#i can't force people to stop writing/consuming dark shit

[kierpyr]

i REALLY wish people would just learn to block the things they don't like instead of openly complaining and causing discourse in the main tags of literally every. single. fandom.

#when i see something i dont like #i've learned to just block it because what else am i gonna do ??? #i can't force people to stop writing/consuming dark shit #or making awful character takes #its not my perogative to do that. #LITERALLY JUST BLOCK PEOPLE. #i am making direct eye contact with literally everyone in the leon kennedy x reader tag. #yall are annoying. #just block people and read the fics you like/can handle

[deliciousangelfestival]

Sweetest Dreams || B.Barnes - Part 4

Character: mob!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Finally, it's the right time with the right person. ❤️

Warning: Kidnapped, tortured (only a small part)

Part 1: Echoes Of Revenge

Part 2: Shattered Echoes

Part 3: All The Lies

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Thank you to anyone who gave a like, reblog, and left a comment. It motivated me to write more. 

"This is fucked up. Where am I?" Y/N's thoughts echoed in the disorienting haze surrounding her.

Ivan, the orchestrator of her current predicament, stood menacingly before her, a cruel grin etched across his face. "You should blame yourself for being in this condition," he sneered.

Y/N, still grappling with the fog in her mind, pressed for answers. "Where am I?"

Ivan, relishing in his control, delivered the chilling truth. "A hangout place for drug addicts. So if you don't listen to me, the next morning the police will find your body. Overdose."

‘Shit.’ Panic surged within Y/N as she scanned her surroundings, her eyes landing on a lone door – a potential lifeline out of this nightmare.

“Stop thinking about escaping.” Ivan's fingers dug into her chin, forcing her to meet his menacing gaze. “To be honest, I don't want to kill you. Because I need your brain to make money.”

Y/N, defiance burning in her eyes, said, “You think I will agree?”

Ivan leaned in, his breath sending a cold shiver down her spine. “You have to. After you make me bankrupt, I've gained a lot of enemies – elite people who invested their money in the company. And they want their money back.”

“So, you want to return the money to high-influence people rather than those with low income?” Y/N's disdain dripped from her words, her body language betraying a simmering anger.

Unfazed, Ivan smirked, reveling in the power dynamic. Y/N, unable to contain her disgust, spat on his face in an act of defiance. Undeterred, Ivan scoffed, “Those people are small fish. The most important thing is the big whale.”

Infuriated, Y/N spat on his face again, her eyes ablaze with defiance. “Work again with a mastermind who made thousands of families bankrupt? Fuck no.” She turned her attention to the door, silently calculating the risks and possibilities of escape.

Ivan wiped his face with a cloth, savoring the moment with a sinister satisfaction. "I knew you wouldn't agree, but I'll change your mind," he declared with a dark chuckle.

With a snap of his fingers, the dimly lit place transformed into blinding brightness. Y/N, still disoriented, realized she was tied to an electric chair. Someone approached from behind, forcing a mouthguard into her mouth.

Before she could react, her head was jolted by an electric shock, and a muffled scream escaped through the mouthguard, "Mrghh!" Tears streamed down her face as the searing pain coursed through her.

Ivan, reveling in the torment he was inflicting, taunted, "You've made my life hell for a year, Y/N. Now I want to torture you a bit."

Y/N, in the midst of the excruciating pain, wished for a chance to apologize to Bucky if today was to be her last.

"BAM!"

Ivan, caught off guard, exclaimed in surprise. He had been confident that no one knew about this hidden location. However, he was about to learn the extent of Bucky's knowledge of the town.

Bucky stormed in with a powerful kick to Ivan's face, sending him crashing.

“What the fuck?” Ivan spluttered, struggling to stand.

Bucky's eyes fell on Y/N, tied to the chair and seemingly lifeless. Panic and darkness consumed him for a moment as he approached her. "Y/N?"

He lifted her gently, holding her close. "You can't die. I don't know what to do without you."

“Urggh, I'm still alive, idiot,” Y/N weakly replied. Opening her eyes felt like a daunting task, and she couldn't quite believe that Bucky had come to her rescue.

Bucky, overwhelmed with relief, clenched his teeth. His gaze shifted to Ivan, who was still attempting to rise.

He turned to Steve, who had followed him to save Y/N. “Make sure he never sees the sun again.”

Steve nodded, advancing towards Ivan with a determined expression. He swiftly broke Ivan's arm, eliciting a pained cry. “You messed with the wrong person, pal,” Steve smirked, ensuring Ivan faced the consequences of his malevolent actions.

Bucky cradled Y/N, his eyes reflecting worry, anger, and relief. "I've got you," he whispered, vowing to protect her from any further harm.

Bucky, keeping a watchful eye on Y/N as she slept in the hospital bed, found himself reflecting on a similar moment from his recent past when he had visited her father.

Her father had looked at him and said, “What a small world.”

Indeed, it was a small world.

Fifteen years ago, Bucky was a teenage boy living alone in a desolate house. His mother had left, and no one bothered with the household chores. His father, Nicholas, was indifferent, unmoved by Bucky's struggles. School was a constant battleground for him, and life seemed monotonous and purposeless.

Then, one day, Bucky noticed his father bringing a guest home. His father never bothered with hospitality, a clue that this visitor wasn't just any guest. It was the first meeting with Y/N's father, a long-time friend of his own father.

Bucky calls him the kind uncle because he worries about Bucky more than his father.

This kind uncle regularly visited, bringing homemade food Bucky gratefully accepted. It was a lifeline in a home where food was scarce.

The kind uncle shared, "I have a daughter your age. I'll bring her next time." However, that promise remained unfulfilled, and it turned out to be the last visit. Bucky later learned that his father had lent the kind uncle money with exorbitant interest, severing their friendship.

It was pivotal for Bucky, revealing the depth of his father's greed and how money could destroy longstanding friendships. The realization left an indelible mark on him, shaping his future goals. Bucky vowed that if he ever became wealthy, he wouldn't burden his friends with the weight of borrowed money.

Then, when he entered university, he met her—the daughter of that kind uncle, Y/N. The revelation brought a sense of purpose to Bucky's life. He witnessed her being taken advantage of by classmates and seniors at the club, prompting him to take a stand and become her shield.

With him by her side, nobody dared to exploit Y/N anymore. Despite her initial annoyance towards him, Bucky saw a cute, angry kitten in her eyes, and teasing her became a daily amusement, injecting excitement into his otherwise mundane university days.

As they transitioned into adulthood, Y/N underwent a transformation. Her style matured, and she exuded newfound confidence, a far cry from her college days, where she often kept her head down.

Bucky enjoyed the challenge when she underestimated him, eventually giving her money because of her work in an investment company. Little did he know that this woman would swiftly elevate him to wealth.

Y/N's unexpected departure left Bucky in a state of confusion. He waited for a month, then three, and finally, six months passed, but she never returned.

The unanswered question lingered: What did he do wrong? His search for her took a year, but when he found her, she revealed that she had used him to rectify his father's mistake, the same father who had caused harm to her own.

Despite the revelation, Bucky didn't care about the past. He just wanted her back. However, Y/N, this stubborn and seemingly heartless woman, refused to yield.

As he watched her sleep, Bucky's hand cradled her cold cheeks. He joined her side, wrapping her in an embrace to ward off the chill. His fingers gently brushed her hair as he stared at the sleeping figure, who had inadvertently disrupted his life since the moment they met.

Bucky didn't harbor hatred; he found perfection in the chaos she brought into his life. The only thing he desired now was for her to wake up and ensure she could never leave him again.

Y/N blinked, momentarily blinded by the morning light streaming in from the window. The female nurse, noticing her awakening, hurried over to assist Y/N in sitting up.

