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ATTORNEY.

✲ || ＂YOU AREN’T ON trial yet— that’s something we would like to avoid. So take a breath for me alright, as much as it doesn’t seem like it I’m on your side first & foremost.＂

❝ innocent until proven guilty, right? yeah... somehow i feel like that won’t apply to WITCHES. ❞ prue wrung her hands, idly picking at the skin on her nails before glancing at the time. ❝ um, i’m sorry --- but if we aren’t on trial, then why do i need an attorney? ❞

#nathdar #[ P. ] Deαтн dιdɴ’т ѕтop мe тнeɴ.#( ic. )

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the softest palms that never want to touch you until after a bottle of wine. / “ just braid your hair if you won’t brush it, at least, you useless girl. ” / pulling on your skirt with one hand as you shuffle away. / “ you’ll get it done before the day is up. ” / guilt that isn’t yours to have. / it’s a crooked game, but it’s the only one in town. / chains. “ how could you do this to me? ” / the sharp sting of guilt. / you feel something even though you’re paid to do the opposite. / the family you never had. / falling backwards through time. /quicksand. / drowning, but you don’t save yourself. / “ you’re getting better. ” / “ they smile like a snake.”/ you’re the stars and the sky. / there’s a part of you that couldn’t stay away even if you were forced to. / they are your wings, there’s no doubt there. / “ let’s take off somewhere. let’s fly. ” / you edge a bit too close to the sun. / another ghost to take your place after every stumble. / deep roots in the ground slashed open in the sun. / rock candy melting in water. / waves rise and leave the foam behind. / the precipice you call home has a tip you’ll reach eventually. / happiness is the best front a man can take. / “ i’ve never seen someone as beautiful as you before. ” / you disagree; they’re more beautiful. / discomfort at the tiniest of touches. / the sky opens up when you see them. / rain comes down. / poppy fields. / your sanity hanging by a thread. / “ oh god, what have you done? ” / roommates weren’t supposed to be the smartest ones of all. / they’ve got a devil on their shoulder and an angel in their mind. / you try to help, but it only got worse. / now they’re dead, it’s all your fault. / adam & eve in the garden. / a temptress in crisp button-downs. / “ fuck, you’ve gone off the deep end, haven’t you? ” / they lie so perfectly you almost forget yourself. / the spark that lit the kindling on your funeral pyre. / sugar and spice and a taste for the dark side. / yves saint laurent black opium on your pillow, a scented cloud drifting behind you like a cape. / crisp green apples piled up on the table. / your shoes are sharp, but your wit is even sharper. / what a pretty one, they say. / you laugh without humor. / a soft, hollow spot sits in your chest. / there’s a place you’ll never leave no matter who tries to stop you. / the seat of power fits like a glove. / heavy is the head that wears the crown. / you share a space, but not a mind./ they think you are weak; you are, maybe. / “ what are you going to do with all of these pills? ” / an empty bird’s nest. / broken pencil tips. / there’s an empty paper in front of you that you’ll never fill. / “ we want you to succeed. i hope you can grasp that. ” /“ they weren’t there when it happened. ” / corruption. / there’s a red string tying you together. / the scent of whiskey on the horizon. / “ you’re the best friend i’ve ever had. ” / pink tipped fingers lock in secrecy. / 99 red balloons drifting through a hazy sky. / you try to lift your head up, but it’s so much effort. / always walking on sunshine. / there’s a million reasons to come down from the clouds, but you can’t be bothered. / loon is the word of the day. / hair twisted up with glitter butterfly clips like a haphazard mobile. / you drift, but you know where you’re going. / no one has any dirt on you because you’re infinitely spotless. / the empty side of your bed they crawled into when they were nine. /court hearings. / “ I miss you. ” / siblings are a funny thing. / they point out every family-shaped hole in every picture on the mantelpiece. / ivy infiltrating an empty, corroded church. / proud marble busts faceless & crumbling: a proud mirror to your waning sanity. / you will do anything to keep them. tear apart the world, mass murder: all that matters is that you’re together.

tagging: @scindeva, @blackpanthcr, whoever else / tagged by: @devilsuited

#( headcanon. )#long post tw #long post cw

PAIGE.

