlatt to the portal and them going thru, schlatt still silent as he tries not to trip over technos cape or off the ledge of the bridge passing over the lava lakes, they make it to the portal and begin the walk across the arctic tundra to technos house, philza isnt there right now so its just the two of them and techno leads him up the ladder to his room (its not really a room i think its just a bed, a bell and an enchantment table) and sits him down on his bed mumbling something abt being right back and he is with some medical supplies and a change of clothes to clean everything up, they dont talk techno works in silence and when schlatt winces he mumbles a small apology before continuing eventually techno got schlatt as cleaned up as you can get someone w horns in their eyes and a sweater to keep him warm and finally starts asking questions 'how long had u been in there' 'lost count' 'did they bring you food' 'a chests worth at the beginning of the month' techno sighs 'i thought they executed you' 'tubbo chickened out despite me being 'an active threat to our peace in lmanberg' and locked me up a few days after u set the withers loose and dropped off a chest of food once a month and most of them refused to talk to me others couldnt even make eye contact with me, other than the few instances where they said things like 'heres ur food' or 'u deserve this' or 'i cant believe tubbo let u live' i talked to no one other than myself for however long i was in there' techno stands and walks around for a moment before flipping some pages and schlatt can hear him gasp quietly in mild surprise 'what is it tech' looking in the direction he heard techno from and techno says, turning to face schlatt on his bed 'schlatt that was almost 3 months ago' a single beat of silence rings for what feels like forever 'oh. i, i didnt think itd been that long. though it would explain my current predicament' loosely gesturing towards his face 'oh right abt that i have a few questions if ur ready to answer some' schlatt hums and techno grabs a pen and paper and sits next to him in case he needs to take any notes for future reference 'how fast do ur horns normally grow' 'idk just a steady amount my whole life pretty much' 'will they ever stop growing' 'they generally stop growing around 30 and continue to grow more in width than length' 'did anyone who brought u food notice' 'they grow quickly and by the time the person w the third chest came around they were getting close to my eyes but they didnt listen to me, no one did' he sighs looking down at would be his hands 'the odds of both of my horns growing into my eyes and blinding me like this are so low but of course it would happen to me' a chuckle void of any amusement 'because losing my country and my people and my power wasnt enough already' techno stands up 'you had that coming' schlatt actually laughs this time, short and curt 'ok fair, u were the one that took me down afterall' and from then on schlatt lives w techno and phil and eventually tommy and then without tommy (tommy was Not happy when he found out that schlatt was living with techno but he needed somewhere to stay too and techno happens to live in an arctic tundra where only a handful of people know how to get to so he didnt complain too much) and eventually techno saws off schlatts horns at the bend adn removes them from his eyes bc if they kept growing into his head theyd hit his brain and kill him on top of blinding  him and techno gags and almost throws up despite not being sensitive to gore  and gives schlatt a bandanna to cover the holes in his head for everyones sake and once they heal somewhat he can find something else out and thats how they live, schlatt helps with what he can like farming w phil but mostly spends his time learning braille or something so he can read and techno gets him books in braille so he isnt bored or alone like he was in the prison and he feeds him and takes care of him and schlatt is funny and entertaining despite being blinded by something from his own body and the torture it was like to rot in a cell alone for almost a 1/4 of a year and nights when techno gets home late and hes shaken and the voices are bad schlatt will sit behind him and play with his hair and talk abt his own day and rub technos back and in return when schlatt relapses and gets violent and angry techno will wash his hair and read him stories until he calms down and hopefully asleep and no one told him the news that wilbur died so when ghostbur shows up and starts talking to him he treats him the same as he would wilbur bc he cant see that hes a ghost all thats different is his speech pattern and overall personality and one day he says 'ur different wilbur what happened to that, i dunno spark u used to have' and wilbur simply 'im not sure if im being honest a lot abt me has changed since i died, or so im told i dont remember much from when i was alive' and schlatt just 0_0 and then hes scrambling down the ladder and stumbling around the house looking for techno, finding him in the basement working on something and when he gets there hes out of breath and his hands are shaking bc holy shit wilburs not only dead but a ghost and he was just talking to me and he doesnt remember what i did and and and and techno is shocked to see schlatt in the basement and asks whats up and schlatt just 'wilbur died wilbur fucking died tech why didnt anyone tell him and now hes a ghost hes a fucking ghost who lives in ur house and doesnt remember anything he doesnt remember that he blew up lmanberg does he he remembers my name but not anything that i did what hes a fucking ghost techno hes a ghost holy fuck' and technos just standing there like ??? no one no one told him 'yea philza had to kill him after he blew up lmanberg i thought u knew thats why i didnt say anything' oh. 'phil, phil had to kill him?' 'yea its a touchy subject, dont bring it up' and simply goes back to what he was working on so schlatt sits on the ground by the ladder and listens to him work his brain going a mile a minute trying to comprehend whats going on 'would i have become a ghost if theyd chosen to execute me?' 'its hard to say im unsure if theres specific circumstances that contribuite to someone becoming a ghost but theres really no telling' and goes back to working yet again and from then on they fall into an easy schedule of techno going out and doing whatever an anarchist terrorist w a murder record does on ur average wednesday and schlatt stays home reading and organizing whatever he can based on size and feeling and sleeping in windowsills and schlatt greeting techno comes home beaten up and full of new resources and a side of bruises and cuts so he tends to them, getting better at maneuvering and functioning without needing to see then techno making dinner and then curling up by the fire for the night enjoying each others company as they talk abt their days :]

Gravity (Bakugou x OC)

Part 13:  Same Chains - Different Colours

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Bakugou x Vigilante!OC

Warnings: angst, explicit language, violence

Word count:   1715

Genre: enemies to lovers ; angst ; romance, slow burn

When a new student makes an entrance, Bakugou has a real bad feeling. There is something about this girl that just doesnt feel right. From the flaming hair to the calculating glint in her green eyes, everything about her just pisses him off.