"My dear, you've woken up? You've been asleep for two days," she informed a hint of concern in her voice. The dryness in Y/N's throat confirmed the duration of her unconsciousness.

Two days – no wonder everything felt hazy. Y/N's attention perked up when the nurse continued, "Rest assured, the bad guy has been taken to the police. Your fiancé has been keeping an eye on you for 24 hours."

'Fiancé?'

Y/N's eyes widened at the unexpected revelation. She hadn't realized she had a fiancé. The sliding door opened, revealing Bucky carrying a bucket of flowers. His face lit up with a warm smile upon seeing Y/N awake. "Babe, you're awake," he greeted cheerfully.

The female nurse couldn't help but giggle at the scene. "Yes, and she's healthy. Aww, so romantic, you bring new flowers today." She grinned at the young couple before making her exit.

Bucky chuckled as he placed the flowers in a vase. Y/N couldn't shake off her surprise. He took a seat beside her, brushing her hair gently. "It's the safest way. If everyone knows that you're my fiancée, no one will dare to kidnap you," he explained matter-of-factly.

He pulled her into a tight hug, their bodies sinking into the hospital bed. "Y/N, please don't go. I don't know what I would do without you," Bucky pleaded, his eyes reflecting the exhaustion from lack of sleep. Y/N's heart ached at the sight of the big man pleading.

She gets closer, kissing his forehead. "I won't go anywhere."

Bucky's eyes widened in surprise, a brilliant smile replacing his earlier plea. Finally, in that small hospital bed with the sterile scent of antiseptic lingering, it didn't matter. Bucky could have the sweetest dreams as long as she was beside him.

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[deijikoonline]

Hi!! Can I request a Harry Warden x gn reader (if possible) where reader is being forced into the mines and they're alone, their friends are making fun of them/mocking them and Harry helps and let's them out of the mine. I'm sorry if this is too specific, tysm!! I hope ur doing good rn! <3

OMG YES OFC (Dw abt being to specific, I prefer specific because it helps me write easier most the time, Also I'm doing wonderfully, almost out of school so I feel much better, thanks!)☆

Mᴜᴄʜ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴀssɪsᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ..

(Harry Warden x !Gender neutral reader!)

Fluff/Comfort, Harry being Uncharacteristically nice to you, your friends are horrible people,

☆◦ 。＼｜／。◦☆

....

It takes courage they say, something you didn't seem to have according to your friends, but who are you to blame, they're the ones who are making you go into this damned mine.. it's not even like your doing this for money.. you wouldn't say your a scaredy cat.. but who in their right mind enters the mines alone..? Let alone the one rumored to be haunted by Harry Warden..? well look where we ended now..

"Are you fucking serious..?" You say to your friend group.. as they laugh their asses off in the truck Infront of you..

"Oh c'mon' (Name).. have some fun for once will ya'..?" They spout mockingly.. still giggling like a bunch of maniacs as they continue to mock your fear..

"Assholes.." You mutter softly.. your voice straining gently.. as you look at them frustrated and annoyed.. it's at least almost midnight and their still out here giving you bullshit..

"What..? Are you seriously scared of the mines..? Harry Warden is just a myth (Name), stop being such a Killjoy..!" They say in a mock disappointed tone... still laughing hysterically as they stare at your form standing in front of the entrance..

"You owe me after this I swear to god.." You spout.. obviously annoyed.. a hint of fear behind your voice.. as one of them pulls you into the mines.. the others looking at you two and giggling..

He takes you inside and gives his mocking goodbye as he runs off back to their truck.. trying his hardest to suppress his own laughter as your left inside the dark mines.. The soft sound of the truck starting up and driving off in the distance further fueling your annoyance and anxiety.. those Bastards just left you without back up.. with only a Flashlight and whatever lit up the area to guide you blindly.. your fear getting the better of you as you walk through the mines cautiously and slowly.. quivering slightly as your heart pounds aggressively in your chest.. you continue to walk straight forward.. trying to avoid taking many turns as to not lose your way..

"Can't believe I-I'm actually fucking doing this.. I'm not even getting anything out of this besides their entertainment and approval.." you grumble softly.. as you point the flashlight at different area's of the mines.. observing the many things that seem to be there.. paying close attention to every nook in corner.. afraid something might pop out and get you if your not fully alert..

As you travel farther and farther your overwhelming fear gets the better of you.. you sit down and try and calm yourself to no avail by now.. breathing heavy as you try to catch your breath as I slowly turns to hyperventilating desperately for air.. your arms go to wrap around your legs gently letting yourself curl up and give in on the dirt covered grounds of the mines.. tears welling up as soft chokes and gag's come out.. you feel all these emotions consuming you..

You sat there for what seemed like hours.. still trying to get ahold of yourself to no avail.. but letting yourself look up and observe your surroundings.. as you go quiet.. your sobs dying down but tears still flowing.. you freeze up.. hearing the soft breathing of.. something.. echo closely as it seemed.. this compelled you to attempt hiding.. you hide behind a coal barrow.. shivering and shaking as you zip up your jacket.. trying to hold your breath to not alert it's presence..

"Shit..." You mutter under your breath.. turning off your flashlight as you see a soft glow coming towards your area.. getting brighter and brighter.. after a couple minutes of loud footsteps and dragging you see a tall figure.. dressed in miners clothing.. and a gas mask.. the gear having soft dark red accents to it.. holy shit is that Harry Warden..

His heavy.. ragged breathing echos throughout the mines.. as he softly walks close to your hiding spot.. not because he realized you were there but because he was going to set his pick down..

you slap a hand to your mouth softly as to quiet your breathing.. trying to avoid him noticing you as you stay completely still as you can manage.. you flinch softly as his pick clatters on top of the barrow.. you accidently shuffle a rock next to you by moving softly.. causing you to flinch and for his gaze to shoot towards your hiding spot.. he seems to be there the moment you blink.. looking down at you as he breathes heavily.. staring down at you through the eye holes of his mask as you stare up at him in shock and terror

"P-Please.. don't hurt.. me I didn't come in on my own will.." you manage to spit out.. trying not to make a fool out of yourself and get yourself in more deep shit..

He seems to just keep staring at you.. not doing anything for a good couple minutes.. before he slowly offers you his hands.. still staring down at you and breathing heavily under his mask..

You stare at him.. confused.. yet hesitant.. before he just scoops you up.. picking you up as easy as it would be to pick up something like a cat or small animal.. damn he must be strong.. and extremely tall.. as he lifts you off the grounds and up into his arms.. your a couple feet off the ground but he's quite obviously taller than you by a milestone..

"Huh..?" You mutter softly.. looking at him baffled and confused.. he just continues to stare at you his head tilted as he brings a hand up to wipe your remaining tears off your cheeks.. he seems sympathetic.. or is this some kind of trap luring you into you in so you can die later.. oh well.. at least he's being nice at the moment..

He starts to carry you off somewhere.. fixing your clothes for you and tidying you up.. as he carries you throughout the mines.. silent as a mouse the entire time.. he seems to gently hold you closer.. perhaps as an attempt at comfort..? He pulls your hood up for you.. gently drying your cheeks for you as he holds you.. comforting you silently as he walks softly through the mines.. the gentle footsteps of his boots and the crumble of gravel and dirt underneath comforting you as you lax into his hold.. still on high alert though, he's a killer, you don't know what his motives may be..

"Why are you doing this..?" you ask softly.. your eyes staring up at his as he bundles up your jacket.. making sure you aren't cold due to your soft spasms of shivering that come every now and then.. he seems to only show concern and sympathy to your emotionally vulnerable self.. he doesn't answer you though.. his only sign of him hearing what you said being the soft nod he gave you as he continued his voyage in the mines.. where is he even taking you..?

