Tragedy - Blog Posts

I have yet to see a take on If We Were Villains that isn't either negative, related to The Secret History, or both. So here's mine. SPOILERS

First, I've seen some hate for Meredith and the other girls. Why? I understand that Meredith "betrayed" James and in that betrayed Oliver, but she was only trying to protect him and their friends. She didn't do it out of jealousy, she did it out of love.

If you must hate on Meredith for being jealous the least you can do is admit that you would be too. The guy your with, and perhaps even love, is obviously in love with another person despite choosing you. And that person is in love with him too. How would you feel?

In a perfect world Oliver and James would be together and Meredick would live happily ever after with no abuse or darkness of any kind. But the book isn't about a perfect world, it's about being doomed and making the best out of the situation. Meredith and Oliver found the best in each other, especially at the end of the book. While keeping James's death, we couldn't have asked for a better ending. Oliver loves Meredith more than he could love anyone outside of James, and she loved him for who he was and is.

Okay maybe I just wanted to rant about Meredith and he relationship with Oliver! But I never see posts about it! All I see is aesthetic boards, and while beautiful, aren't what I'm looking for!

I understand that If We Were Villains and The Secret History are practically the same, everyone points if out, but I have no interest in TSH and I never will. Somebody please get it.

Our World Burns Eternal.

A silent plea, to all that will ever be, as I weep in longing, my long forgotten glee,

As the sun no longer shines, the moon never pulls the tides, as the tyrannical reality of whoever bastard comes to seek power in this abandoned city, does not fail to remind me, this would be the end.

Our world of small skylines, of this meek land, humble and of stone, comes a-crashing and a-crumbling, like sand falling through the cracks of home.

And as I hold your hand, dearly in my own, as I gaze over our small skyline, as the sun gives it's final triumph, as the city below us burns in ashes and sings in flames, engulfed in orange and covered in gray, a song I used to always sing comes to mind.

And I think...

...this isn't so bad.

You're here.

In our memory, our world burns eternally.

Memory moth🦋

On matters about a wolf, misery and tragedy.

Credits(not in order) "I have to keep doing it" Art by Canis Infernalis / Quote from The Oresteia / Quote by Noor-Unnahar / Quote by Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis / "The Pianist" by Valeriya Lakrisenko/ Quote from "The gods show up" by Michael Kinnucan / Quote from Anne Carson (Translator), Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides / Quote by Matthew Stover, Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith / "Chaos" Art by Molly Warburton/ Quote by Charles Bukowski / Quote by Sylvia Plath, Lady Lazarus / Quote by John Constantine: The Hellblazer / From The Art of Pantomime by Charles Aubert, 1927.

“Maybe forever was a word meant for memories not people.”

-unknown

Mercury One-shot Chapter 2: Forty-Eight Frames

My eyes scanned around the prison. It was dark, humid, and so little light could pass through. I have no other time available to meet him but only after my classes.

"How did your eyes adjust to this? I can't see your handsome face well..."

Of course, he won't answer me. As usual, I try to engage him in a conversation. I held my phone cause someone texted me, but I accidentally opened my flashlight. "Oops—sorry—"

He quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me close. I almost hit the bars. In a menacing tone, he slowly warned me. "Don't. Turn. That. On."

For a second, I felt his murderous intent. "Okay, Mr. Kiefer. I'll turn it off, and would you please...let go of me?"

His grip became firmer and tighter before finally releasing his hold of my hand. Ah....it hurts like hell. I turned off the flashlight on my phone. Stupid Helen! You know this guy is a murderer and rebel.

"I'm sorry, Kiefer. That won't happen again."

I stood for a moment waiting for him to respond, but he didn't say anything. After staying for an hour, I said my goodbye. "Alright, see you tomorrow, I guess. Again, I'm sorry, Kiefer...."

Clack. Clack, clack.

The next day, she came back.

The next day, I came back.

I was working on a series of animation stills on my walls, but I always did it in dimly lit areas of my cell. In the morning, before any guards see them, I erase them. I made sure I only made easy to erase media whenever I drew on the walls. My only mistake was waking up later than I used to.