Little does he know that his fate is intertwined with the person he despises so much, defining his future path in a way he would have never expected

By the time Artemis arrived at the tribunes where her class were seated, she still hadn’t quite shaken off her most recent discovery. Her classmates greeted her, Iida and Ochako making some space for her to sit down.

“Hey, Artemis! They announced you're dropping out of the competition. Are you doing okay?” Ochako asked.

“You missed the Cavalry Battle! Most of our classmates made it into the final round,” Iida explained in full class rep mode, gesturing with his signature hand chop motion.

Despite their enthusiasm, Artemis could sense the concern beneath her friends’ expressions.

“Yes, I’m okay. I guess I wasn’t as healed as I thought I was, so they took me out of the competition.” Artemis sighed inwardly and tried her best to crack a smile, despite the discomfort she felt. “I’m… sorry I worried you.”

“We’re your friends! You’re allowed to make us worry once in a while,” said Ochako.

Artemis frowned slightly, but decided not to respond. Was it really that natural to worry for someone? These people barely knew her, and yet all of them acted like they’d been friends for years. 

Taking a deep breath, she put on her best friendly face and listened as Kaminari and Sero behind her updated her on the latest events. She was a little surprised to find out that Ojiro had dropped out voluntarily, though she could understand his reasoning. For some people, pride was very important. More so than results.

“It’s as if that Shinsou guy brainwashed me or something. I don't exactly know what he did or what his quirk is, but Midoriya had better be careful,” Ojiro grumbled once he’d finished his story.

“Shinsou?” Artemis asked. “Wait… wasn't he the guy who tried to start shit with us? The fuzzy purple head?”

“Yep, that’s the one. Midoriya is up against him in the next fight. I just wish I could give him enough pointers to win.”

“Brainwashing, huh?”

That was an interesting quirk, Artemis thought. How was a person like that not in the Hero course? When you considered the possibilities a quirk like that could give you during fights, it seemed stupid and an incredible waste not to utilise powers like that for the Hero course. Then again, it explained his antagonistic attitude.

Before she could dive deeper into her thoughts, a lady with a snack cart pushed into their seating area, offering food and drinks. To Artemis’s absolute delight, she spotted a selection of much-needed energy drinks.

“Oh God, yes!” she groaned.

Finally, something was going her way today.

She jumped up, pushed forward and grabbed two cans of her very own survival liquid and a bag of chips. The thought of the treats was already lifting her mood. She’d paid and had just pushed past Denki to get to her seat, when suddenly a hand shot forward and grabbed the drinks in her hand.

“Oi, what-”

“Should you really be drinking that garbage, dumbass?” Bakugou growled into her ear.

Artemis hadn't even noticed the bane of her existence entering their seating compartment. When had he gotten up here? The sound of his voice sent a shiver down her spine and her stomach lurched again.

“Are you gonna police what I drink now?” she hissed, though she didn’t look up at him.

The scent of burnt sugar wafted around her, making her heart race. Fucking hell.

Instead of arguing further, Bakugou pulled the cans out of her grasp and put them back in the cart before handing her an iced tea.

Words couldn't explain how badly Artemis wanted to throw his ass over the fence and watch his body plummet several stories down into the arena. She let out a frustrated growl and finally met his eyes, ready to snap at him, an action she regretted instantly.

Her breath caught in her throat as she realised just how close Bakugou was standing next to her. It also didn't help that her brain instantly replayed the scene in the infirmary. Heat spread across her cheeks.

Thankfully, Bakugou seemed to have the same problem, and Artemis decided that even though she was in desperate need of caffeine, it wasn’t worth causing a scene right here in the open. Especially since she now realised that everyone was staring at them.

She pulled away with a huff, took the tea and sat back down, very determined not to look at Bakugou again so as to calm down her rapid heartbeat. What the hell was wrong with her, anyway? 

“Dickwad,” she muttered to herself.

The curious whispers of the classmates who had witnessed the whole spectacle didn’t go unnoticed by her. However, she opted that ignoring it was the better strategy for now. Stubbornly sipping at the drink in her hand, she tried to focus her attention on the competition in the arena.

Artemis watched as her friend Midorya scored the first victory against Shinsou. And while she was happy for her friend, she couldn’t help but be more interested in watching Shoto Todoroki fight next. The words of his father echoed in her mind, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand. She’d never paid much attention to the quiet boy, mostly because he usually prefered to be alone.

As Midoriya and Todoroki’s flames clashed in the arena, Artemis realized that she’d never seen him use the fire side of his quirk before today. And seeing Endeavor’s reaction to his son activating his left side told her why.

With a loud roar, the number two hero’s voice echoed through the entire arena: “Shoto, have you finally accepted yourself? Good! It all begins from here. With my blood, you’ll be able to surpass me. You will fulfill my desire!”

Artemis’s body stiffened as the memories of her father started to flood her brain.

Your power is my gift! You shall pave the way for New Olympus!

Why was it that men like Endeavor and her father always glorified their own blood, thinking it justified to turn the people around them into tools, not caring about the price other people had to pay for their hunger for power?

Ice spread through Artemis’s veins. She understood. And for the first time, she saw Todoroki. He was like her, in a way, rejecting the chains that bound him to that monster he had to call father. Todoroki was a tool, a weapon in the eyes of his maker, existing purely for the selfish gains of a Hero who didn’t deserve his title.

The revelation hit her like a gunshot, flinging her back into the dark, cold room she’d once called her home. A cage built only for her, robbing her of any humanity she possessed, until she couldn't feel anymore. The rage she saw in his eyes was the same that burned inside her.

A warm hand wrapped around her wrist, pulling her out of the endless stream of memories that threatened to drag her into the dark.

“Artemis?” 