After you travel for awhile your eyes light up.. seeing the soft glow of midnight as he sets you down at the entrance.. opening the gates of the mines as he gently sets you down.. dusting you off and doing one last check through for any injury.. patting your shoulder and tilting his head as if he was smiling at you.. except it just looked kind of scary.. but he's trying..

"Uhm.. Thanks Harry..?" you say hesitantly.. he nods softly as he turns.. quickly walking off into the void of the mines.. leaving you dazed and confused as to what happened.. huh.. at least you came out unharmed..

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SORRY THIS WAS SO SHORT!! I haven't written in like forever so I'm warming up to it again, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANON!! ☆

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[konigsblog]

Oh Orla….Thing that cracks me up about these puritan idiots is… they’re simping for fictional special forces operators, you know, people who’s job is to potentially kill people. Sure they’re a very flowery, sensationalised version and there’s nothing wrong with not liking the stuff you or I write (block, move on, go do your maths homework kid.) My stuff isn’t for everyone, and that’s fine I respect all opinions if handled properly.

But… use your fucking brain; eg. your softboi sweetie uwu coffee shop AU version of Simon Riley is so far removed from reality, that you have no ground to stand on as to what’s ‘right’ in terms of fanfic.

Every piece of fanfic is technically inaccurate to the character and how they’d act and that’s fine, that’s what it’s for, for fun. Just stop acting like grown adults that give plenty of fucking warnings on their blogs and posts about the dark nature of their work are the weird ones when you can’t even comprehend the actual nature of the media you’re consuming 😂

Also… know how they never actually go things with consequences? Like… say how some aspects of the porn industry harm REAL people? Yeah, nah, they’re fighting the good fight, making such a difference to the world with their vague posts about you/us writing a non existent soldier as something short of a fairy, angelic prince ahahahaha.

absolutely, you're so right about this -- it's the fact they're more worried about dark fiction writers than actual victims of SA and rape. they don't actually care about them, they just can't handle someone else having another opinion, or writing something that's not made for them. it's beyond immature, and insulting those who use it as coping mechanisms, telling them to go to therapy, it's childish (reading non-con to cope is a great coping mechanism, some therapist's may recommend it. and, they're clearly not thinking about how hurtful and damaging their words are to survivors and victims of SA, telling them they're gross for liking it, while claiming to support victims is immature.)

i'm 100% not saying everyone has to enjoy my work, but don't go out of your way to make multiple posts about me, naming and shaming me for the content i produce. if they really cared about victims of SA, they wouldn't be insulting victims for enjoying non-con.

and you don't need to like my work, but you also don't have to send me paragraphs upon paragraphs on why you think i'm disgusting, how you hate me, ect... 1. i won't bother reading it, it's pathetic and useless, these hate anons are too close-minded to understand the reasoning behind my work. 2. i'm not going to take a hate anon seriously. i know they're sending it out of spite, jealousy or anger.

simon being a cute, little barista isn't very accurate either, but that's the whole point of fiction; it's NOT ALWAYS GOING TO BE ACCURATE. we all have our different headcannons, there's no need to shit on mine because it doesn't align with yours!

thank you for the support, minty :33 i appreciate your thoughts and the message 💗🫂

[offsidekineticist]

Sorry it's been so long, everyone. I hit my head while playing hockey last weekend, so everything slowed down while I was supposed to avoid screens and rest. In any case, I'm feeling better now, and I managed to sit down and write today! So here's the next chapter of the breakup arc.

CW: burning alive, microaggressions (racism), burns, attempted suicide, Theo is sad

Take Me To Hell

You wake up in the hold of a boat. You know because of the dark and the dank and the smell of the sea. You are a halfling who has never had a home. You learned early that superstitious captains will give you food and shelter during a voyage because you are a halfling, and halflings are good luck on ship's. You never took to life at sea--you get seasick and hate eating hardtack riddled with maggots--but you've escaped starvation and arrest by leveraging your alleged luck often enough that you recognize your surroundings easily.

You're in a hammock, pressed against someone else's body. That's a bit odd--you've never met a captain so hard up for space that he couldn't find a private corner for Lucky (they always called you that on the ships). You open your eyes to find Thay, sound asleep, curled into your side. You've never seen him asleep before.

Someone clears their throat. You startle, rocking the hammock, at the sight of Qweck sitting cross-legged at the other end of the hammock, glaring at you. And all at once you realize there's something wrong here. You lost control. You were stabbed and dying and lost control, and She came out. You should have woken in a desolate, scorched field with nothing but charred corpses as company. It should have been like last time.

"What happened?" you ask, and you're almost afraid of the answer.

"I should be the one asking you that," Qweck snaps. "Since when do you wield hellfire?"

"None of your fucking busisness," you snap.

"Oh, it is very much my business, considering your hellfire almost consumed me and Theo and did consume several paladins."

You go cold at that, and your gaze flickers towards the sleeping gnome by your side. You notice bandages on his face covering what you could have sworn had been healthy skin before you were stabbed, and his lips are a dark, burned shade. 

You burned Thay.

You close your eyes and sigh. "Since I was fifteen. I was stupid and got myself tied up in some shit." You open your eyes and force yourself to hold Qweck's gaze. "How are you alive?"

"Theo did some kind of ritual to stop you.  I don't know how it worked. Just one second you were floating, shooting fire at people, the next you were unconscious on the ground."

Of course it was Thay. Because of course he would be the one saving you after you fucked up trying to save him. 

Gods, you're pathetic.

"Where's the ship headed?"

"Kintargo. They're independent - for now - so we should be safe there."

That sets off alarm bells. You don't know much about what's been going on in Kintargo (unsurprisingly, Queen Abby and her lackeys were doing their best to keep the whole thing quiet), but you do know this: hell does not lose. If Kintargo is trying to escape hell's grasp, then a reckoning is coming, one you do not want to be around to see.

"No. We need to keep moving."

"We don't have the money to keep moving. And besides that, there is no 'we.' I hired you for a job, and that job is over. If you want to keep moving, be my guest, but you're not responsible for us after this point."

She's right. Of course she's right. As far as she knows, you've never met Thay before this job, and you only took the gig because–uh–well, you're not sure why she thinks you took the gig. Sure as hell wasn't the pay. She certainly doesn't think it's out of loyalty to Thay, though. Even if she did, looking at what you did to him, you can't blame her for chasing you off. You're made of fire. The best way to survive you is to avoid you. 

So when the ship docks at Kintargo, you leave. You leave before Thay - who has spent the voyage sleeping - can wake, or before Qweck can pay you. Taking her money would be stealing food out of Thay's mouth, but you don't know how to explain that without also admitting that you've known Thay for decades, so instead you just leave. 

Shipping is a bit of a mess in Kintargo right now. The pompous Thrune in charge of the city (until the magnificent bastards calling themselves the Silver Ravens got to him) imposed a litany of bizarre restrictions, and the instability of the city certainly hasn't invited trade. You can probably find passage out - you are a halfling, after all - but if you want to pick a specific destination you will have to wait. But you still have to eat while you wait, which means you need to pull a job.

There's no thieves guild in Kintargo, just a couple of small-time gangs hoping they can wipe out the others and take over the city's criminal enterprises. That makes things both easier and harder. Easier because thieves guilds can be a bitch to deal with, harder because the good ones will usually have jobs for freelancers. As it is, you're probably best off with an old-fashioned burglary.