I came earlier than I used to. I hope he has forgiven me last night. I even bought him his favorite orange chicken meal. Those are the thoughts that ran through my mind as I walked towards his prison cell. In my surprise, my eyes widened as I saw the series of drawings on his walls. Despite it being lowly lit by the sun, I could understand the shapes and forms of each drawing. Looking from afar, the whole picture of the animation stills is....

"Freedom..." I muttered to myself. There he lied--tired and sleeping soundly as his hand held a brush with an unknown painting medium on the concrete floor.

Slowly, my eyes blink open.

"How long have you been doing this?" she asked.

I look at her in horror while she seems impressed at my works that could endanger my life any moment. I rushed to her and held her by the ankle. Thankfully, when she fell, she landed on her butt.

"Please, I'm begging you....don't tell anyone about this," I begged with my voice as if whispering.

I nodded. I sat close to him. "You....tell me what really happened. I've seen your animation film. It was impressive."

I saw him frown at my compliment.

"I won't know how to tell them you're innocent if you could never tell me the truth. And I want your truth."

Silence. He turned away from me. With a worn out fabric, the drawings on the walls were erased in huge swoops of his hand. "Come back later at night."

"Then what?"

"The truth. I'll show you the truth."

At around eight o'clock in the evening, I went back to his prison cell. I told the investigator that I was still in the process of talking to Kiefer, and he just nonchalantly allowed me. Looking around, I made sure that no one is following me and silently went towards his prison cell.

It's too dark. Wonder why of all times—

Rumble!

I looked in the direction of the loud sound--flashes of lightning accompanied by thunder. Anxious, I continued to walk until I felt I was near the bars of Kiefer's prison.

"You came back."

"Of course," I responded, trying to hide my anxiety.

Boom!

Another thunder. My eyes went large when flashes of lightning showed images I shouldn't have seen. I gasped and covered my mouth.

After that encounter, I ran to my office and reviewed Kiefer's folder. I looked through the images and reread the statements of witnesses.

"It's so clean. How did they do it?" There was no evidence that was left as an opening to pinpoint the real murderer.

My hands were shaking as I recalled the animation stills of how the senator was killed. I can feel fear creeping into my spine. The chills—and the skin bumps. I feel dizzy.

Riiiiing, riiiing!

I flinched when my cellphone rang. "Hello?"

A muffled voice answered. "Hello? Are you Attorney Neumann?"

"Yes, I am. Who is this?"

"This is from the Strelitz residence. I am Larry Strelitz, the uncle of Kiefer. Can I meet you tomorrow?"

I held onto my phone, still bothered by the drawings of Kiefer. "Sure, Mr. Strelitz. What time will we meet?"

---777---

Author's Notes

For this one, I kept pondering maybe I can turn Kiefer into a film auteur. Like I imagined him as a free thinking rich boy then suddenly his world was thrown upside down, so his only solace, which is art, is hidden from the world. Yet slowly, Helen tries to dig more into Kiefer's psyche and emotional baggage. Unfortunately, since he has undergone through trauma and abuse, Kiefer is reluctant to open his world of imagination--or his soul--to her.

Mercury One-shot Chapter 1: Tainted Innocence

With a huge punch to the gut, I folded and fell onto the floor.

"That's what you get—you stupid—imbecile—shameless!" the investigator said as he kicked me till he ran out of energy to do so. He grunted and sat on his ankles. "You know, you could reduce your sentence if you just....just silently accept your fate, huh?"

My hands shook as I look at his eyes full of disgust and contempt. I stuttered, "I-I did not...k-kill him....GAAAAAAH!!" I choked on my spit when I felt his kick on my stomach one last time.

"You know, I pity you. If not for your blood from a rich bourgeoisie, I'm sure the president must have killed you instantly."

He spit on me and left me wringing from pain on the floor. Gritting my teeth, I cried. My tears wouldn't stop trickling down my face that I could taste the bitterness and saltiness of my soul.

I...am innocent.