Instinctively, she swatted away the hand that had touched her without consent, then flinched. Her head whipped around to the person who’d said her name.

Ochako gave her a concerned look. “Are you all right? You’re as white as a sheet. Do you feel unwell?”

Artemis took a deep breath and forced herself to smile at her friend. “No, I’m… I’m okay. Sorry.”

She could tell Ochako didn’t quite believe her, but she didn’t pry, which made Artemis very grateful. After all, her story wasn’t something she wanted to tell anyone. It was bad enough that she had to carry the memories inside her heart, having them haunt her dreams the moment she closed her eyes.

These flashbacks were getting annoying. It frustrated her that she had no control over what could trigger another episode, and the lack of caffeine that usually kept her brain buzzing and distracted didn’t help either. She’d have to come up with more effective ways to keep her brain busy from now on.

The Festival progressed without any further surprises. Artemis tried to pay attention to what was happening inside the arena as best as she could, but her thoughts kept drifting off. To her annoyance, the time her attention peaked was when Bakugou was standing in the ring. Watching him fight was fascinating, not that she would ever admit that to anyone.

It seemed to her that Bakugou was made of pure determination and strength. Every attack, every explosion, was well-planted. The man was a ferocious fighter and strategist, brimming with talent. So, it didn't come as a shock to her that Bakugou easily moved forward in the competition into the finale. And yet something felt off. Artemis couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but something in Bakugou’s demeanor told her he was growing more and more frustrated by the second. 

Unlike the fight with Midoriya, Todoroki seemed to refuse to use his fire again, which seemed to rile Bakugou up even more.

Artemis leaned over to Midoriya, who’d joined them on the tribunes after his fight with Todoroki, and whispered into his ear. “Say, is it just me, or does Bakugou seem more aggressive than usual?”

“Hm, so you’ve noticed too,” Midoriya replied with a serious look on his face. “I can't be sure, but it seems to me he’s taking Todoroki’s behaviour as a personal insult.”

“Insult? Why? Because he’s not using flames?”

Midoriya nodded. “Kacchan has this mindset that if you don’t give a hundred percent, it’s because you think he’s not worth it.”

What was it Bakugou had said to her in the infirmary? If you can't give your best, why are you even here?

No wonder he was screaming at Todoroki to use his flames. In his head, he probably thought since Todoroki had used both sides of his quirk in the fight against his childhood rival Midoriya, he was looking down at Bakugou by not doing the same thing.

He didn't understand what using the fire side meant for Todoroki, what was connected to that part of him. Artemis wasn't sure he could even if he was told.

She couldn't explain why, but watching that fight was painful. Maybe it was because no matter whether Bakugou or Todoroki ended up standing last, neither of them would be able to enjoy their victory.

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self indulgent writing the fourth

some platonic moceit, to balance out that other thing where deceit was The Worst... the doc for this is titled “in which patton’s adoption instinct takes over” lmao

it doesnt really need to be all the way behind a readmore, not nearly as bad as the first few things, but at this point that’s just how the format is

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The night was calm as Patton stood in the kitchen, clad in onesie pajamas and sipping hot chocolate.  It had just seemed like the thing to do at the end of this particular long day.  He was sort of enjoying the quiet and the being alone, which almost never happened when the sun was up, and was understandably surprised to hear the stairs creak and discover someone else was awake at 5 in the morning.

He narrowed his eyes at the silhouette coming into the room. “Virge?” he guessed.  Then the figure stepped into the moonlight and he blinked.  “Oh! Uh… Deceit!  I didn’t, uh, wasn’t expecting you to show up right now…”

Patton trailed off with an awkward laugh.  He wasn’t going to say so, obviously, but being alone with Deceit in the middle of the night… well, it made him a bit uncomfortable. True, he hadn’t tried to do anything bad since moving in, but he was just a little creepy, okay?  Other than not having his hat on, he looked just as villainous as always.  Patton couldn’t help taking a tiny step backwards when he recognized him.

Deceit rolled his eyes, and the light in the window reflected eerily off his scales as he paused where he was.  “The others aren’t here, Morality, there’s no need to play nice.”

“What?”

“You don’t have to act like you don’t hate me.”

“I don’t hate you,” Patton protested.  He then took another step back- into the counter behind him- and swallowed nervously as he found himself cornered.  Well, not really, he could always sink out to his room, but it still kinda felt like it.

Deceit sighed, sounding rather annoyed and bitter. “Right.  Of course.  You’re physically incapable of such a feeling, I’m sure.”  He paused and looked behind himself at the doorway, then moved a little closer- maybe going for the cabinet next to Patton?  “I just wish you wouldn’t pretend-”

“Can you not right now?” Patton interrupted.  He was looking down, into his empty cup.  “I’m tired, okay, I’m not in the mood for… whatever this is.  Would you just get whatever you came in here for and go?”  Why was Deceit even getting so close?  He usually wouldn’t let anyone within five feet, it was like he was allergic to human contact or something.

“Is he bothering you, Morality?”

Both their heads snapped up at the sound of a third voice, and Patton set his mug down a little harder than he meant to.  He couldn’t tell who was standing at the entrance to the kitchen, but he was sure it wasn’t any of his friends.

“Um… who are you?” he tried.  The person just laughed.

“Oh, don’t worry,” came the non-answer.  “I was just passing by, and couldn’t help but notice that slimy snake making you uncomfortable- I’ll be happy to deal with him for you…”

Patton hesitated.  In fairness, he didn’t really want to be talking to Deceit right now, but this new side was giving him some really iffy vibes.  He wasn’t sure how to respond until Deceit edged closer, just barely brushing arms with him, and Patton felt him trembling.

“Well?” the other side prompted.  “Go on, you can get back to bed.  I’ll take care of him, no need to worry.”