It only takes a cursory reading of the list families in the Council of Coin to find your target: House Jhaltero. Slavery is frowned upon in Kintargo, but Jhaltero's wealth comes from silver mines and stone quarries far from the city. It's not hard to guess who works in those mines and quarries. You won't lose any sleep over emptying their vault.

Most of your haul from the Jhaltero mansion is in valuables: fine silverware, a golden goblet, a tarnished candlestick that you’re fairly sure from the weight must be solid silver–the sort of stuff that’s useless without a fence, and you don’t have the connections in Kintargo to fence the goods safely. You’ll have to wait until you get to Varisia–you have contacts there. You did manage to pinch a few silver pieces you found (you weren’t able to get into the main vault, but the children seem rather lackadaisical about misplacing their spending money), though, which will be enough to keep you fed until you can get settled in Kaer Maga. You have enough to afford an inn, too, but you’ve always found the beds in those places too soft, and felt too exposed sleeping with large groups of strangers.

You take shelter in yet another abandoned temple. You’re not foolish enough to think the now sacked temple of Asmodeus is entirely stripped of unholy power, but the temple has a basement, and the broken lock on the trap door leading down there tells you the local gangs have already had their run of the place. From the smashed crates and spilled rancid grain, you figure this was where the priests stored their mundane supplies, which makes you feel better about not accidentally falling prey to infernal curses.

Taking shelter in the house of Asmodeus after taking over a dozen souls for me? Good boy. Maybe you are a hound, after all.

You freeze at the burning at your chest. It doesn’t hurt like it does when she’s displeased. For now it’s just unpleasantly hot. Glad you’re happy. It's a lie, but she knows that.

When did I say I was happy? The burning in your chest turns even hotter–still not hot enough to make you reconsider whether she was displeased, but enough to make a point. Don’t assume you’ve done well. You left Andoran without consulting me. No more Aasimars, then? I don’t remember there being nearly so many in Varisia.

You are suddenly extremely aware of your breath. Probably because you might be about to take your last one. No more anything. I’m done.

There’s a brief moment of stillness. Nothing happens. No sound, no sight, no feelings. And then you feel your chest burn, and not as it did the last time you spoke, but as it did the first time you met, when her stone melted its way through your chest into your heart.

No. This is worse.

YOU ARE DONE WHEN I SAY YOU ARE DONE.

You were standing when she first spoke. Now you are on your hands and knees. The top of your head is resting on the blessedly cool floor while your chest burns. And oh, you want to give in. You want to beg for her forgiveness. You want to promise to bring her more souls, to say whatever the fuck you need to say to get this to fucking stop.

But you can’t. You won’t. You already decided: no more. Thay is safe. The job is done. You don’t have any reason to keep this up except to save your own skin, and you won’t do that anymore. You can never be as good as Thay, you know that, but you can do this. You can cut to the fucking chase.

Then take me to hell. 

You have so much more you want to say, but you can’t fucking get your thoughts together enough to say it. Maybe you wouldn’t be able to even if you didn’t have a fucking rock in your chest burning you from the inside out. You might not have the words. That’s ok. You don’t need words. She doesn’t have to understand. You understand, and that’s all you need.

The fire spreads from your chest to your belly, your shoulders and arms, up your throat and into your mouth and nose. She is burning you up from the inside out. They will find you down here, days from now. You will still look like a person, still like yourself, because there was nothing left to rot. When they touch you they will watch the thin layer of skin crumble away, because everything inside burned away into ash, leaving nothing but a thin shell.

And then, all it once, the burning stops. You are sweating, gasping for breath, lying on the floor, but you are alive, and from the way your heart races and lungs heave and your stomach turns, you’re pretty sure your internal organs are mostly intact.

Foolish fly. I don’t need to take you to hell. Hell is coming to Kintargo, and you will be here to welcome it.

She is gone. You know she is gone. You don’t know when she will be back, but you know she will be, and she will make you do something terrible, something that will hurt the whole city. You are out of time.

You don’t sleep that night. By the time pale beams of light slip into your hiding place between the floorboards, you know what you will do. You don’t have your dagger–it was left in Rivad–but for all your experience with boats, you never learned to swim. You are made of fire, but even the hottest of fires dies in the sea.

You walk the streets, making your way from Temple Hill towards the Yolubilis River. You don’t mean to find your way to the bridge–it doesn’t matter where you enter the water, after all–but you do. You look over the side and wonder briefly if there’s a way to climb down. You’ve never liked heights. You don’t want to fall and die by hitting the water, to feel your bones break and spend your last moments drowning and in pain.

(It shouldn’t matter. You are here. You can die. You should do it now, before someone–before she–can stop you. What does it matter if it hurts? You’ll be dead soon anyway.)

You never apologized to Thay.

It hits you all at once: you never apologized for throwing the hat at him, for telling him to have a nice life alone–and oh, that was especially cruel, knowing what he’s told you about his youth. Never told him how sorry you were for making him your accomplice. Hell, you never even made sure he knew you didn’t turn him in. Does he know? He must know–why would you turn on him and then rescue him?

You can’t die now. Not without saying goodbye. Not without saying sorry. So you back away from the edge of the bridge and cross back the way you came, moving towards the poorest neighborhoods of Kintargo–the only places where Thay and Qweck could afford an apartment. You don’t know where they decided to live, but Thay stands out even among gnomes. He won’t be hard to find.

(It takes you two days)

Qweck answers the door of the cramped, single room apartment they’ve bought for themselves on top of what is practically a pile of other cramped apartments in Redroof. She looks exhausted.

“What do you want?” she snaps. “If you’re here for the money, we don’t have it anymore. You left without any sign you’d come back, so we spent it on the apartment.”

“I’m just…” It takes you a minute to find the words. “I’m about to ship out,” you say, and it’s only half a lie. “I wanted to stop in and say goodbye since we probably won’t–”

“Gilly?”

His voice is thin and weak–hoarse and exhausted. You lean to the side so you can see past Qweck’s shoulder into the apartment. He’s forcing himself out of the ragged human-sized cot that probably came with the apartment. His legs buckle and he slips onto his knees, but he manages to steady himself with an arm still on the bed. He’s staring at you with wide, charcoal gray eyes, even though you know that without his glasses he probably can’t make out much more than a black and brown blob behind Qweck’s tan and green.

Qweck rushes to his side. “Careful! You still need to sleep–”

“Gilly,” he repeats, staring at you. You cross the room, almost in a trance. You stop in front of him, and then you crouch down so you’re at eye level with him.

“Hey, Thay,” you say. “I came to say goodb–”

He wraps his arms around you, practically hanging on your neck. You fight to keep your balance as he starts weeping into your shoulder.

“Don’t leave me again,” he sobs. “Please don’t leave me again.”

You should say no. He would want you to say no–if he knew why you had to go, if he wasn’t fucked in the head from Rivad, if he wasn't so obviously exhausted he would want you to go. He would want you to gently pry him off your neck and tell him you’re sorry and that he’s better off this way because you're made of fire and–and that you love him. Because you don’t really care if he loves you back, you just need him to know, before you die, that you meant what you said all those months ago, that you love him.

But that’s the problem. You love him. You would damn all of Golarion a thousand times over before you leave him like this.

You take him in your arms and hold him close. He must truly be exhausted because he’s asleep within minutes, cheeks still wet with tears. You look up at Qweck. She’s staring at you with an unreadable look, her lips together into a thin line. “I, uh…I guess I’m canceling that trip.”

“I guess you are,” she says flatly. “I guess you are.”