I was falsely accused for the murder of a known senator of this country. For convenience, they even labeled me a rebel for creating a well-known animation film centering on youth empowerment. In a wrong turn of events, my most prized creation became my wick of downfall. The president said my film has anti-government propaganda, and I used it to brainwash the youth to go against the government. He even said that I killed the senator, a loyal party member of the president, in my frustrated attempt to fulfill my propaganda. Thus, I was captured alive and treated like a worthless creature in this isolated prison. For four years, I have been enduring abuse and harassment from the investigators, prison guards, and cellmates. My family used to visit me, but as years passed by, they have cared less for my being. This is the first in a very long time that they have given me a chance to escape, yet why an apprentice prosecutor?

In my own cell on a bed, I placed my hand over my head, thinking, "Do they want me dead instead? But why now? They could have just killed me right at that time."

Clack, clack, clack, clack.

"Hello, Kiefer," a sweet, honey-like voice called my name.

My eyes shifted to glance in the direction of the sound. Oh, it was that woman from yesterday.

I gulped. When I looked at her, I couldn't help but admire her elegance. Her eyes are fearless, yet you can sense fairness and stillness in her. I couldn't look away.

"Mr. Kiefer? I am here to talk about your case that's been pending in court for....four years to be exact. Today marks the fourth year you were captured as a government rebel." She brings out a white box.

I sat up. On instinct, I backed away and hugged my knees. She noticed my reaction, but she didn't leave. Instead, she sat on the floor and placed the white box beyond the bars.

"Orange chicken? I heard from your friends that you loved ordering them."

Sniff, sniff. It is orange chicken!

I rushed to get the box, however, when I saw her face up close, I retracted as I got the box. I returned to my bed and turned away.

"How are you, Kiefer?....I know, you're disappointed to see that an apprentice prosecutor was sent instead of an attorney of caliber to defend you. You may not believe me, but I can defend you. That is...if we work together...."

Together? I scoffed. "You...were but a number among the lawyers my family hired. I don't know how much they paid you for you to accept a death row case. But you can't change the minds of the judges."

"Who says we can't?"

What?

I looked at her in surprise. She didn't even flinch.

"Judges are humans, too. They may also have errors despite having years of experience in the field. So, who says we can't change their minds before your big day?"

"...But they are the judges. They can only be a judge after ten years of practice in law...."

She doesn't say a word. She opens the box and eats her own meal.

"Even if you don't believe me, what if I was your only chance to be free?" she asked as she looked at me intently.

I tried to build up the courage to say something to her, but my trauma from years of abuse prevented me. I waited for her to leave, and she did. However, I became bothered when she visited me every day and even told me about her day in her law school.

Scowling, I asked her, "Why? Why do you keep coming back?"

Ignoring my annoyance, she replied, "You are my client, Kiefer. Even if you told me I could just run away with the large sum your family has paid me, my integrity doesn't allow me to do so. Do you hate people with integrity, Kiefer?"

Her question made me gulp and rethink my words. "Integrity....I already forgot that word. It has been out of my dictionary ever since my life turned upside down."

---777---

Author's Notes

I just thought…what is it like to be falsely accused? Just how much does a person actually go through? Most of stories rooted from this concept are on people in a fantasy setting. If done on modern setting, the character was almost always a grown adult, but only a few center around on a teenage or young adult character. So, I was like okay, we'll bring this story to life.

Mercury One-shot Prologue

"This...is the man that gave the senator 48 stab wounds, hacked and slashed his body to pieces....and packed it in a travelling bag only to throw into the fields of unknown?" I asked the investigator.

"Yes, Attorney."

I reread the files given to me. Name, Kiefer Strelitz. Age, twenty years old. Gender, male. Background, the youngest son to Strelitz Publishing Corporation. Red tagged for propaganda against the government. I put down the folder and looked upon the face of the criminal. He has been in prison for four years. Downtrodden, beaten up, and malnourished—this is the face of the government rebel and murderer?

"What did the witnesses say?" I tapped my fingers on the table, trying to throw my sympathy away towards this kid.

The investigator answered. "They all had the same statement: A tall, lanky man about six feet in height went with the senator in the same room. Later, they heard a gunshot, and one of the senator's secretaries came in. He said the boy was trembling in fear, holding a knife."

His answer made me raise my eyebrows. "Huh? I thought the senator died from stab wounds and being cut to pieces?"

"He did. Because the senator was still alive from the gunshot. Then, this young man attacked the senator and stabbed him to death..."

"What did the secretary do? Why didn't he help?"