Patton’s eyes narrowed.  He’d felt Deceit flinch back at that, however much he tried to hide it, and his dad instincts were kicking in.

“Oh, well, it’s nice of you to be concerned about me but I think you have things a little mixed up,” he replied in a too-cheerful voice. “See, we were just talking, nothing to worry about!”  He casually pushed away from the counter and put a hand on Deceit’s wrist, easing him behind himself as he watched the unknown side stiffen at his words.

“I don’t think you realize the mistake you’re making,” and oh, Patton could just hear the incredibly strained smile in those words.  Based on the sharp inhale from behind him, that must have been a dangerous tone.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about. Have a nice night, bye!”  With that, Patton reached for Deceit’s hand and sank them both out as fast as he could.

As soon as they were safe in his room, Patton turned around, supporting Deceit as he shook off the dizziness of rising up.  “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Deceit pulled away and tried to straighten his clothes and steady his hands all at once, looking anywhere but at Patton.

“I’m not sure I believe you,” Patton said gently.  “You seemed pretty shaken there, kiddo.  Mind telling me who that was?”

Deceit seemed to almost do a double-take at the nickname Patton used for literally everyone he ever talked to, and it made Patton feel just awful to realize he’d never said it to him before.  “He, he wasn’t anyone,” he said quickly.  “...Certainly not a so-called dark side who happens to deserve the name more than most, and would have it out for me even more if I told you who he was.”

“Have it out for you…?” Patton murmured.  He was really, really glad he hadn’t let that guy take Deceit. “Has… he hasn’t hurt you before, has he?”

A shudder went through him and he closed his eyes.  “No, of course not,” he said unconvincingly. “Don’t worry.  I’m fine.  I’ll just- go back to my own room now…”

“Wait-” Patton caught his wrist lightly as he started to leave- “are you sure you’ll be safe?  You can’t sink out from one room straight to another, and he could still be around…”

Deceit pulled his cape tighter around himself.  “I’m certain it will be fine.  He’s the kind of person who gives up easily.  I just want to go back to my room and sleep, if you don’t mind, so--”

They both jumped at a knock on the door.  Patton turned to Deceit, only to find he’d disappeared, and opened the door cautiously.

“Hello…?”

“Hi again,” said the same side from earlier, “it seems there was a bit of a misunderstanding on your part, what I meant-”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Patton interrupted, struggling to keep the “passive” in passive-aggressive.  “Sorry, but it’s much too late to be standing here talking. Goodnight, whoever you are!”  He closed the door in his face.

After taking a moment to get his anger under control, he turned around.  “Deceit?” he called softly, “Where’d you go?  You can come out now, I locked him out… oh no, I hope he didn’t leave the room… uh- Deceit?  If you’re still in here I’m gonna need you to say something, or I’m going to go look in the common areas, okay?”

After a moment, Deceit emerged from under the bed, trying to make the action look smooth and natural.  “I was just seeing if you had any interesting secrets hidden down there,” he explained.

“Find anything?”

He sneezed.  “Dust.”

Patton laughed.  “Oh no, you’ve uncovered the dark secret that I don’t vacuum my floor.”

Deceit felt the edges of his mouth turn up despite himself. Patton stepped closer and ruffled his hair to get the dust out and he froze for a moment, face heating up.  He didn’t usually let anyone touch him, but wow that felt good.  He had to blink a few times to regain his composure, scalp still tingling where Patton’s hand had been as he started talking again.

“…doesn’t look like you’re going to be able to leave until we know he’s gone,” Patton was saying with an apologetic expression. “I’m sure it will be safe once the others start getting up in the morning, but it could be a while… You take my bed, okay?  At least get some sleep while you’re here.”

He froze up a little and blurted out the first thing that came to mind.  “I don’t sleep.”

Patton raised an eyebrow.  “But just a minute ago you said-”

“I know, I know what I said.”  He dragged a hand over his face.  “Sometimes things just- come out.  I don’t know why I’m telling you this, actually.”

“You’re tired,” Patton reminded him, nudging him to sit on the bed.  He didn’t quite manage to protest.  “Why don’t you change into something more comfortable, and then if you really don’t want to sleep in my bed we can figure something else out.”  With that, he left to get ready for bed himself.

Left alone, Deceit shrugged and made a small gesture to change into the only non-embarrassing pajamas he had.  They looked pretty much like his usual clothes, actually, but were made from a softer fabric, and instead of his capelet he had a fluffy black robe to wrap around himself.  Even that small change made him rather self-conscious, and then of course Patton had to return just as he failed to suppress a yawn.

“Aw, you look cozy!”  Patton, of course, had been in his pajamas to begin with.  He took a seat on the bed next to his guest.  “Are you okay sleeping here?”

“I… suppose.  Better than going anywhere else.”

His face lit up with a smile, but he didn’t comment, just nodded.  “Do you care if the fairy lights stay on?”

Deceit shrugged, so Patton kept them when he went to turn the rest of the lights off.  He had to admit, the warm glow they gave off was calming.  It was difficult to tell where Patton went after that, but presumably he was sleeping somewhere else in the room.  Deceit didn’t really care.  He pulled the blankets up over his head and waited to fall asleep, trying not to think about how he was cocooned in things that smelled like Patton, and especially trying not to think about the fact that he felt safer that way.

Patton was roused from the blanket nest in the corner of the room, AKA his secondary bed, by the sound of his guest in distress.  He poked himself in the eye trying to get his glasses on and then stumbled over to help.  Deceit was curled into a tiny ball under the blankets, mumbling incoherently in his sleep; it looked like he was having a nightmare.  Patton knelt next to the bed and touched his shoulder carefully.