#pathfinder wotr #oc: theoven derenge #pwotr pals #oc: giliys #oc: qweck #the (Completely Platonic!) Breakup Arc #part 11

[weebsinstash]

Consider reading Steel Under Silk and The Ghost's Nocturne. Both are BL manhwa. Both are kinda similar to Painter of the Night (on the pairing being a Huge Strong Guy With Issues and a Massive Dick X Petite Man) and yet completeley different. Both have noncon. Both are available on bato. to! Steel Under Silk is legit so good, I dont even wanna pitch it to you. The ML is *MWHAH* chefs kiss. You just have to read it and see for yourself. The art style on both are TOP TIER.

Man so like I was kind of indulging in this conversation with someone else earlier but, you know how there was like that cultural movement in like the 2000s onward where a lot of young women were uncritically consuming yaoi content and yeah there were definitely a lot of people being homophobic and fetishistic about it (legit I think the whole "yaoi is fine but yuri is gross" that was common for a lot of young girls was just internalized misogyny bc I was one of those kids and now I'm literally a queer person with a gender identity of Girl But Also Who Gives a Fuck) but like at the core of it it was younger folks being completely unbothered by queer media and even seeking it out, and then there was this reverse whiplash of "oh no only gay men can read these, if you read these you are gross/homophobic/racist" and it's like. I literally turned 26 the other week and even sometimes when im in YouTube shorts watching manhwa clips (believe it or not this can actually be a really good way to find more stories, some people make very high quality edits or clip and the algorithm will just eventually feed you manhwa shit nonstop) and whenever a BL story comes up, there's like, a sense of shame in my heart, like I gotta look away? "Like oh, better avoid that, consuming this media with gay men in it surely makes me fetishistic and creepy" and it's like, the queer community has not clawed its way to having some rights for us to pull this kinds inter-group othering like this 🤦‍♀️ im a fucking adult and im going to read these stories where dudes are gonna fuck and it doesn't mean a damn thing besides me wanting to see people getting Freak Nasty

But anyways yeah I will definitely add those to my recommended 👀 I think one thing I've been having to watch out for is that I will see a series and then I'll read the comments and it might be something like "dont read this, its extremely unhappy, the mc suffers constantly and the ending is sad" and its like. Yeah I like dark content but I have to be careful when it comes to stories that are kind of just straight up tragedy porn? Idk. Like. When I write dark content its kind of contained into like a one-shot or a story with a few chapters, it isn't extremely drawn out to the extent ive seen with a lot of manhwa. I had my eyes on "Broken Promise: Married Man" or whatever the fuck its called bwcause it looked like it had some kinky stuff in it and then I look into it a little and almost everyone was saying "oh no dude don't read this unless you have a strong heart, bad shit CONSTANTLY happens, this man SUFFERS"

Idk its just, sometimes it can be hard to find my personal limits with that kind of thing 🥺 I don't think I've ever dropped anything for messing me up or anything but there are times I've read fanfictions and it made me like depressed the whole day 😅 the hunt for good stories constantly continues!

Also. It isn't a BL but ive heard Finding Camelia is good? It's a manhwa about a girl who is forced to live as a boy because she's the only heir to her family or something and she has to go through a journey of self growth and learn to feel good as herself and a girl again? I dunno, i don't know many details about it but ive seen a lot of people recommend it. Honestly I'm trying not to start too many stories at once but like I can't stop, I find a good story, start reading, oh wait it isn't complete, better find a another story, oh wait it isn't complete, wash rinse repeat ykwim

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Man! You guys are creative. Can you -the plot is totally up to you- write an angry and heartless teen Kaito ? I don't like the idea of the death of kai. -please my soul is too weak for this I can't even imagine it- but he can be angry for anything else. Just really angry. Maybe he was with his mom in a mall and random villains attack her and a hero -endeavor bastard- ignored the safety of citizens in order to capture them. Anything would work but not kai's death. 😭😭😭

Aaaa no my baby :( still no image for baby Kaito so boom!

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"Look mom, I guess Kim would like that." The teenager pointed at a little stuffed bear placed on the shell.

"Hum, Kim or Haru my little soldier?" You teased as the boy only scoffed.

Spitting image of his father...

"But I wouldn't be opposed to the idea... but I literally have no idea what to give her, I'm stuck." Complained in complete seriousness the boy as he glared down at ground while you two carried the bags.

Mostly Kaito because the boy just wouldn't accept you lifting too much weight.

"Mind if I give you an idea then?" The dark brow haired teenager looked at you and nodded.

"Sing her a song. Kaito you have a beautiful voice, you and your father. I bet she would love that." You smiled sweetly at your blushing teenager, yet he still caried the same stoic face as he muttered "I see. I will think about it."

Again. The spitting image.

"Well, let's get back home before we get buried by snow on our way." Kaito nodded as he offered to pick another bag from your hands which you swatted away quickly making the boy chuckle.

"Mom, what do you think is better? Cocoa or-?" You couldn't catch what your son asked when you heard the sudden screams and a huge jet of fire coming straight at your son side.

"KAITO GET OUT!" you shouted while grabbing your son forearm and throwing him away from the sudden exchanges of fire and waves of electricity.

Kaito almost fell into his back; holy shit his mother was strong; if he wasn't for his reflexes, he looked up at the scene in horror as he quickly picked his phone texting his dad about the situation.

Kai was with Kim, so he wouldn't risk putting his younger daughter in danger. You definitely wouldn't appreciate that...

Chisaki immediately answered his son and told that Chrono and Mimic were on the way as Kaito tried to pass through the crowd.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF WAY!" He shouted impatiently as he pushed the people aggressively to make a path for him.

"Woah kid!" An officer blocked him "Sorry, but this is for the heroes not from teenagers, if you want an autograph need to wait until the fight is done."

"Why the fuck would I want a autograph? MY MOTHER IS IN THERE!" He shouted angrily at the officer who widened his eyes before picking some device to talk.

"Lieutenant. There's civilians in there correct? There's one of the child of them in here. Tell Endeavour." He looked at Kaito and placed a hand on his shoulder "Don't worry. Endeavour will take her out of there safely. Just be pacient."

Kaito stared at the officer before slowly swatting his hand away from his shoulder in disbelief.

"Didn't you saw that I almost DIED from Endeavour's flames if it wasn't for my mom?! OUT OF WAY!" Kaito kneeled down and placed his bare hand beneath the snow, making the ground tremble a bit before forming plataforms, which lift it him up to jump over the guards heads.

They shouted at him to stop as he runned, but even before he could reach it, the joilts of electricity were simply gone as the number one hero left the alley with the villain being dragged by the collar of the his shirt.

Many clapped their hands and threw thanks and compliments at the hero... While Kaito angrily made his way to the much older man and stared up at him.

"There were civilians on the middle of your childishly fight. One of them is my mother. Where is her?" He demanded as the hero closed his face, seeming like a black cloud had consumed the place.

It started to snow out of no where before the number one hero bowed his head at Kaito and closed his eyes in sorrow.

"I'm sorry....there were no survivors boy ... your mother won't be coming back..."

Kaito widened his eyes as he felt the cold intensity; even with the proximity of the flamed hero. Endeavour patted his shoulder and went to talk with the cops.

Won't be coming back... won't be coming back because of who exactly?

The teenager felt the tears fall without even controlling them ... but another feeling grew stronger than any other in the boy.

Hatred. Pure hatred.

He clenched his jaw as his hands turned into fists while he trembled... his breath quickened as he shot a one side glare at the amount of people boasting the hero... not even caring about the victims of the attack.

Kaito turned sharply and started running towards the hero number one, only letting out a scream of utter anger as he punched him right in the mouth of the hero's stomach. Endeavor was startled by the jora but managed to block almost every attack from the enraged teenager as the boy screamed that possibly the entire city of Tokyo could hear at this point.

One hour the hero got tired and threw Kaito back to the ground, causing the boy to fall but then get up just to his knees.