Clearing his throat, the investigator placed his hand on my shoulder, leaned close and whispered to my ear. "Well, he was afraid of a rebel. Of course, why would he try to stop a rebel?"

I felt him squeeze on my shoulder. He looked at the young man in question who couldn't afford to look at his intense condemning eyes. "Okay, then. Thanks for answering. I hope you'll leave your lines open for further questions?"

With a devilish smirk, the investigator replied. "Of course, attorney. Oooh, would you look at the time." He whistled as he took a glance at his cheap metal watch. "I'll have to leave you two first." He gave Kiefer one last look of warning before leaving me and

Kiefer alone in the interrogation room.

A moment of silence. I was staring at a terrified man who hadn't fully realized his adulthood yet. "Kiefer?"

Kiefer, seemingly afraid to even look at me, was trembling. His adam's apple moved as he gulped hard.

"Kiefer...." With a warm smile, I reached out my hand for him as a gentle approach to his elusive nature. "My name is Helen Neumann. I am your attorney. I'm here to defend you."

Look at this guy. He can't even speak or respond to my greetings. He's thinking if he should look at me, hold my hand, or answer me.

"Kiefer—"

BAM!!!

"I DID NOT KILL HIM—I SWEAR TO GOD! I DID NOT KILL HIM!" Kiefer grabbed me by my shoulders and shouted the same words as if he's chanting.

As if lightning, the investigator bust open the door and ran swiftly to intervene. He tased Kiefer who was defenseless from the device.

"Hey! You don't have to do that!" He just tased my client!

"Shut it woman!" The investigator roared. "You, shameless brat!" He dragged Kiefer away by his collar as Kiefer held onto his hand.

"Where are you taking him?"

"To the correction hub." He stopped by the door and glanced at me. "If you want to survive this country, don't get in too deep, young lady," the investigator warned.

Anxious and fearful, I shut my mouth and watched Kiefer be dragged away helplessly.

"I did not kill him—I did not kill him...." He cries while being taken away.

The room fell silent as soon as Kiefer left the room....

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Author's Notes:

Just a draft script for a manga that hopefully would be actualized one day.

It's me ya boi

Anyway can we talk about how many parallels there are towards death and the strong themes of cheating death present in the DA games?

DAO: Cousland cheats death the first time by escaping their castle or whatever. Don't remember the other back stories but I know they also evade consequences or death. THEN you evade death AGAIN when you become a Warden. Then once more at the betrayal, when you get saved by Morgan and Flemeth. Then if you complete the dark ritual you manage to slay and survive the Archdemon. THE PROBLEM WITH THIS IS the entire point of being a Warden is to die. To slay dark spawns until you get killed or go insane -in which case you die anyway- Your whole premise is to be an honorable sacrifice, to die and take as many dark spawn as you can with you so that no one else has to. By surviving over and over again you're not only forsaking your purpose but spiting the wardens that came before you. How dare YOU be the one to survive? How dare you cheat your death over and over and over again? What about you makes you so special? More important than the other wardens? How fucking dare you?

Da2: So first Hawke survives the hordes of dark spawn in Fereldan, they survive the ogre attack in place of their sibling, then the trip to Kirkwall and then the entry into Kirkwall. How many died during those events, how many different times did Hawke cheat death in those instances? Hundreds of times, definitely. One wrong move and Hawke would've been killed, but they weren't. How lucky. Then in the deep roads, Hawke can lose their OTHER sibling to the taint. Then they lose their mother. What was all that surviving for if they were just going to lose all of their family, be left in this world without the people Hawke had worked so hard to save and to care for? Champion of Kirkwall, what a heavy title to bear with all the deaths of people Hawke couldn't save. They cheat death once more at the end, against Meredith.

