I love that the witches in Apocalypse on the literal definition of misandrist and proud lol

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I love that the witches in Apocalypse on the literal definition of misandrist and proud lol

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Honestly I love Coco. Like even when sheâs super self-depreciating and unsure about joining the coven, sheâs like...immediately nice to Mallory. And then once she gets a little support and genuine friendship from the coven she totally blossoms and is so determined to do her best for everyone.
It really is a shame that her best, according to Cordelia, is being used as bait for Mrs. Mead đ
Vengeance
NOT MICHAEL X MALLORY!!!!!!Â
Summary: Mallory has served her time as Supreme and as once sentence ends another begins as she finally arrives in hell. But things arenât how she expected, thereâs an old enemy waiting for her.
Warning: Swearing!Â
A/N: I was blessed with this idea a while back, thank you to whoever requested this I love it! I repeat this is not a drabble shipping them! Itâs an exploration of two rivals meeting for one final time, the Michael and Mallory moment we never really got.Â
I donât remember dying, but when I wake I know for a fact that I am dead. I only visited hell twice in my life and that was when I brought John-Henry back and when I died from that poisoned apple, but I remember the feeling of my skin constantly pricking and the voice just behind my ear that used to whisper that I didnât belong there.Â
Thereâs no voice anymore.
Iâm sitting in a room covered from floor to ceiling with black tiles, thereâs an administration desk to the right also black, which seats a figure Iâve heard of, but never had a reason to call upon during my reign as Supreme.Â
Papa Legba nods his head in greeting, âSo the great Supreme is finally dead.âÂ
He rises to greet me, even offering me his hand. I take it, âHello Papa, I assume this is hell?â
âThe gateway to it, yes.â He reveals, âYou are lucky to be here. Most souls have no knowledge they are in hell, but you have always been different have you not?â
That is true, my differences have always made me the Ugly Duckling, âI know why Iâm here.â Iâm not going to show any weakness in front of a Loba, Cordelia taught me better than that. âI know all witches go to hell.â
âYou are here because of the choices and decisions you made throughout your life.â Papa reveals, âYou did some nasty things as Supreme, Mallory.â
âHeavy is the head that wears the crown.â I quote and Papa Legbaâs golden teeth shine.Â
âThis way.â
Iâm lead down a corridor still of black tile but there are braziers sunk into the walls. Itâs all very hellish to me, the fired tamed and flickering, casting nightmarish shadows everywhere like a promise of whatâs to come. âWhy all this set up?â I ask, unable to contain myself any longer. âMadison said when she died she was stuck in her own version of hell right away. There was none of thisâŠâ I canât describe what it is thatâs going on, âThis procedure.â
A bark of laughter escapes Papa, âYou are here because he wishes to speak with you before you are sent off.â
I havenât felt fear in a long time. Being the Supreme gave me a kind of resilience to the idea of death because it was eventful and my life had dangled on a string for so long, but the idea of coming face to face with Satan himself after what I had done was terrifying. I swallow down my nerves as we enter a throne room. This is grandiose and all for show. Fire pits sizzle from the doorway leading right up to the throne, a plush red carpet with intricate black and gold designs cushion my feet as I walk. I canât make out who is seated in the throne, but there is someone there, their aura of sheer darkness calling to me. It beckons me with a taste of something so familiar, a rotting scent Iâve only ever smelled on one person before.
âWell, well, well.â His voice is smooth and just as beautiful as the rest of him, âI have waited a very long time to see you again, Mallory.â
I was afraid, now Iâm completely immobile. Papa Legbaâs hand rests on the small of my back, he pushes me forwards and presents me before his boss, âAs you requested, sir.â
âYou may leave.â Michael Langdon commands, tossing his golden hair over a shoulder, his hand flexing elegantly on the armrest of his throne. Heâs hiding his anxiety well, casting what appears to be a bored eye over me. Langdon slouches in his throne, as if itâs such a tough life, residing over Hell. But I can see how tightly strung he is, how heâs waited for this day ever since I killed him.
This is Michaelâs vengeance.