❝ WH– oh, no– no demons here. Not today anyway. ❞

She should’ve expected the question, really, and yet she’s a little taken aback by it. Of all the people to call Prue across the divide – it was Paige; not Phoebe, not Piper. Paige. And even she, to some degree, has to question that. Why hadn’t this been done until now? She’d heard that it was best not to call her years ago because of her ill-coping of her… passing, but surely it’s been too long now.

And for all that time, it’s not a sister that she knew who finally did it. ( Hopefully she wasn’t offended. Great first impression, Paige. )

❝ I guess…I just wanted to meet you. It… felt a little overdue.❞

❝ ...RIGHT. so, um. you’re paige. got it. ❞ prue tipped her head to the side, flipping back strands of long, black hair to settle behind her shoulder. this was a little like astral projection in a way, she guessed. but she felt completely out of place. it wasn’t that she didn’t WANT to meet paige. why wouldn’t she? this was her SISTER. she probably would have loved the girl in life. they were so similar. so nearly identical and completely different all the same. maybe that’s why she had been such a suitable r e p l a c e m e n t.

deep breaths. she shook her hands in front of her twice, reaching up to hold her temple.

❝ sorry --this is... awkward. i’m not really sure where to BEGIN. ❞

#whitelighted #( AU. ghost )#( ignoring canon bc fuck me )

NATASHA.

❝ I’M NOT IN A HURRY. ❞ there’s a smile that shapes those lips as she leans against the counter, arms & ankles crossed until she pushes herself off to assist the other. ❝ NATASHA. sorry, i didn’t introduce myself very well. ❞ force of habit —- can’t say she isn’t used to people knowing the name that goes with her face. regardless, she does as requested, wasting little time in grabbing the jar & unscrewing the lid enough for the other’s ease.

another moment, & natasha returns to the position she’d been in previously. she watches with interest – a lifted brow, bright eyes – as the other woman works, though takes little care to commit what she does to memory.

❝ YOU’D BE SURPRISED at how many of us don’t go with the flow. ❞ ‘superhero‘. odd. never quite liked the description. ❝ we all do what we can. ❞

brown eyes glanced up from the cutting board she’d laid out, hand curled around the handle of a plastic potato peeler while the other reached for the mason jar. it was more than RARE to have a guest in their home that both wasn’t a witch and knew what they were. ❝ NATASHA. right. sorry about that... ❞

prue started skinning the bulbous root of its skin, brushing off the dirty peelings into a small waste basket that piper had put near the sink. she feels those russian eyes upon her, EMERALD POOLS of glittering intellect that seem to memorize all that she does. ––– ❝ i doubt that the things you fight off end up a pile of ash on your living room floor, ❞ she said, ❝ what is it that you do, exactly? ❞

#viiduam #[ P. ] Deαтн dιdɴ’т ѕтop мe тнeɴ.#( ic. )

PHOEBE.

the youngest halliwell knew that getting prue to see the side of cole that she saw was almost impossible, and she also knew how protective prue could be towards her. yet, phoebe had a glimmer of hope that prue would eventually see what phoebe saw in the man that she loved. while he was a demon, he was trying to change his ways ; that he wasn’t evil anymore. ‘ i love him, prue. he’s done horrible things, yes. but, he wants to become a better person. ‘ a beat. ‘ he loves me and anyone capable of love is capable of being saved. ‘

❝ what if he’s not? ❞ prue pressed the issue. getting phoebe to see the bigger picture was the only thing that mattered, and sometimes being a big sister meant crashing down on pipe-dreams with cold, hard reality. ❝ how many times did he say he loved you while he was trying to kill us? it’s not just you he targeted, phoebe. he went after all of us. ❞ she paused, picking at the cuticle on her index finger. why did this have to be so frustratingly hard?

❝ i don’t want to see you get hurt again... or killed. ❞

#phoebehalliwcll #( 1. ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴇᴛ ᴜs ғʀᴇᴇ )

caafunee

You say that I have a bad attitude. Guess what? My attitude is a result of your actions. Change your actions and I will change my attitude.