DAI: Inky is sent to the chantry, and it blows up. You should've died but you didn't, instead you're given a key to close the rift and a woman saves you. Then you are found, imprisoned for terrorism. You should've been executed, good thing you have that key. Good thing you were the one to try and save Justinia, right? Good thing it was you who survived and not the thousands of others. Then comes the reinstitution of the Inquisition, a portion of the chantry long since dead -for good reason- that rises up from the ashes with you. Then in that one mission you get sent forward in time, in which everyone dies for you to get you to fix the disastrous consequences of you NOT defeating Corypheus. There are more moments but fast forwarding to the dragon secret and defeating Corypheus. You should not have been able to get that secret, but you did, the same way that key imbedded in your hand/arm. By all means, you were always meant to be dead. There was nothing special about Inky, there was no reason they should have survived any of what happened to them but they did. And that can be viewed as either happy, bittersweet, or outright tragic. Then, at the very end, the one thing that made you special, the key, has to be CUT OFF because it is killing you. You should have died but good thing Solas is there to take your arm, to help you cheat death again -which is a great parallel to how he helped you in the very beginning-

I stand by the idea that Dragon Age is a tragedy. The MC, whether that's Warden, or Hawke, or Inky has to give up EVERYTHING, their families, their lives, everything, to be forced into positions of power and save the world. And whether their willing or not, it doesn't matter because they will be forced into that position. Forced to be Hero of Fereldan, Champion of Kirkwall, or Inquisitor. You will be robbed of everything and forged into what people need you to be. That's the consequence of cheating death and being at the right place at the right time. But it's a good thing youre special, huh?

And you know the thing about being a Main Character is that you will cheat death over and over and over again, and the only consequence is that someone is going to be there to take your place, someone is going to die for you, eventually. There's nothing you can do about it except watch your life be taken away from you and watch all the people you love and care for die.

🇺🇸 Mr. Name doesn’t handle change very well. 🇧🇷 O Sr. Nome não lida bem com mudanças.

Ramleela (2013)

Tujh sang bair

lagaya aisa

Tujh sang bair

lagaya aisa

Raha na main phir

apne jaisa

Ho raha na main

phir apne jaisa

-Laal ishq (Arijit Singh)

Till Death Do Us Part

A Dr. Stone Zombie Apocalypse AU

Pairing: Senku Ishigami x Reader

Genre: Angst | Tragedy | Bittersweet Romance

Playlist: "Die With a Smile" – Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars

The world ended in a single breath.

A virus swept through civilization like wildfire, turning friends, family, and strangers alike into mindless, rotting creatures—walkers that hungered for flesh. It was a fate worse than death, a nightmare that never ended.

You were only fourteen when the virus struck.

The day the world crumbled, you stood beside your best friends—Senku, Taiju, and Yuzuriha—watching helplessly as everything fell apart. You remembered the screams, the chaos, the way society shattered like fragile glass.

You remembered how Byakuya Ishigami, Senku's father, the one who guided you to safety, succumbed to the infection. You remembered your own parents, their voices, their warmth—both ripped away by the disease.

By some cruel twist of fate, you and your friends survived. Not because you were lucky, but because of Senku.

It was his father's influence that gave you all a place to the base—a place fortified enough to keep the walkers out. It was Senku's relentless genius that gave you a purpose: to create a vaccine.

For years, he worked hard. he scavenged, researched, experimented.

Senku never stopped.

Even when you begged him to rest, even when he burned himself out, he refused. Because in Senku's mind, science was humanity’s last hope. And you—his best friend, his partner, the only one who could keep up with his brilliance—you stood by him through it all.

Until everything went to hell.

The vaccine was nearly complete. It lacked only one crucial material, a component that didn’t exist within the safety of the base.

So, you all left—a team of scientists and soldiers venturing into the ruins of the old world to retrieve it.

And one by one, you lost them.

Taiju—your brother in all but blood—was ripped apart protecting you. Yuzuriha—sweet, kind, full of hope—was devoured before your eyes.

And now, you and Senku were all that remained.

Blood stained his white coat as he held onto the finished vaccine formula, his breath ragged, his hands trembling.

You knew something was wrong.

You saw the way he gripped his left forearm, how his fingers trembled over a deep, festering bite wound.

No.

"Senku... tell me you didn’t—"

His ruby red eyes softened. The one you never seems to get tired of looking at. A small, tired smile played on his lips.

"Sorry, Y/N." His voice was hoarse. "Looks like I lost to the numbers game this time."

Your entire world shattered.

This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t real.

"Senku, no. You—You’re a scientist! You can—!" Your voice broke, hands clutching his arm as if you could stop the virus from spreading. "You can fix this, right? Tell me you can fix this!"