“Wake up, hon, you’re okay…”  His gentle attempts to rouse the other weren’t doing much.  If anything, he seemed more upset- Patton caught a soft, pleading “no.”  Not knowing what else to do, he climbed onto the bed and maneuvered Deceit into his arms. He rocked back and forth, humming a lullaby from Thomas’s childhood and trying not to wonder if it was weird to do that with a grown man.  Either way, it seemed to be working.  Deceit relaxed bit by bit, and finally, Patton was able to lay him down again and slip away.

Or at least, he thought he’d be able to do that.  As soon as he tried to get off the bed, the sleeping side had a vice grip on the fabric of his pajamas.

“Okay, uh… I guess you don’t want me going anywhere,” he laughed quietly.  “Don’t worry, I’ll stay… although you might feel different in the morning…”  

Honestly, he kind of expected to get shoved off the bed as soon as Deceit woke up, as had been his experience with Virgil early on. Until then, though, he was happy to cuddle for as long as he was allowed.  He lay down and fixed the blankets, and Deceit was in his arms immediately with a barely-audible “w’rm.”  Patton couldn’t believe how adorable he could be when he wasn’t acting all villainous and trying to… intimidate everyone… goodness, he really was like Virgil had been.  That might be worth some thought.  Once he wasn’t busy watching him unconsciously melt at every little touch, at least.

Deceit woke up very confused.  This wasn’t his bed- where was he?  Why on earth was there someone next to him?  He stayed still, not letting on that he was awake while he tried to remember.  Patton… yes, that was where he was, Patton’s room.  Because he’d come to this side of the mind seeking refuge last night, and it had gone better than he’d even planned for.  And then… oh, no, really?  He kind of wished he didn’t remember half-waking in the middle of the night and clinging to Patton like a scared child.  It was bad enough he’d even gone to him for protection in the first place, really. He was a facet of a grown man, he should be able to take care of hims-

“Oh!  Are you awake?”

Damn it.

“No,” he deadpanned, trying to sound more annoyed than nervous- it was a weird situation, okay?  He didn’t know what he was supposed to do upon waking up in another side’s bed.

“Oh.”  Patton sounded mildly disappointed.  …He hadn’t actually believed that sarcasm, right?  “Well… if you were awake, I would tell you that you don’t have to go back to your own room if you don’t want to.  You can stay here as long as you need, I- I want you to be safe.  …You don’t ever have to go back, if you don’t want to.  Okay?  Wait, you can’t answer if you’re asleep, never mind.”

Deceit remained silent for a long moment.  “If I were awake,” he finally said, voice muffled by blankets and not very steady, “I might tell you I would consider it.”

He could practically feel Patton breaking into a smile.  Probably because he tended to harness the power of the sun for his facial expressions.  He turned onto his side, facing the other, and simply said, “If you told me that, I would be very happy.”

Although he kept his eyes closed and told himself he wouldn’t smile back, it happened anyway.  Patton, for his part, kept his excited reaction as quiet as possible and let him drift back to sleep.

SPOILERS!!!! CHARMED 1x19

Okay y'all, I've finally seen the latest episode of Charmed.

So... overall I actually like the episode. I like that we are getting into the lore more. I like that connection to and the differences between the OG Charmed.

So in the OG Charmed magic isnt necessarily neutral. There is good and evil magic but (at least in the first few seasons) there was the idea that magic had to be balanced which is why there was a council made up of elders and demons to protect that balance and ensure the secrecy of magic.

Reboot Charmed I like the idea that all magic comes from one source and it is the actions that determine evil or good. Which just reaffirms what Harry has told Macy. By the same hand, there are some plot holes in all that. Macy is having a little bit of trouble with her demonic side since they said demon blood acts as an infection (and apparently Parker didnt always have it) that would mean that although witches are born demons are not or at least special conditions have to be met, maybe? So not sure how they will explain that. Also Macy is obviously having trouble with her demon side now. I dont know if her emotional state after the break up is contributing to that since her confidence is probably shaken as well as the fact breakups suck.

I actually don't mind the opening scene showing the Sarcana deaths. Hold on! Let me explain. The big villains of the show are white, I dont know if that is on purpose. I see they are trying to be diverse by having non-white witches and non-witches. So when you are trying to have diverse casting and people have to die and you only have white villains, your POCs are always gonna be on the chopping block. Which is why i think having diversity on a show is hard because you cant be callous with any of your characters (in general I dont think you should be, but i feel a lot of show writers write for shock or angst) because you have to remember that certain storylines take on a different meaning when the actors are non white. For example, OG charmed wasnt a stranger to mass murder. Season 4 started with the slaughter of the Elders and whether you were pro or anti elder that was still shocking as heck. Which I think the reboot was trying to do with the Sarcana. The issue is that in the OG we had 3 seasons of elders exploring thier faults and the good they do, and both the slaughters(titans) and elders were white (well primarily white, I think we only got to see like 2 non white elders in the entire series if I remember correctly). Here you have a white villian and mostly POCs being slaughtered. I totally see how wrong that looks and I think the writers or the casting directors either missed that or they are being heavy handed with the idea of abusive white villains against POCs. I think the scene was about showing how aweful and abusive Fiona is, also revealing her main motivation, that they dropped the ball on the whole "you are murdering most of you POCs here which arent main characters".