He could hear the crowd whispers as the officers didn't even bother that they listened to them.

"He is that Chisaki kid."

"The one from the yakusa? Shie Hassaikai right?"

"No wonder he is like this."

His wrath only increased, his family didn't have nothing to do with this, or better yet, it has! His lost mother that died not long ago from this hero...

"Listen, calm down." Endeavour commented as Kaito finally looked up at him with widen (E/C) eyes filled with nothing but disgust and rage.

He putted both lf his hands at the ground making huge plataforms grow to try to smash Endeavour.

"Calm down? CALM DOWN?!" He shouted, not caring about the look of horror of people at front of them as he made another wall to block them as he intensified the force of the concrete against Endeavour's body.

"YOU KILLED MY MOTHER HERO! AND YOU DEMAND TO ME THAT I CALM THE FUCK DOWN?!" he cried tears of hatred as he intensified even more, feeling his younger body sore from the way he was using his quirk.

"YOU'RE SICK YOU HEARD ME?! WEREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO SAVE PEOPLE WITH THOSE FLAMES?! THEN WHY DID YOU KILL MY MOTHER?! HUH?! ANSWER ME YOU VERM!"

Two different hands on both of his shoulders made him jerk away and threaten to overhaul them as well. But when he saw Mimic and Chrono he immediately stopped.

"Come on kid. You caused too much trouble for us now." Said Mimic as he helped Kaito to his feet.

"My..."

"We know Kaito... I'm sorry. We couldn't find her body..."Chrono placed his hand on his shoulder as the boy just looked at the ground and let his tears fall.

He entered his home with Mimic and Chrono following right after. Not even bothering to take his soaked boots of as he saw his father presence.

Mimic shooked his head while Chrono bowed his head at his friend... Not much longer Kaito heard the faint 'dismissed' of his father...

Only he and Kai were at the room.

"Where's Kim?"

"In bed."

Kaito mumbled something as he fell to his knees.

"What was that?" Chisaki asked trying to contain his tears.

"She's gONE BECAUSE OF THEM!" Kaito punched the floor of his home making the whole place cracked, the lunches only grew heavier and stronger.

"THOSE DAMN HEROES! THEY WERE THE RESPONSIBLES FOR THAT! MOM IS-!" he gagged as he aproached now his bloody hand at his face "Mom is... mom is gone..."

Chisaki let his own tears fall as he used his own quirk to reconstruct the place. He scrunched up on the floor as he waited for Kaito eyes to find his.

It hurted even more because they were your eyes.

He didn't want it to lie to his son, telling that everthing is going to be okay or all that bullcrap so he simply kneeled on the ground and bringed his son close surprising the boy at the sudden display of touch.

"I know..." he mumbled feeling his shoulder getting wet as he hearded the choked up promises that he would erase every hero on the surface...

"Daddy?" A tiny voice manifested and the two mens looked at the golden eyed girl looking at them with wide eyes.

Both didn't vare anymore on hiding their tears and their sorrow.

"Daddy? Brother? What's going on? Where's mommy?" The girl approached the both of them and grew more nervous at seing her dad starting to tear up as her brother bringed her to a last hug.

"Im sorry Kim... I couldn't protect her from the heroes..." coldly stated Kaito not even caring about comforting his little sister when she started to break down in tears as well.

Now he understands the rage that his father carry toward the heroes. And they better lray for their souls now... Because they woken up one sleeping devil and a tremendous and powerful beast...

#overhaul x reader #fanfic overhaul #kaito #kim #kaito and kim #bnha ocs #requests #bnha requests #my writing #zuffer writings #holy shit that was sad #i need to write some fluff after this holy crap

[xaykwolf]

The way that some of the FNDM is so obvious in their misogyny makes me think about how the Charlie's Angels Reboot director made a much maligned quote of how men can't handle female leads. Honestly... she's right. That is, we guys can handle the kind of female leads who do not yield to the men. The strong female lead who bows out of the final act so the schlubby male lead can "man up" and fulfill his destiny AKA Trinity Syndrome.

(cont.) However, with RWBY... we don't get that. We don't get Jaune shoving Pyyrha to the side to deal with Cinder but vice versa. We don't get Weiss being motivation for Jaune to beat Cinder but the catalyst to heal her and get her back in the fight. We don't get Adam to be the badass freedom fighter with a dark sense of honor but a coward who intimidates to get the upper hand right out the gate. I vividly remember fans accusing RWBY of sexism against guys even before Monty's passing.

I have to actually laugh, Anon. First of all because of the complete misunderstanding of the term “sexism” and the fact that cis men (because LBR it’s not trans men who are saying this shit) cannot by definition experience it. But secondly cuz...well...what people seem to expect out of RWBY is so often far from what it actually is. It’s not your run-of-the-mill punchy-punch shonen fighting anime. Monty, Miles, and Kerry crafted this show with a very specific mindset that we saw during the trailers: the focus is on our girls. No matter how many secondary protagonists and side characters they introduce, the show is always at its best when the spotlight hangs over Ruby, Weiss, Blake, and Yang. This proves itself time and again, but to me V6 will always be the best example. IMO it’s the literal best volume to date, and that’s not even the shipper in me talking. They built these incredibly deep four young women, and when the attention is on them, they shine, and so does the show.

It’s not hard to see why men get so whiny over strong female characters who aren’t usurped by men. Our media loves to give the eleventh-hour upgrade and victory to males. We see it in every form of media out there, and I’m glad to see that content creators (usually women) are getting fed up with it. It’s old, it’s overdone, and honestly, it’s irritating as fuck. It’s irritating in the same way that plot-twist endings are irritating. We have a woman set up as a badass with potential to be a decisive force on the plot, but then suddenly that role is given to the absolute nobody she found and trained? Barf. What was all that setup for then? They should stop wasting my time and either let the woman be badass or just stop writing altogether. It’s lazy, misogynistic writing. And we (yes, including men) deserve better.

There’s a very specific framing to the men, both young and old, in RWBY that I appreciate more with each new show I consume. Not only do the young women have the focus, the boys who back them up do just that: back-up. Jaune’s semblance is healing, and while I may have a bit of my own contention with how they handled Weiss in that scene, it’s very important to notice Jaune’s ascension. In almost any other show, Jaune’s semblance would be revealed to be some awesome offensive force, a sort of deus ex machina that would blow Cinder away and win the day. But no, he’s a healer. His primary purpose is to help people get back in the fight. So much character growth from when we first met him, no? Ren’s semblance is pure support, and I LOVE HIM for it. His soul is meant to shield himself and others from Grimm detection. While it’s a shame we don’t get to see them use these to back up Pyrrha, I think the story MM&K told with her is its own kind of impactful. And yes, I will never stop missing her.

You bring up Adam, and as much as I could rant ad nauseum about him, I’ll try to keep the talk about him brief. Our intro to him was as this powerful, mysterious, broody, and admittedly fairly conventionally attractive dude. On the surface, he seems to be driven and strong, if a bit brutal, and it seems that he cares about Blake. That’s what we get from Black Trailer. It makes sense that people would latch onto him; he seems pretty cool! And hey, incel dudes can project themselves onto him to feel cool too (and he got to hold Blake uwu). But, if you’ll notice, I’ve carefully worded all of that. He Seems. Digging deeper, the villainous side of him shows itself even in Black Trailer, the signs masterfully planted to show that he will be Blake’s personal antagonist. We don’t see him for a while, so the people who project on him can easily ignore those signs and fanon about how cool and powerful and honorable he is. But his major reveal as a master manipulator and all-around creep? That wasn’t subversion of what they’d shown us, that was simple expansion atop the sociopathic and homicidal tendencies they gave him from day one. (This was brief, believe it or not...I could and would love to talk more about him as a villain tbh...)