âFinally had the life sucked out of you.â He observes, âI hope it was painful.â
âI died surrounded by my sisters.â I reply, knowing itâs going to piss him off even further. âI died in the arms of those who loved me.â
Michaelâs hand twitches, the rings on his fingers glinting darkly. He doesnât say anything, leaning forwards to get a better look at me, âHow idyllic.âÂ
âBetter than being roadkill.â
He stands and the fire pits surge with his anger. I instinctively try to use my magic but I have none whatsoever, Michael recognises my stance however and a low chuckle echoes around the throne room, âOh I remember our little spat back at the Outpost. I remember everything Mallory.âÂ
âYou mean the Hawthorne Academy?â I challenge, âBecause the Outposts never happened. I killed you.â
Thereâs a dreadful silence where Michael just observes me. His finger runs over his lip and then he deposits himself neatly back in his throne, âDid you enjoy killing me? Did you find satisfaction in watching my body crack and break under that car?â And just like that I feel like nothing has changed. I am once again answering Michael Langdon feeling lower than an ant he could smash at any moment, âYou are lower than an ant.â He says and my eyes jump to meet his.Â
So he could read minds.
âOnly when I want to.â Michael answers, âUsually peopleâs thoughts are disgusting. I learned at a young age not to go there too often.â His eyes travel over my black ensemble, âThey are so base, full of wanton desires, thirsting for what they can never have-â
I cut him off, âIf you are going to send me to my eternal hell then do so.âÂ
âYouâve aged horribly.âÂ
Itâs a low blow, but I find my fists clenching at his rudeness. âAlways a child.â I fire back, âItâs almost comforting to see that some things never change.â
âYou amuse me, Mallory.â Michael says, âYouâre as pathetic as your Coven and I am going to greatly enjoy watching you suffer for all time.â
âThen why arenât you?â The spark of curiosity is evident in my voice and Michaelâs eyes narrow. âYou failed your father.â I press, âYou caused the apocalypse yes, but you also died before you could remake the world. Why arenât you paying the price too?â
âWhat makes you think I didnât?â
Itâs no the answer I was expecting. I catch the hurt lance across Michaelâs eyes, just a faint glimmer before he seals it away. Itâs betrayal and rejection mingled into a face of marble, as flawless as the lock heâs fashioned around himself. Michael may not be in his own hell, but heâs just as much a prisoner as the rest of us and the longer we just stare back at each other I realise that Michael Langdon was just a pawn, a power-move by Satan that didnât work out. Thatâs all he was and so here he is, stuck in the middle with nowhere to go and no respite. He rules and condemns completely robbed of the chance to fulfil that innate humanity still bleating inside of him.Â
âYou cannot save me.â Michael spits, âYou donât want to either.â
I look away from him and into the fires, âIf things had been different.â
âWe were born to be enemies.â Michael descends the few steps that separate us, but he sweeps past me. His boots soften on the red carpet and I know I must follow him. His golden locks shine like a candle, guiding the way. When we step into the hallway itâs changed slightly, the black tiles remain but now there are thousands of doors lining each wall.Â
We walk for about ten minutes in silence, the only sound our footsteps and the thin rustle of Michaelâs velvet blazer. He stops outside of a door, just like any other, unremarkable and mine. âIâve been looking forward to this.â He opens the door with a flash of his white teeth, âThe only fun I have is thinking up the various hells for everyone and even that can get so tedious.â Michael rolls his eyes, âThe amount of spider dens, betrayal and death is just so mundane. But I had to make everything just right for you.â
There isnât a single atom in my body that wants to step inside, I already have an idea of what Iâm going to see inside. My sisters, the ones who died before me and those who have succeeded me, all my loved ones. Theyâll be dead, slaughtered by Michaelâs hand no doubt and Iâll be powerless to stop him.
âDo you think Iâd be so obvious?â Michael smirks, âI want you to revisit your lowest moment, forever.âÂ
He pushes me through the door and slams it shut behind me. My heart clenches at the sickening surroundings and how Iâm not dressed - Outpost 3 and once again Iâm young and my powers lie dormant.Â
Iâm grey once more.Â
She sits before me, all taffeta plumes of purple her hands out before me, her nails a sparkling red, âMALLORY.â Coco shrieks, âYou are so fucking irritating, always daydreaming. Wake up and grab some toilet roll.â
My mouth twists in disdain, âYouâre fucking kidding me, right?âÂ
âI just painted my nails. Come on, wipe me!âÂ
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MY WIG? GONE
Tonight's episode
Coco : ur going down bitch
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omggggg I hope she sets Coco on fire soon.