Speaking of abusive. I still want Villian Charity. I want her to take out Alastair and be an active villain not a passive one. I mentioned before that see would probably be a passive one before, but I said I wished she wouldn't be. I like villains. I like well written villains mostly. I think Charity has the perfect set up to be good villian. She began her own fall from grace (although the structure which taught her had a hand in it too), she fell into bigger evil under a tyrannical and abusive character, if she goes Lilith (CAOS reference) and decides to replace Alistair some way as the big bad I will be happy. Because I dont want to watch her be a meek used and abused character to then either be killed or do some sort of self sacrifice thing. She straight up murdered people and is a villain in spite of mostly being passive. Cole was killed in the OG charmed because at some point (we can argue about exactly where) his actions were irredeemable. Yes his story was complex, yes a lot of miscommunication and power dynamics went into all the issues there but the line had to be drawn. Charity, at least in my mind cannot go back to being "a good guy". She is getting in deeper and deeper. She obviously has emotional ties still to her sister and probably Harry, just as Cole did with Phoebe, and I want to see where those ties lead her. But I will be disappointed if after murdering a bunch of people and helping out a demon to try and bring on the apocalypse, they make her an abuse victim who dies. Not cool. Stop hurting abuse victims for emotional reactions on television! I know many abuse victims are killed by their abusers (RIP Dr. Wagner although Hunter did it we know who ordered him to). I dont want to see it overdone on the same show within a few short episodes. Charity shouldnt get off free for her murders either even though she is obviously in an abusive relationship now with Alistair (not talking romantic relationship) she has been set up to become a villian, tragic back story yes ,but her choices were made and she has to live with the unintended consequences.

Macy was being super toxic this episode. Let's at least call her out for it. Yes, imo Galvin hasnt been that great of a boyfriend except for a couple of cute moments (the really didnt get enough screen time to say whether the good outweighed the bad). But Macy needed to leave him alone. Like the whole time watching this episode I was just like "so are they spreading out the Cole and Phoebe arch to everyone?". He obviously is traumatized. He already told her he was out. I know she is hurting, imo they way he broke up with her made it worse and messed up her confidence even more than it could have, but she still seeks him out even though that is a violation of his boundaries. I dont like how he attacked her personality when he said that he couldnt compartmentalize the way she can. Macy does do that, I agree that they probably would have broken up because of that, but again he could have just said "I dont see it that way, please understand that". That also said, Macy trying to convince him other wise also rubbed me that wrong way. When he questioned her thoughts and actions over her demon side it was hella wrong! Equally for her to question him over how he feels about what happened to him. They are his feeling and she needed to respect that. I think that they arent right for each other and are kinda bring out the worst in each other. If Galvin gets killed because of magic I will be upset, because he firmly expressed that he wanted out, and if Macy or his lingering feelings for her get him killed that would be unfair. Just as unfair as charity dying doing something good after being abused and manipulated (abuse should never be a punishment I dont want a theon grey joy on Charmed characters shouldnt have to be abused to convince the audience that they deserve to be redeemed).

Parker and Maggie...I feel for Parker. I do. But your decision to not play a part in bringing about the apocalypse shouldnt be based on whether or not your girlfriend wants to be with you. I get it, he is freaked out and he thinks he killed his mom. Charity killed elders out of panic and I didnt cut her slack. I called her story a tragedy but didnt suggest her actions werent heinous. Parker is the same. I am getting Romeo and Juliet vibes here. Like stupid kids making stupid decision based on misunderstandings and feelings beyond thier Ken (or at least infatuation and adolescent hormones beyond thier knowledge). I never liked Romeo and Juliet so that could just be me.

I dont know. When my brother passed away I felt dead, my whole world and future as i saw just crumbled. I was depressed and had some PTSD (according to my doctor). Even though I had suicidal ideations, I still feel that in Parkers place I wouldnt do something that would involve hurting other people. I wanted to go away or disappear, but the idea of hurting others would be too much for me. And Parker is supposed to be this nice guy who has been fighting his demon side before he met Maggie. Maggie gave him the motivation to break away from his father but he was never into hurting people. So to go from that to, "let's destroy the world, I've got nothing to lose" ....except you might end up killing Maggie and a whole bunch of other people in the process. Considering he was horrified thinking he hurt his mom, it doesnt seem to be in character. Again Romeo is not thinking things through, but like not thinking things through was kind of Romeo's thing whereas for Parker not so much.

So like Mel and Niko should be the new Piper and Leo. Like they should be the one couple that despite there issues (only if it is done better than leo and piper was) makes it til the end from the very beginning. I am a Hacy fan but as the episodes go on I feel that they both need a lot of growth before that happens.

Speaking of Harry. I love him. He has recieved the best character growth within a season I've seen. So like he is an established good guy (not good as in not evil, but like a genuinely not trashy person) but obviously his faults kind of go along with his emotional boundaries. He gets attached really fast and that can cloud his judgment. His whole Charity relationship was so teenager in nature that I wanted to slap him upside the head, but I think he is ment to be compared to Fiona. In spite of being created and used as a tool of the Elders and being tossed aside coldly (although he was an idiot in many ways where Charity was concerned) after years of loyal and good service, he doesnt turn into a trash monster. He doesnt use being abused as an excuse to abuse others. Fiona is so angry (not gonna say she doesnt have a right to be) at being a tool for others that she uses and abuses people and feels justified in it.

I totally get her wanting to extinguish magic. But like ber issue is that magic made people want to use her as a tool and that power and having power ruined her life.... wouldnt it make more sense to just bind your powers and wipe you mind? Like less carnage and you get the same result. A life without magic. See doesnt seem to be doing it to protect others, it seems more like she wants to hurt them by taking thier power.

The episode was ok. Things moving along and I will be watching. I really want to know where they go from here and what the big finale will be.

The lore needs some help, maybe with the new staff coming on board that will be ironed out next season.

I think the last episode was better pacing wise. This one felt a little slow to me. Anyone else feel that way. Lots of problem introduced this episode I am hoping they will lead to satisfying conclusions. Or at least a super good itch for the next season. I will probably still continue to watch either way next season because for its faults I think this show is doing some really great things and i am still excited for them.

How are y'all feeling though?

Dimittetur Illi~Lee Mark

HI! I am sorry this took literally forever.Hope you enjoy and dont puke:)

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Genre:Alot of angst (oops) with microscopic fluff.I Honestly wrote this and while adding GIFs I realised that i am soft for mark.And this doesnt seem like i am.