Anyway, I’ve talked long enough for now. Thank you for the ask and for the opportunity to talk more about a show I love and how it seeks to defy the gross and sexist pervasive culture!

#Anonymous #RWBY And Misogyny #And To Be Clear: YES The Director Of The Charlie's Angels Reboot Was Right; Men Can't Take It When A Woman Beats Them #Women Were BANNED FROM BASEBALL Because A Woman Struck Out Babe Ruth And Lou Gehrig Back-To-Back #Like Geez Get Your Shit Together And Realize It Doesn't Make You Inferior...Unless You Think Women Are Inferior To Begin With #Which...Hmmm...Sounds Like Something You Should Maybe Address In Therapy #(Will I Take Any Opportunity To Suggest Therapy For People? Yes Lol) #We All Can Do Better And RWBY Is A Great Place To Start The Conversation For So Many Reasons #So Thank You Again! :)

[bluboothalassophile]

Hello. I'm sorry, please bear with me, I'm not going to make any sense , as I find it hard to put my thought on to paper. I love your blog. You made me fall in love with Jason and raven. I would have never thought of them together. I'm a sucker for Jason with the kids. I kinda wanted to put in a request but now can't think of any. Anyway I love your writhing and always look forward to when you write something new. Thank you. (Sorry if it's just a bunch of words that don't make sense)

Hello,

You’re thoughts are very well articulated and I’m so happy to hear you enjoy my blog! I know you didn’t put in a request, take your time on that, drop it off when you’re ready and I’ll work on it. In the mean time, you said you like Jason and Kids, and have fallen in love with JayRae so…

Here’s a snippet of an Untitled Hopes for a Bastard story and I hope you enjoy! =)

SPOILERS FOR HOPES FOR A BASTARD AHEAD!!!

Nothingbut a Ghost…

13 Years Earlier…

Hazel eyes watched from above as the spare took place.

The kid had black hair, a white streak, gangly, scrawnyteen, fifteen at most. He was small, under weight and size for sure. Theycalled him Shabh, he was good, a fast learner, vicious little fucker though.

The opponent for the kid today was the American, anAmerican, with blonde hair, blue eyes, brutish features. He was bigger thanShabh, though the boys were roughly the same age he guessed. The Americanthough was a meta, with full use of his brain, enhanced agility, speed,strength, and a healing factor. The American was proving to be the biggestasset from H.I.V.E., but the American was a brute and familiar.

The American was also the best of the apprentices they had,but today he felt would be a true test for the American.

The Demon’s Head had favored the American.

However, the Daughter of the Demon was favoring Shabh.

He glared down at the pit assessing the boys.

“What are you thinking Tiger?” a voice as him which had himglancing over his shoulder at the Dark Archer, who stared listlessly at thepit, there was a devoid of emotion in the Dark Archer. Bronze Tiger sat perchedjust a little ways off.

“American,” he answered. Shabh, for all his skill would nothave the strength or endurance to fight the American. This match would provenothing but what he and the rest of the League of Assassins knew, the Daughterof the Demon was too sentimental. The practical pick was the American, for theboy was stronger, faster, bigger and better.

~~~*~*~*~~~

His hair flopped in his eyes, and he stared across the wayat the American and he felt the familiar, heavy weight of the sword in hishand. The heat was mercilessly beating down on them, and he felt sweat rollingdown his temple as he stared at the other teen. The other teen looked like abrute, way older than he was, about the age of a college freshman which had hiseyes narrowing.

This was Ra’s’ champion.

He could see the appeal, guy was a warrior, and dangerous,and arrogant. The American smiled cruelly, and winds gusted, picking up thedirt.

The American moved, he got a proper hold on the katanna he’dbeen given. The American moved first, closing the distance, he charged to.Metal clanged, and he was hit by the full force of the guy. He went for speedas they rushed each other. His opponent was skilled but showy, he moved justfor killing, no show.

Twisting around he slammed his elbow into the guy’s side andknocked him back a bit and bought himself some breathing room. rushing hisopponent, he snarled a bit as he leapt up, metal clanged as they fought, hetwisted through the air. He landed and twisted as he felt the harsh air slashthrough his hair. There was a slash, he felt the blood the searing pain fromthe slash, as he narrowly evaded the sword for his head. He twisted and ran abit to get some distance between them and the American leapt over him. Henarrowly evaded the sword going for his head as he blocked, defense was hisgame. The American went for his feet which had him scrambling to keep his balancewhen he kicked dirt into the man’s eyes, knocking him back with his knee andlunging with a snarl.

The world took a green haze as he attacked without mercythen.

The blonde stumbled beneath the force of his assault when therewas a loud crack and he gasped as he was knocked sideways and off his feet intothe wall, his ribs were singing. He blearily glared up at a tall middle easternman with hazel eyes.

“Let me finish it!” the American snarled as he came at him,he tried to lunge for the blond but he couldn’t breathe!

“That is enough,” the man who had broken up the fight spoke.

“Yes,” he heard Talia said. “Take him to the healers, I willdeal with him.”

Firm hands hoisted him up and he shoved her off him as hestumbled on his own, there was a blood thirsty fury in him demanding he killthem all, but suddenly the world went black as he felt a sharp prick on hisneck before he collapsed.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Groggily he opened his eyes in his quarters as he winced,moving to sit up he saw Talia sitting at the edge of his bed glaring at him.

“You lost control,” she snapped.

“I was winning!” he growled. Suddenly there was a sharpstinging in his check as a loud smack filled his room. He looked up at her andglared.

“Losing control of the Pit to gain a victory is not winning,it is Suicide!” she snapped. “And you will learn control your you will be putdown.”

“Really? After all the trouble you went through to bring meto life again,” he sneered.

“You are nothing if you cannot control it! It will drownyou, and consume you! Get control!” she hissed before she stormed out and hefell back on his bed. Well… FUCK.

~~~*~*~*~~~

It was hours later when he was wandering the halls, lookingfor an escape, his hood up, his knuckles wrapped, the bruises from today werehealing on their own, and the world had a slightly green tint to his mind. Or atleast he thought it did.

He looked over his shoulder when a sound had his eartwitching, and he shoved his hands in his pockets as he ran a fingerreassuringly over the blade. A startled gasp escaped him as he tripped oversomething that he hadn’t remembered being in his path before he went crashingto the ground and there was an ungodly scream piercing the air. Covering hisears he begged for it to stop as there was this heated rage beneath his skinwhich had him wanting to howl in agony. Slowly pulling himself to his knees hesnatched the thing which was screaming to calm it and himself down.

“Shhh…” he cooed in the small ear as he ran his fingersthrough thick black hair and he felt the tiny form relaxing. “I got you,nothing bad will ever happen to you,” he promised as he pleaded with the kid tostop crying.

At those words the crying ceased, and he peered at the kidin his arms, he looked familiar and severe with those wide, icy blue-emeraldgreen (in no way hazel would be the appropriate way to describe these eyes).The toddler patted his cheek and smiled.

“Hafid!” Hands snatched the kid away from him and a sharpkick had his world going black as he slumped back against the wall.

“Stay away from that monster, he is beneath you!” was thelast thing he heard.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Present Day…

“Miss O’Mara says I’m the smartest in the class!” Terrygrinned as he sat on the passenger’s seat.

“Is that so?” Jason mused. He’d been stuck on kid duty forhis visit, so that meant taking Terry and Damian to school, as Helena was sickshe wasn’t going in today, and Matt was too young for school right now. Damian gloweredin the back seat, the kid being the classic moody teen; Jason was finding thatfunny as fuck.