Ruchir Patel

#[ ( PRUE.) ι αм вιттerɴeѕѕ αɴd cold; ]#[ ( COLE.) we cαɴ'т тrυѕт нιм we ɴever coυld. ]

COLE.

growing up, his bedtime stories talked more of the source & his absolute power, or the thrill of slashing throats: he never had time for aesop’s fables, or whatever the hell she’s using as a comparison.

cole ignores the wooden spoon entirely, merely thankful she didn’t whack either of his hands.

“ garden snakes aren’t poisonous, ” he tries, hoping if only for a moment that they’re finally getting somewhere. maybe a snake bite hurts (he tends to kill the things which bite him) but – it’s not always fatal. maybe he’s a SNAKE in her eyes, but he’s already pledged to never use his demonic powers again. saving phoebe doesn’t count.

“ and again, if saving your sister still doesn’t make you not regret VANQUISHING me, then i’m running out of ideas here. ” it’s not like leo volunteered to orb to a parallel plane when piper’s baby sister was bleeding on their couch.

“ listen, i never knew what it meant to be HUMAN, really human, before i met phoebe. are you saying it’s my fault i was raised by a demon, the same one who murdered my father? ” which had been his mother, unfortunately. benjamin turner perished after being struck by a high-voltage energy ball, before he even knew what magic was. “ i didn’t – i didn’t know. and if i could go back and save all the innocents BELTHAZOR ever killed, whether or not that would make you trust me, i would. ”

or so he’d like her to believe. it’s not even that he’s aiming to deceive her, but more like going back and saving all his countless victims would do irreparable damage to the world as they know it. sure, going back in time in an attempt to kidnap the newborn MELINDA WARREN & raise her as he himself was raised (to embrace dark magic) was one thing. that was the big leagues. but now he’s batting for the other team – prue’s team.

❝ that. isn’t the point. ❞ this wasn’t about to erupt into an argument over whether a poisonous snake would be worse or not. that went so far beyond the point of her statement that it was practically looking for a fight.

Prue turns down the fire underneath that teflon pot, moving to reach for a few of the remaining glass bottles on the top of the fridge. they varied in size, gathered from different yard sales and junk stores that sold them for under a dollar. once her fingers snagged one by the rim, she returned to the potion to begin ladling. she was almost tempted to ‘drop’ some on him, just to see what would HAPPEN.

❝ why are you so concerned with getting me to trust you? last time i checked, it was PHOEBE you were dating, and she doesn’t exactly seem convinced either. maybe you should work on that instead of arguing with me over a pot of... whatever this is supposed to be. ❞ her free hand snatched the crumped up list of ingredients that piper had written out, reading over the hastily scribbled ‘warlock’ at the top of the margin. raising her eyebrows with a shake of her head, she continues in a weary tone: ❝ last i checked, cole turner and belthazor are the SAME thing. ---just because piper turns into a wendigo or phoebe a banshee, that doesn’t make them any less of who they are. ❞

she turns to look at him long and hard, lips pursing into a thin line. FEW PEOPLE could make her as irate as Cole. part of her had to wonder if he had anything to do with Andy, too. she wouldn’t ask. she didn’t want to know. but if cole had anything to do with the SOURCE who sent those demons after them, then he was just as evil to her. the thought made her face heat up, made her knuckles turn white, and she took it out on the cotton dishtowel she was strangling drying her hands on.

❝ i. can’t fight with you right now. i have a demon to find. ---just know that if you betray us again? i’ll cut off a lot more than a piece of skin. ❞

#devilsuited #( 1. ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴇᴛ ᴜs ғʀᴇᴇ )#( gdi cole )#( UR MAKIN ME ANGRY )

@maliitiosi <3′d

❝ i thought that vampires, ❞ both hands clapped together out of nervousness, fingers lacing together in front of her, ❝ drank blood in underground cemeteries. not that they visited, um, occult... shops. --- are you going to LEAVE or do i have to help you? ❞

#maliitiosi #[ P. ] Deαтн dιdɴ’т ѕтop мe тнeɴ.