Coco And Gallant As Something Me And My BFF Did Before A Test
Coco, while desperately searching for a pen: Good luck, Evie! And good luck, Bock! Good luck, Michael. Oh, and... fuck you, Mallory.
Gallant: [shows up fifteen minutes late with a cup of coffee]
Coco: Took you long enough, slut! Can you lend me a pen?
Gallant: [throws a pen in her direction without even looking at her]
Coco: THANKS!
Gallant: [takes a sip] Yeah, fuck you too.
Episode 10 Reaction
LOL WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT. This reaction is going to be significantly less polished because I have a lot of complaints, a lot of wine, and zero fucks.
Pre-Apocalypse
Iâm SO glad Myrtle and Venable meet. I need about two more hours just of them interacting. Theyâre GREAT.Â
Oh wow, Myrtleâs packing some serious witchy power!
âMy hair is a mystery, never to be fully understood.â I love it.
Okay, so the coconut heads are legit in another outpost. Iâm so mad we didnât get to see Venable or Myrtle kill them.
Venable 200% deserved the opportunity
I actually feel kind of bad that sheâs back to working for this shitheads since the apocalypse was prevented.
Back to Mistyâs swamp, yet still no Misty. I am confused and upset.
Aaaaand now we know how Mallory and Coco end up in Outpost Three
called it!!! Yâall thought Cordelia blowing that powder was to kill someone--Iâve been telling you it was just for the identity spell.
âNot to make it all about me.â
The ânew personalitiesâ thing was a nice way to excuse Cocoâs behavior. Itâs a little irritating, but I get the point. Her job is literally to crush Malloryâs soul.
itâs so funny that they just blatantly said sheâs modeled after Madison
at least theyâll be together if the world ends--things getting more than a little gay.
Myrtle and Cordelia get a little callous talking about Cocoâs family.
I know itâs necessary and that if things work none of it will happen, but still. Cordelia is all over Mallory trying to comfort her, but she basically tells Coco to suck it up.
Mr. Gallant and Brock are back and I loved Madison being an Uber driver.
Okay, Cordelia sitting on Mistyâs couch, staring out the window, is the most beautiful scene. Iâd like us all to imagine that sheâs just watching Misty work in the garden.
Madison and Myrtle team up for one thing and one thing only: revenge.
Post-Apocalypse
So...they literally just buried themselves in the ground until Malloryâs powers activated.Â
and then somehow magically got to the other side of the country in like a week.
At least we know why Cordelia isnât sick anymore in 2021
suppressing Malloryâs magic must have restored her own, and that good olâ Louisiana mud healed her side.
âYouâre special, Malloryâ aaaaand weâve come full-circle to the beginning of this seasonâs problems
âThe seventh seal,â Iâm sorry, did we miss the first six? Where was the season about that??
Aaaaand Michael is, in the end, literally just another male trying to prove that heâs better than the witches
FUCK YES MARIE!!! And Delphine makes an appearance! Cordelia really is ruthless, damn. Trading Dinah for Marie was a fucking power move.
And there goes Mrs. Mead? Singing Daisy? Just...why.
At least Madison keeps her wits and sees the opportunity to grab a gun.
Hey thereâs brock! Knew he was still wandering around somewhere.Â
god, I would have paid to see him interact with non-identity spell Coco
she would have been disgusted with him
Madisonâs head literally just exploded. Fucking stupid. Actually, everyoneâs deaths are fucking stupid.
Marie has been off screen for .2 seconds and I miss her.
Excuse me, why is Mallory calling her Cordelia instead of âmissâ?
âIt appears as though weâre fucked, my dearâ you donât say
âI knew youâd survive the nuclear falloutâ bitch then why were you whining about thinking you killed all the witches?
