Person A: AHAHAHA! I WILL DESTROY THE NINE REALMS! THEN BECOME AN ULTIMATE GOD!

I love these messed up yet deadly adorable batch of siblings!

THE HARGREEVES SIBLINGS IN SEASON TWO ↪ “I love this family.”

“So…what do you do on your spare time?”

“I summon the great eldritch beings of Ramusthæ so they heed my beck and call.”

“Cool! I just play a lot of games on my switch, are you familiar with THE Super Mario?”

…later

“HEY! Hey! Come sit with me at lunch!?”

“…sure?”

“Hey! Want do you have for lunch?”

“Tuna sandwich, my mother packed it for me.”

“Oh that’s cool! I wish my mom packed my lunch, she says I have to be a BIG BOY now or whatever- HOLY MOTHER OF CHEEZITS IT HAS EYES-“

“The tuna back home comes in all sorts of shapes and sizes…I shall show you my favourite sometime.”

“Awww that would be awesome!”

Later later…

“Hey, I have a question?”

“Yeah?”

“Why do you spell with symbols? I noticed that at lunch you were writing in some kind of code…is that code?”

“Ah ha, no. I mastered most languages including English, Spanish, Latin and Eldritch but I can’t seem to wrap my head around spelling English, so I’m just writing in what I’m most comfortable in.”

“OOOOH THATS COOL! I can help you with the English! I’m pretty good at English and stuff so I can teach you what I can!”

“…thank you.”

LATER LATER LATER…

HI KIDDO! HOW WAS SCHOOL TODAY?

It was…nice…I made a friend today

WHY THATS WONDERFUL! I TOLD YOU THAT THE HUMAN WORLD, THOUGH DUMB AT TIMES CAN BE WORTH IT FOR THAT ONE PAL!

Yeah yeah yeah…I guess I stand corrected.

You were abandoned by your parents as a baby. An eldritch being sees you and adopts you. You are taught about higher dimensions and arcane magic. But things change when your eldritch parent insists you go to a human school to experience a normal life.

AHHHHHH MY EXCITEMENT!!

🤧🥺🥺💖

I’m tired.

Why?

Because of existing.

The 70 year old man is not surprised by the reactions but rather amused.

As he took a seat at the most sacred table of assassins he looked not at the other lesser assassins but only looked straight at the head mancho himself, Brutus Kong.

Brutus Kong was a big burly man who wore a black fukumen. The only thing visible were his eyes, which were abnormal compared to anyone else eyes to say the least. When the old man looked straight into Brutus Kongs eyes mostly everyone assumed Brutus would tell him to buzz off.

But the ones that truly knew him knew what he was about to do. Brutus then stood up and walked towards the man, their eyes never faltering from one another’s gaze then when the mighty assassin was in front of the old man he only bowed his head and said words no one expected...

“Welcome Sensei, I’m glad you could make it here...shall we begin?”

Everyone’s gazed turned back to the old man who only smiled at Brutus and spoke lightly towards all.

“We shall, let us begin why we are all here today...”

He then all of sudden jumped onto the sacred table pulling out a blade of amber.

“Let us see who will see the gods today”

In all but what seemed to be one measly second all of the assassins were down on the ground. Dead.

Only leaving three alive. Brutus. The old man and most importantly...the chosen one.

Once a year, the best assassins meet in a secret location. Showing their best kills, everyone is surprised when they see a 70 year old man walk in.

“Yeah I know…but within those two years you kept trying to kill me.”

“I mean YEAH! That’s the gig of being a bad guy, Darlin!”

“AYE! You ain’t there yet bud! You didn’t even ask me out!”

“…so…want to go out for dinner tonight?”

“I-I wow-“

“Smooth, ain’t i? Wait why do have a gUN-“

“did you not see i was flirting with you? at all?!”

“to be fair, you are very hard to read,”

“it’s been two years!”

It’s frustrating when your parents just don’t listen. It’s upsetting at the fact that one doesn’t seem to care about who you choose to be.

I am not the child. I am not the child anymore, the child doesn’t need you anymore, I am the young adult that needs you. I am just confused on what to do as someone who wants to be seen as…them. I feel alone and yet I have those that love and care about me.

I don’t want to give up. I went through too much shit to just give up. I have too many things I want to do.

I want to see the snowy tundra.

I want to feel the warm sands of the beach.

I want to be engulfed by the salty waters of the sea and brushed by the branches of the green.

I want to see my friends smile & laugh.

I want to watch my favourite movie.

I want to listen to my favourite songs.

I want to smell & taste my favourite foods.

I want to live. I want to create.

I am not gonna die. I won’t die.

I am a knight who has seen & been through shit. I am not giving up!

I will not give up!

I will live. No matter what.

Hello, Ladies, Gents and Non-Binary Pals! ✨🏳️‍🌈HAPPY PRIDE MONTH🏳️‍🌈✨

It’s like any other month but WAYYYYYY more colourful!

I hope ya’ll have a fantastic pride month and remember people, you don’t have to do anything BIG just be yourself and just try relax every now and then CAUSE YOU DESERVE IT!!

HAVE FUN!! DON’T BLOW UP ANYTHING!✨🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️✨

Her delicate hand touched my cheek.

I flinch and move away to the corner.

I look up at this goddess, wondering what the hell she wanted.

As I flinched her hand coiled to her chest, her flowing orange hair and her glistening blue eyes face me.

She looked disappointed at my reaction.

I try give her my fiercest gaze and turn my eyes away from her, can she just leave me alone already?

I heard her soft footsteps come closer towards my direction but then they stop.

She’s hesitant.

I look back up at her, ignoring her elegant dressing and what she had in her other hand to her blue eyes.

It was a mixed of “should I?” And doubt. I seen those eyes before so many times, in my friends eyes, my mothers eyes...and my dads eyes.

They all were hesitant. To me. The runt, the fowl creature. The dirty dog.

I was better off alone. So no one could ever hurt me.

No one can give me that disappointed gaze.

When I looked up at her again, I noticed now...that she was gone.

Leaving behind a basket.

I sigh, like everyone else she left.

At least she gave me a basket...or goodies I hope?

Then again she looked like high nobility or something maybe there was gold or-

What in the world?

What is this? A trick?

...May this continue soon.

Cotton Filled Ears

The person who has been with me thick and thin.

The person who loved me when I don’t feel loved.

The person who gave me life.

Is the person who deserves my upmost loyalty.

And yet…something about you changed.

Your eyes are the same ivy green gaze.

Your voice is still as powerful as the unshakable gods above.

Your ears are able to hear my song.

Yet, when I am distressed at the man you call husband.

All I get is numb green eyes.

A voice of uncertainty.

And cotton filled ears.

LISTEN TO ME! JUST PLEASE LISTEN TO ME! LISTEN!

I JUST WANT YOU TO LISTEN! WHY CAN’T YOU LISTEN?!

WHY CAN’T YOU SEE MY SOUL I BEAR TO YOU?!

WHY. Why must I suffer alone? I don’t want to be alone.

Not again…why am I alone? Why do I feel so…

Am I doomed to venture in this alone?

Can’t I get help for this pain?

The answers…are yes.

It’s hard. It’s fucking hard to venture into the unknown pain alone.

But I have survived worse.

I WILL TAKE DOWN THIS PAIN.

Go away you cotton eared creature.

Go away broken souled husband.

I want my mother back.

I want my peace back.

For I am….a knight.