What if EVIL doesn't really exist? What if evil is something dreamed up by men, and there is nothing to struggle against except out own limitations? The constant battle between our will, our desires, and our choices? What if some day or night A DEMON were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: 'This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more' ... Would you not throw yourself down and GNASH YOUR TEETH and CURSE the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him: “ You are A GOD and never have I heard anything more D I V I N E. "

#( PROMO: those whom are worth the risk. )#( just finished up this request )#( YO GUYS THO FOLLOW MY COLE OK )#gif warning #epilepsy warning #marvelrp #marvel rp #dceurp #dceu rp #mcurp #spnrp

PRUE’S REINCARNATION ARC; { VERSE: Death didn’t stop me then. } This will be this blog’s new MAIN VERSE.

this part of the comics is extremely important, leading into the reunion of prue and her sisters piper, phoebe and paige. she takes control of a dead witch named Patience, eventually gaining full bodily control of her motor systems by the end of the series. The girls’ mother and grandmother inform the Charmed Ones that Prue’s soul has passed over and that she has moved on from life-- but this is a lie, and Prue’s soul remains active at unrest from her violent death. Irony comes to the rescue of this series in the fact that the man who helps to bring her back to her sisters is ultimately responsible for her death; the half-demon COLE TURNER. She fled to a distant part of the Astral Plane, and later took over the body of Patience, who had had her soul taken and was permanently comatose. She reaffirms her desire to remain away from her sisters to limit her impact on their powers, as it is stated that her existence drains the power of three. Cole explains that Prue has to let go of her connection to her sisters, and she willingly strips herself of her Charmed One powers. Retaining basic witch powers, she returns to Salem to train new witches.

In this specific canon divergence, Prue will not be taking over the body of Patience, but rather her own body. Going off of a divergent line that Leo was able to heal her body, but not save her soul, Prue does indeed hang out in the astral plane. However, it is after the demon-attacked funeral procession that Prue re-enters her own body and leaves before being put into the mausoleum. Thinking that she will be doing her sister’s a favor, she flees and ‘breaks’ the tradition of the power of three, doing what she can to help budding witches throughout San Francisco and later in Salem. When she is found by the returned Cole Turner, she is contemptuous and angry for being approached, but her powers are still not fully returned and her bodily control is not completely repaired. She reaffirms her desire to remain away from her sisters to limit her impact on their powers, but despite her efforts and Cole's promise not to tell her sisters, Prue is discovered by Paige, and ultimately reunited with Piper and Phoebe. Stripped of her powers as one of the CHARMED ONES, she retains the abilities to astral project and telekinesis, as well as the ability to cast self-made spells and create potions.

In Salem, she lives in a small home on Beach Avenue with bright blue siding and a wide, wrap-around front porch. Keeping mostly to herself, she dedicates her life to teaching young witches and helping innocents in the small town in Massachusetts. Still speaking with her sister’s by phone and email, she also keeps a surprisingly close friendship with Cole Turner ( who, in comic-canon, lives in salem as well as the self-proclaimed mayor of being dead. ) and works as the owner of a metaphysical shop on Essex Street.

#( headcanon. )#( canon divergence ; )

lifeinpoetry

I know better than anyone that I’m more accustomed / to holding a knife / than holding someone’s hand.

Meggie Royer, from “Psych Ward Lover,” Potions for Witches the Boys Couldn’t Burn (via lifeinpoetry)

#( MUSINGS. )

whitewolfofwinterfell

Charmed Appreciation Week - Day 1: Favourite character → Prue Halliwell

Rules are meant to be broken.

#( GALLERY. )#gif warning;

COLE.

“ you want a reason, but won’t give me a chance: aren’t you supposed to be the rational one? ” a question spilling forth in mild disbelief, but also a twisted sort of confidence – he’s done his research, and knows more about the sisters than either side will ever openly admit.

back when he served the triad, phoebe was his target, because she’d been the black sheep of the dwindling halliwell line. the rebellious sister, the one with her heart pinned sloppily on her sleeve. but she’d been so much more; through the youngest sister, he rediscovered his humanity, his ability to love. he killed the triad, fled from the source, and suppressed his demonic powers.

doesn’t that count for something?