It was the first day back from summer break when it all started. I was new at this school and not everyone was friendly.I had to find my way around everything and ended up sitting alone at lunch, one earphone in and looking around cluelessly at those wild herds of “humans” surrounding me.

One fine rainy day, he walked up to my table, and sat down.I knew of Mark.He was the bad boy getting all the ‘action’ as the kids in Biology explained to me. He was nice to people, innocent and childlike ..or atleast pretended to be. The gesture of sitting at lunch with me everyday became a routine and as he talked to me and laughed ,I fell for him, like the rest.

 One day, I found myself making plans with him to visit one of those temporary carnivals in town and you may even call it a date. It wasn’t anything special, but it felt like it didn’t have to be.We never ran out of anything to talk about, so that’s what we did.It was during this time, I heard the most adorable laugh erupt and I couldn’t help but to smile as wide as possible.I fell for him more, like the rest.

 It was finally time for Halloween , but my pet goldfish had recently passed away.I was in school , lying on the floor with my costume on when tears streamed down my cheeks.Suddenly I felt a figure pulling me towards them and as I looked up , it was him.

“Why are you crying, Mark? And how did you manage to find me? “, I said.

 “I listen to you.”, he said.

I thought about what he said for quite sometime and it was the when the last candy hit the bucket , that I figured it out. He cared.My heart was overflowing with an array of emotions.I fell for him the most, just like the rest.

 I never thought of taking anything forward with Mark. He has a list of beautiful people that he’d rather be with and even though it hurt, I was okay with it.What mattered was that I had him.But that was until winter had set upon , nature displaying its vivid range of whites.Mark and I went for a cup of hot coffee and on our way back , stopped at a local park.The weather was just right for snowflakes to float its way down upon the ground. I examined one on the palm of my hand and as I turned to show him the sight, he stared at me with a small smile to his face.As we walked home,I felt him grab my hand and intertwine our fingers.I looked up to see a red Mark with hope in his eyes looking down at me, the most serious that I had ever seen him. I couldn’t help myself, and leaned towards him.The next thing I knew were his cool gloves enveloping my face and us smiling as we kissed.And that was when I was sure I am in love with Mark Lee, like the rest.

 But all good things, or those seemingly good, must come to an end.I was walking to a nearby shop to buy some groceries when on the way I saw him.I was on my way towards him, when I saw him walking with another one, as he grabbed their arm and looked as red as a tomato with hope in his eyes and as they leaned towards him, he kissed them.The next thing they knew, he was enveloping his hands on their face.As they fell for him, like the rest.The only difference was that I was part of that rest.

 Now, it is the first day back again since summer break.I still eat alone and sometimes get lost in my classes, which usually calls for detention as ‘bunking’.I walked down the hallway as I saw ‘him’ for the first time since he cheated.We made eye contact for a second, but it was broken almost immediately as he tried to step forward. He furrowed his eyebrows as I walked away from him.As if the day couldn’t get worse, I got detention again.I walked to the class and took out my notebook as I began to doodle.Soon I heard a voice that seemed bitterly familiar and I was ready to sprint all the way to my house.Mark looked right at me as he took a seat beside me.He started on to saying something when I turned my head and felt the tears pool up .The teacher, of course had to leave at some point of time and even being in the same room as Mark made me sick to the core.As I glanced past in my memories of the times we had, I don’t know what was it that I did to deserve this heartache.But the truth is that I trusted Mark despite all those once upon a time harsh comments about him, now is it that I truly understand.He never cared.

 I was deep in thoughts of my own , that I didn’t realize when it was that I started sobbing.I felt the chair next to me move and a face appear right in front of me.He looked at me and I saw pools of water in his eyes. His eyes scanned my face, trying to decipher what it was that made me this upset.I felt worthless as I looked at him but I was helpless because it had been so long.My trance was immediately shaken off as he tried to touch my face.I tried to get away from him but he hugged me by my waist , laying his head on my lap as he said,

“Please.Please don’t go. I don’t understand what is it that I have done for you to give me the coldest shoulder.”

It was now that realisation dawned upon me of how furious I was. I scoffed as the anger pooled in my eyes.I got up and as he looked up at me with fake innocence , I said,

“Wow.You really think that I am a fool?Didnt you ever think that I would find out about you cheating on me? Did you even care or was it all just an act? I fell in love with you.I would take a bullet for you and I don’t even receive the basic courtesy of honesty or respect. I am sure you give less of a shit of how I feel but why..what is it that I have ever done to you to be used like a toy ? “

He wiped his overflowing tears as he said,” I am sorry. I never meant to harm you and I know that is probably the dumbest excuse I can ever give you. But I want you to know that I meant everything I said to you. I loved every single moment with you and being with you brought a smile to my face like I had never experienced before. I know you will never believe or trust me ever again, but I can only hope.”

“Why did you do it then? If you “loved” all of it. If you are going to lie then you might as well say something I might believe.”

“What is that supposed to mean? I am truly apologetic.”

“I mean that you telling me that you used me for your sickening satisfaction is the truth. You played me and I fell for it, just like the rest. It makes me feel like shit but as long it’s the truth I –

“No. No that isn’t the truth. Its so stupid and I regretted it the minute it happened. I loved every minute spent with you. I am not lying when I say,I had never felt what I felt when I was with you.I fell for you so hard the moment we started talking on that lunch table, and I tried so hard to just keep cool and be friends with you because I didn’t want you to think I was playing with you.But that day, when you were playing with that snowflake, my heart was pounding and I couldn’t control any longer. The scary part came when we were together, I needed to be with you every day, and I was so scared.I knew I love you but I didn’t know how hard I was in love with you. And I did the stupidest thing ever.To try and get with another person.I tried to do the same things as we did but after we kissed , my heart ached and the next thing I knew was that you were avoiding me.”

 I don’t know what it was that came over me, but I wrapped me arms around his neck and he held me instantaneously. He was shook at my actions.”Please tell me if you are lying right now because this might me the dumbest thing I will ever do.”