Aaand here we go with Cordelia. And Myrtle seriously doesnât see whatâs coming?? Sheâs literally been talking about this since 2018.
gotta admit though, that âmy sisters are a legion, motherfucker,â was fantastic, and Cordeliaâs death was as badass as her life.
Iâm glad she told Myrtle she loved her though, since this ends up being the last time they see each other.
Pre-Apocalypse...Again
Mallory literally just runs him over with a fucking car.Â
and apparently had time to change into something more fashionable.
what?
like, thatâs so unexpected for her character. Sheâs freaking Snow White.Â
I donât dislike it, I just wish weâd seen this side of her beforehand so it seemed consistent.
Dare I say that Constance letting Michaelâs spirit move on is actual character growth?
Point of frustration: this means Madison never freed Moira from the house
but it also means Violet and Tate never get back together and Iâm happy about that
So...Mallory just joins the coven in 2015?? Because thatâs not gonna create a fucking paradox or anything.
Malloryâs parents think sheâs a devil worshipper--sheâs legit Mistyâs little sister or something
Aw, sheâs so happy to see Cordelia and Cordelia has no fucking clue who she is XDÂ
Btw, I LOVE Cordeliaâs dress!
OH GOD WHY does Cordeliaâs paperwork say Cordelia Foxx
I THOUGHT WE COVERED THIS ALREADY
And Queenieâs not gonna die!
Lmao but sheâs letting Madison suffeeeeeer
NAN!!!Â
MISTYYYYYYYY!!!!Â
okay listen so Mallory has NEVER met Misty before, which means that Cordelia must have talked about her, enough that Mallory would know that bringing her back is the most important thing she could do to make Corelia happy
not AS good as the first reunion, but still adorable
âIâm sure you two have a lot to catch up onâ MALLORY SHIPS IT
Misty is so cute meeting Mallory
legit thought Misty and Cordelia were gonna kiss when Misty reached for her...so sad
Mallory could literally be their daughter, wow
The only good thing about this episode: Misty has only been in hell for a year, and now sheâs finally safe at home with Cordelia
theyâre canon, okay?
2020: aaaaand were back to Romeo and Juliet
wait....what. Now Romeo and Julietâs KID is the antichrist??Â
excuse me, the whole point of the antichirst is that heâs the result of the union between a ghost and a human woman.Â
is this supposed to tie-up their âgenetic superiorityâ arc? Weak.
What.
Okay, so, it could have been worse? I guess? I mean, Misty and Cordelia both made it out alive and theyâre in the same place for once. No one tragically died, nothing actually awful happened.
But...they didnât really stop anything from happening either, in the long run. Thereâs still a clan of angry warlocks out there; thereâs a new antichrist on the rise; and Mallory is still the next Supreme--maybe?
If Malloryâs still the next Supreme, that means Cordelia STILL has only a few years to live. Which fucking sucks. But Iâm thinking that maybe sheâs actually not the next Supreme. Theory one goes back to that whole âwitchesâ powers spike in times of dangerâ thing. What if the ascension of the next supreme was just sped up in response to the danger of Michael? Without that threat, maybe Cordeliaâs reign will have the normal timespan. Theory two is that Mallory is technically displaced out of her own timeline now, so I think it could have taken her out of the lineup for Supreme.
Speaking of which, whatâs gonna happen in three years when younger Mallory shows up at the academy??? Paradoxes. Upon paradoxes. Upon paradoxes.
âNeat little bowâ was right;Â âfor the fansâ was not. There was still no Goode-Day kiss or confirmation, which at this point is ridiculous because itâs blatantly obvious to everyone that theyâre in love. I mean, even Mallory, who never met Misty, knew enough about her that she knew Cordelia needed her back. She must have heard Cordelia tell stories, must have watched her head out on weekends to fix up the shack, must have heard from Zoe and Queenie how Cordelia asked the antichrist himself to retrieve her even though it would make her concede the supremacy. All of this for a woman named Misty Day.
And then that scene is literally Misty and Cordeliaâs last appearance of the season. Holding each other and crying and smiling. It could have been better--we definitely deserved better--but I can live with how Goode-Day played out.
The rest of the episode? No, that just straight-up sucked lol.