He exhaled slowly. "You know I can’t."

Tears blurred your vision. You shook your head violently, refusing to accept this.

"I won’t let you die," you choked out. "I won't let you turn into one of them."

Senku took your hand—his fingers were cold, weaker than ever before.

"Then you have to be the one to end it," he murmured.

Your breath hitched.

"Y/N, listen to me." His voice was steady, even as his body trembled. "This formula—this is it. This will save them. You have to take it back to the base."

He reached for your gun, pressing it into your shaking hands.

"And before I turn," he continued, "you need to—"

"NO!" Your scream echoed through the abandoned city.

You backed away, eyes wide with horror, shaking your head over and over.

You couldn’t do it.

You wouldn’t do it.

"You idiot," you whispered, voice breaking. "You think I could ever shoot you? You think I’d ever be able to pull the trigger?"

Senku exhaled a soft, bitter chuckle. "I had a feeling you'd say that."

He didn’t protest when you grabbed rope from your pack and tied him up, hands and feet restrained, his mouth gagged to keep him from biting.

Because if you couldn’t save him, if you couldn’t stop the inevitable—

You could at least keep him with you.

With the vaccine in your hands and Senku’s undead form tied to a leash, you returned to the base alone.

You can remeber it, when you were making the vaccine itself, how the light in Senku's eyes slowly dimmed and how he gave up to the virus, you can't take it, damn, you can't let him go.

The guards saw the state you were in—bloodied, hollow-eyed, barely able to stand—and rushed to meet you.

"Y/N—where’s the rest of the team?"

You didn’t answer.

You shoved the vaccine into their hands, voice hoarse.

"Take this. Give it to the higher-ups."

They hesitated. "Y/N, come inside please—"

"No."

Your grip tightened on the rope holding Senku. You turned away, ignoring their calls.

Your journey wasn’t over yet.

.

.

.

.

You walked for miles, dragging Senku’s reanimated body behind you.

And when the sun began to set, you finally reached that place.

The very spot where, years ago, Senku had successfully launched a that rocket into space, sending four tiny dolls—you, him, Taiju, and Yuzuriha—beyond the earth.

You remember being with him and Taiju while he asks for some advice, going as far as to send spam messages all over the world. You remeber helping him with his english grammars to properly message Dr. X, a NASA scientist who became Senku's mentor.

Your breath hitched.

You untied Senku’s restraints, leaving only the gag in place.

Slowly, hesitantly, you pulled him into a tight embrace, his decayed body stiff against yours.

Your fingers trembled as you ran them through his previoulsy white with green tips hair that seriously looks like a leek, now an ash-white color so dull and dirty you can't even see the green anymore, pressing your forehead against his.

Tears streamed down your face.

"You're probably scolding me right now, aren’t you?" you whispered.

Senku’s lifeless, ruby red eyes stared back at you.

You let out a broken laugh. "Calling me illogical, saying this is stupid, that I'm a total idiot—"

Your voice cracked.

"But Senku... you were always the logical one," you whispered. "So it’s my job to be the illogical one."

Your fingers brushed against your gun.

The gun you never used.

A memory surfaced—a flashback, a quiet promise you had made years ago.

"If you die, Senku... I’ll follow."

"Tch. That’s dumb, Y/N. You should keep living."

"There's no way I can do that... no... I know for a fact that I can't... there's no point in it"

"Y/N—"

"Till death do us part, Senku."

You reached for the gag, voice trembling.

"I love you," you whispered. "And if I have to become a monster to be with you—"

You pulled the gag free.

"Then so be it."

His teeth sank into your flesh.

You didn’t scream.

You didn’t fight.

You simply held him tighter, letting the infection take you, letting the world fade into darkness.

Because in the end—

You had promised.

" Till death do us part. I love You Senku Ishigami "

" Thats seriously 10 billion percent illogical... "

" Just say it back you leek... "

"... i love you too, (L/n) (Y/n) ....

Till death do us part".

~END

My first Art Fight of 2024, I can't wait til July of this year! In order, each OC belongs to MagicalMeow, Hufflepup, TiniChild, (left) Voorheez / (right) Mine, Rediuv, and Stwah! Which one is your favorite?