He chuckled and said, “Thank you. I am so sorry for what I did , I never want to hurt you like that ever.I love you.”

My heart skipped a beat and I leaned towards him , resting my head on his shoulder .”It’ll take me some time for things to be normal again though.”

He kissed my forehead and nodded.

 I hope my sense of direction improves because detention sucks.

PS. For the people seeing the second GIF and being like how is this related? It isnt. This GIF cures my depression and makes me happy :)

my five year relationship has come to an end, and although i knew it was gonna happen sooner than later it is still devastating. i feel like i just had to update my tumblr because i really only recorded the really early stages and towards the end. 

we didnt have a relationship that was goals, even if we were together for 5 years we had our issues like any other couple. there were times where i felt like i didnt love him anymore and there were times my heart felt shaken by someone else. Through it all i really couldnt help but love him. 

I really didnt expect to even start dating him, let alone start thinking we were going to have a future together. We are so opposite and so different those differences started to add up on us.

First it was prom, then it was the beach, then he stopped wanting to come over because it was too hot, and he stopped watching things he didnt want to watch with me. Then it was a pattern he let me do whatever i wanted as long as i never forced him to do anything he didnt want to do. We lived like that for years. We lived to whatever was most convenient to him, but as selfish as he was it worked out because of my giving personality. But then he told me he didnt want to have kids, and our agreements like for him to have his first drink on our wedding day seemed irrelevant. 

Before this we wanted to have kids two of them, we wanted to get married, we wanted to live together one day, we wanted to spend forever together, and i started thinking about it seriously even though i told myself nothing was permanent. But i guess i was right and things changed. 

Throughout our whole relationship he loved me unconditionally, he let me be free and independent, he trusted me and never doubted our commitment. I never thought he didnt love me, and we really got to extreme levels of comfort. we told each other the times where we thought someone else was cute, i told him about how i started developing a crush on someone. He became my best friend and i felt that i could be completely myself around him.

But when it got hard for me, when i got into my moods, when i was sad, he couldnt tell me anything. He never knew how to give advice or how to console anyone. But who could blame him he grew up that way, his family doesnt really talk about that stuff, and he can barely understand his own emotions. But when he started to disregard what i would tell him, when it became easier to ignore the fact that i was going through something, i shouldve known that it wasnt okay. and i knew. i just ignored it too. 

I never wanted to be a burden on anyone. I never wanted to make him feel uncomfortable. i just wanted to love him and be there for him, even though i knew we were different and even though i knew i deserved better. But time has affected that. Ive loved him for five years, it was never going to be easy to stop loving him. I understood the conditions of our relationship. I was accepting that with him consolation and empathy was something that i would never be able to receive. But hes tried, hes held me while i cried, he knew how to apologize, and he was capable of feeling guilty. Thats where i thought i saw hope and growth.

But unfortunately those feelings were too much for him. At least he knew i deserved better too. He felt bad that i had put up with him for so long, but instead of breaking up because he felt i deserved better it was more that he was tired of feeling bad about not being good enough, he didnt want to feel bad about himself anymore. And i understand thats valid, but it would have been nice if i knew thats how i made him feel a long time ago.

Some part of me hoped i would be able to help him fix his issues, like by being in a relationship with me he would learn how to handle emotion and how to treat other people. But our relationship was just too overwhelming.

It wasnt all bad either, it actually was more good. In the five years we were together i learned to become more selfish. Although it wasnt in my own relationship i learned to do things for me. I was free and i did whatever my heart wanted. I stopped caring about what other people thought of me and i started creating more opportunities to live my life. I became closer to people around me and my family. All while having a happy relationship. I got to enjoy many back scratches, cuddles, and kisses. I discovered my love for anime and i learned so many things because of him. Yes i deserved better but i never felt like what he gave me wasnt enough. I didnt care that he dropped out of college to work and transfer to community college. I didnt care that he couldnt drive because he had too much anxiety. I didnt care that he didnt have a lot of money. He made me smile and laugh. He made me feel safe and secure. He made me feel beautiful, sexy, cute, and funny. He tested me and our relationship was simple but it never felt boring. In the end we got too comfortable and we stopped trying, but i had such a lovely time. Being with Aaron and the memories together will forever make me smile and make my heart sink to my toes. I rediscovered love because of him. Now i have to say bye to my high school sweetheart. 

Here I am now a 21 year old newly single, going from being in a relationship since i was 16. I dont know how to date or flirt anymore, i dont know how to talk to boys i have interest in, not that im interested. Its going to be hard. I still hope sometimes I’ll get a text saying “hey can we hang out” and then we magically get back together but he also has become less selfish and learned how to be a little cooloer, and knows how to empathize and console me. But he wont and hes really better off by himself right now, and I am too. I guess i need to learn how to live an adult life single and rediscover myself and learn how to live alone. I still love him, a lot, and we told each other we would stay friends, and this is after all the crying and telling each other we still had feelings for each other. I just cant talk to him right now, or see him. It sucks when everything has a fucking association to him but with time it will get better. In the end i hope he stays one of my best friends because i dont ever want him to be lonely. He comes off cold but he really is a big softie, hes really funny and charming too, hes just not good at making friends in person. I hope we both find what we are really looking for and we both end up satisfied with our lives. I dont regret a single thing. I have a lot more growing to do and Im still young so wish me luck. ALSO ITS ONLY BEEN 4 DAYS SINCE WE BROKE UP SO IF I END UP UPDATING THIS WITH SOME NEW SHIT AND FEELINGS IM SORRY 

if you ever decide to get back on tumblr and stalk me

hi. i miss you. i probably love you, im not sure in what way. i hope youre doing well. I hope youre happy. I hope we are friends. If you need me, im only a message away. And Thank you.