“ i tried to kill you, past tense. but i think i proved something when i helped you save your sister’s life, even though both of us could’ve been trapped forever in a TIME-LOOP. ” seven hells, this is infuriating. “ i try apologizing, but that’s not good enough, and i’ve risked my life to keep you safe! so – what kind of reason are you looking for, exactly? ”

why the HELL should she trust him? he’s done nothing but throw them loop after loop in their venture against the demonic entities that tried to DESTROY them. he’d acted as a bloodthirsty DOG and went after the weakest in the pack, snagging his jagged fangs into her arm and tearing her down. but prudence is no weakened gazelle in need of rescuing; SHE IS A LIONESS who protects her own. and her claws would embed into his wolfen pelt if the time so came.

a sudden FWAP is heard on the kitchen counter, wooden spook colliding with and nearly breaking on the granite surface. “ a kid reaches out to touch a garden snake and gets bit. his ...parents. they teach him not to. but--- whose fault is it when he reaches out again? ″ how dare he. how dare he stand in THEIR HOME and preach to her about why she --- who busts her ASS on a daily basis to protect innocent lives from people like HIM --- should t r u s t a demon.

“ i don’t want your apologies. i don’t know. i guess one that ...doesn’t make me r e g r e t not vanquishing you when i had the chance. ...the only reason you’re standing in our kitchen right now is because of phoebe, and even that might be wearing a little thin. ″

#devilsuited #( 1. ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴇᴛ ᴜs ғʀᴇᴇ )#( ok now maybe bed )

COLE.

countless witches and innocents has his demonic side ripped apart (claws piercing tender mortal flesh, palms slick with blood) and yet a SISTER’S unforgiving tone brings cole to a pause. a scoff escapes him, launched in her direction, before he leans forward with both hands braced upon the counter-top. easily his larger frame looms over her, the witch & her pungent brew, as he’s in no mood to be ignored.

“ and what makes you think i’ll never change, prue? ” comes his first parry. once a demon – “ if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you’re being racist. ” (he doesn’t.)

shifting his weight, he reaches up to scratch uneasily at the bare skin at the back of his neck. her words in the saloon, while some poor bastard burned alive across the room, still haunt him. and so does his past, because for once – for once – he’s trying to embrace his human side.

“ is it too much to ask that you at least trust your SISTER? ”

“ because demons don’t CHANGE, cole. people who MURDER innocent people don’t change. and they deserve what they get. ″ perhaps that was a touch more VENOMOUS than she would have liked, but nothing would excuse his betrayal, her sister’s lies. phoebe had only just earned back prue’s trust after years of separation-- she on the east coast and prue exactly where she OUGHT to be, taking care of a family heirloom that was larger than life. that was her job. SHE was the older sister. it was her JOB to take care of what was left behind. it always had been.

“ no. unfortunately, i can’t. because she lied to me, TO US, to protect you. after you, what, um, tried to kill us? that’s not really something i just get over. ″ prue looked up from what she was stirring, the potion’s potency irritating the corners of her eyes and turning them red. –– “ you really want me to trust you? ″ she began, “ give me a REASON to. ″

#devilsuited #( 1. ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴇᴛ ᴜs ғʀᴇᴇ )#( cole literally go sit on a rock and slip >: ( )

@walkitcff <3′d

“ those same people that call you a superhero would want to burn me at the stake if they found out what i was. ″ Prue’s tone is laced with unsavoured BITTERNESS, and she turns a page in the old, paper-back book that sits on her lap. she isn’t reading it, but rather she is straightening out the dog-eared pages and smoothing out the wrinkles. anything to keep her from picking at her cuticles. “ doesn’t it BOTHER you, that they act like there’s a division between us all? that... um, that some people are demonized for being... different? that they act like they own you? ″

#walkitcff #( 1. ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴇᴛ ᴜs ғʀᴇᴇ )

@devilsuited ; <3′d

“ uh, what makes you think we’re going to trust you again? ″ Prue’s line of sight shifts to the pot she stirs, the wooden spoon stiff, rough and SPLINTERED to her calloused hands. the scent of saffron and black truffle wafts through the air, burning the inside of her nostrils with pungency. “ PHOEBE might always be willing to give you another chance, but i’m not. I’m not that forgiving. You shouldn’t be, either. ″

#devilsuited #( 1. ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴇᴛ ᴜs ғʀᴇᴇ )

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