Why are they fighting?

Why are they fighting? Don’t they know there’s no tomorrow? It’s agonizing how we’re wasting our last breath Showing no glimpse of waking up before we will forever rest.

Why are they hating? Don’t they know love’s dead already? You ripped our hearts apart and threw the corpses away Pieces of us are now floating, we’ve been destroyed.

They prayed for peace once upon a time Today they’re holding the guns Pointing at all the past mistakes When only the present can save us.

I wonder when enough will be enough To understand all that we already know To open our eyes and see what we’ve thrown away And how we’ve turned the earth into a war zone.

It’s over now, the world is empty No residual signs left to repress The sky has fallen, we’re no one now Look what you did to us!

~ A. A. Roman

It all feels the same

I loathe Heroine.

I loathed her ever since the first time I saw her. From the very first flashy, dumb grin she flashed at me.

I loathe the littered freckles on her cheeks and the red, long scar that went over her jawline. The dark circles under her eyes and her forever messy curly hair.

I loathe her stubbornness. How she shows up every day. How she manages to get up every time. How convinced she is that her actions truly matter. How she fights for each pathetic person, as if each and every soul was so precious to her.

I loathe the way she pretends. Pretends to be confident. Pretends to be in control. Even when she is hurt and anxious and so obviously tired. How she comforts every victim, when she can barely calm herself. How she smiles softly, even at me. As if I were that easy to fool.

I hate her for rescuing me. 

She threw herself into the water. She pulled me up to the shore. She stayed until I sat steadily. Then she left. Not even giving a demand or a price or a reason.

I hate how she laughs at my jokes. As if we were friends. As if I actually make her smile.

I hate her most when it’s just the two of us. Hate how calm she gets. Hate how much she underestimates me. How calmer she gets.

And I was angry when I found her lying in the cold. Angry at her recklessness and bravery and passion, that forced her to never back down. Angry that I had to drag her out of there. That she used me for warmth. That she looked so comfortable. 

I get angry when she doubts herself. 

Because I know just how harder my life has been ever since she came to it. I know how kind she is in her greatest victories, I know how purposeful she is in her darkest hours, I know her better than everyone.

I was angry at her lover the moment I met her.

Angry at this feeble, laughable, fool who seemed to think she deserves Heroine. I got furious when she approached me. The idiot smiled and offered her hand.

I pushed it right away. I shoved her past me and wanted to walk away, to wait until she realizes just how useless she is to everyone. Wait until she leaves my and Heroine’s life. 

But she dared to keep talking. Dared to say she understands me. Dared to say Heroine’s name.

I lashed out at her. 

I yelled that she has no right to tell me about Heroine. That she’ll never know Heroine like I do.  That she is just lonely and desperate enough for Heroine to pity. That she would never truly love her.

I was pulled to the ground, and saw Heroine above me.

I could barely recognize her face. There was so much loathe and hatred and anger in her stare. I never saw her like this, not when she fought the worst of villains, not in the most stressful situations and not when I was in danger.

She told me to stay away from her lover.  That otherwise she will kill me.  That she doesn’t want to see me ever again.

She only stopped when my eyes started to water. I couldn't tell anymore what expression she wore, but I saw her leaving.  Panic rose through me, and I called her name. Begging her to stay.

She looked back at me, and for the last time, I saw her clearly. There was no malice nor pity in her eyes. Only disgust.

I loathed myself ever since.

I really hate Hylia. My dislike will suffocate her, I swear.

my bike of ten years got stolen yesterday</3

but today i got to hang with my friend's baby goats while eating banana bread, so a successful weekend overall:')

Gave them ice cream

The shadows of Tragedy of Macbeth

THE IMPOSSIBLE

by davilovesty aka impackinapiece

@ronenstrand

CHAPTER 1 is now posted!

Recently married, TK and Carlos embark on a romantic honeymoon, filled with excitement and love as they explore a beautiful tropical paradise. Just when their blissful adventure seems to be at its peak, an unforeseen tragedy occurs, sweeping through the serenity of their escape and ultimately tearing them apart. As the sun sets on their idyllic escape, the question lingers: will they navigate the challenges that fate has thrown at them and reunite, or will this separation become a permanent chapter in their love story?