“Yeah! I even get to go to the zoo! Daddy said so! I did sogood!”

“No shit, you’re a regular genius Terry,” Jason ruffled thekid’s hair.

“Yeah! Oh, did you and Rae make up yet!?”

“Queen and I aren’t fighting,” Jason sighed tiredly.

“Then why she dating this Jeri guy?” Terry demanded.

“Because Jason is a moron!” Damian muttered sourly.

“Because she and I were never together, and she is free todate whomever she pleases,” Jason countered.

“Jay big idiot,” Terry said twisting around to tell Damian that,and Jason groaned at Damian’s superior smirk. For the love of God someone getit through these people’s heads that a guy and girl could be friends!

“He is.”

“See, I smart, if I was big I’d marry Rae Rae!” Terrydecided.

“Oh, would you now jailbait?” Jason mused dryly.

“Yeah! She pretty, she smart, she fun, she cool, Raeperfect! Why aren’t you married!?” Terry demanded.

“Because maybe that’s my business and not yours, duck!” Jasongrinned maliciously at Terry, Damian rolled his eyes. Finally! Silence, he thought as he pulled up to the school and gotout to let Terry and Damian out. Terry clambered out, hugged his waist and ran forthe school and his friends.

“Terry is right, you are an imbecile,” Damian said gettingout of the car.

“Talk to me when you actually get a date,” Jason warned hislittle brother.

“You have been an imbecile for years about this! Now she’sdating a Wilson!” Damian grumbled.

“Hey, shorty, did you ever to stop to think that maybe sheand I don’t want to date and are happy being friends?” Jason asked coldly. Hisyounger brother rolled his eyes and stalked off which had Jason prayingdesperately for patience. He sucked at the good big brother act.

Driving home he got out of the Audi as he walked to thekitchen. The Raven and him thing was fine as it was, and Joseph Wilson treatedRaven like a Queen as far as he knew (and since he had stalked them on dates hewould know!). And if Joseph Wilson broke Raven’s heart then he, Harley, Ivy,and Victor would all be lined up to kick Joe’s ass into the grave. However,Terry, Helena, Mar'i, Lian, and even Matt thinking that he was dating ormarried to Raven wasn’t helping! Lian had kicked Joseph’s shins the other daywhen Joe had shown up to talk to him about getting Raven a gift.

He looked up when Bruce walked in, a crying Matt on hisshoulder.

“Terry and the Demon Spawn are at school,” Jason said as hewalked to the fridge and pulled out orange juice for Matt.

“Duke is coming home for the weekend,” Bruce said tiredly.

“He must be liking Princeton,” Jason said, he kept the envyout of his voice. That was a lifetime ago, and shit happened.

“The funny thing is the dean thought you were her studentthere once, Jason Peters,” Bruce said.

“Do I look like I could get into Princeton?” Jason grinned roguishlyand made a sippy-cup of juice for Matt who looked ready to cry with his unhappiness.

“Jason,” Bruce started.

“Could you get the Duck, and the Demon Spawn to STOPthinking I’m married to Raven, please?” Jason said changing the topic. He hearda set of footsteps coming, and pour another sippy-cup of juice for Helena.

“And what brought that on?” Bruce asked, his amusement clearand Jason glared at his dad as he caught the riot of curls that was HelenaWayne and hoisted her up to his hip.

“Because Terry asked if Raven and I were done fighting and Idon’t remember Rae or I being in a fight,” Jason sighed. “Besides, she’sallowed to date,” he pointed out.

“I don’t think I should get in the middle of this,” Brucesaid.

“Why the fuck not!?” Jason sputtered. Bruce got in themiddle of everything else! Why not an actual problem like this!?

“Because, Terry is right, as is Damian,” Bruce said.

“There is nothing between Raven and me,” Jason defended.There wasn’t! she was the best friend he’d had for years now.

“I saw the aftermath Jason,” Bruce said tiredly.

“Doesn’t prove anything,” he stated haughtily.

“Jason…” Bruce sighed.

“We Are Not Dating, Nor Will We Be Dating!” He growled. Hewasn’t fucking up everything he had with Raven for this to go sideways. Andbesides, if she knew everything about him she’d run as far and as fast away asshe could. They all would.

“Jason, don’t live to regret never acting,” Bruce said.

“You’re just saying that because you danced around marryingSelina for thirty years,” Jason sneered.

“Yes. That’s part of it,” Bruce said. “The other reason is Idon’t want you to be like me, and I don’t want you to have regrets!”

“Regret what? Not fucking up my best relationship because Idon’t act on a possible, unconfirmed attraction to her, or acting on it andfucking it up beyond repair; because I’m King of Fuck Ups B,” Jason snapped. Hedidn’t want to fuck up Raven and his thing.

“Jason,” Bruce sighed.

“Talk to the kids, please!” He said tiredly. Someone get them to stop this, someone get thefamily to stop shoving something that wasn’t there on him. He wasn’t fucking uphis friendship with Raven when she was literally the best damn thing he had inhis life.

“Don’t do something you’ll regret.”

“Oh, I’m not regretting this, I’d rather have a friend thana lover,” he assured Bruce. He just didn’t want to lose his best friend.

~~~*~*~*~~~

He watched them from afar, he watched them carefully as heassessed his options.

The League was destroyed.

His father dead.

His revenge squandered.

His leader dead.

And it was all because of Shabh, he would enact his revenge.He would finally show who was better, and he would rebuild the League ofAssassins with it’s true purpose.

But first he’d have to draw Shabh from the shadows…

He watched the pretty little woman on Jericho’s arm as shetalked levelly to the blond. The streets were tranquil.

He’d seen the woman before, with Shabh, and he had seenShabh’s great care for the woman. He could use that to get a ghost to come outto play.

He could finally show who was better! And the world wouldknow, once he had beheaded the infamous Red Hood for them to see. They wouldall see. He was not second best, he was the best.

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with his hindsight of having brought someone as consumed by evil deeds like Darth Vader back to the light. Does it really make sense that he would not think he could do the same for his nephew? This is the issue most people have. Its not that people can't change but given Luke's experiences, that scene makes no sense except that Rian couldn't think of any other reason to try and shift blame away from Kylo.

I think it makes sense, actually. Forget Rian Johnson for a minute and think about the time that has elapsed since the original trilogy. Bear in mind that I’m not in the fandom and have no desire to be, this is just my uninfluenced read. 

Anyway, take it back to just after ROTJ. Luke watched the Empire slaughter literally millions of people. He watched the Galaxy rebuild from this for decades. His sister’s home planet was destroyed and he probably dealt with her grief over that. His father’s shadow has lingered over the entire galaxy for years and years. A certain subset of people are lionizing his evil deeds and talking about bringing back the empire. They want to literally undo everything Luke and the Rebels originally did and make all of those deaths meaningless. 

When you get older, here’s a couple things that happen. You start thinking about the choices you made when you were young. You start really feeling the losses you have witnessed in your life and wondering if they could have been prevented. You think a lot less about individual heroics and more about how to plan for the future and protect as many people as possible (a big theme of TLJ overall). The purpose of the original rebellion was not to save Darth Vader, it was to overthrow the evil Empire. Yes, Luke made it a personal mission to save his father. He did save him, in the end. But what did that do for all the dead people? What did that do to prevent the empire from coming back? Apparently nothing, because it’s all happening again. Was one soul really worth the death of millions? Even your father’s? Even your own?

Now Luke’s been tasked as the sole custodian of the entire Jedi legacy and surely one of his main goals is to keep these young students from turning to the dark side of the force. And here’s his nephew worshipping Darth Vader. Asking all these questions about him and the empire and was-it-really-so-bad and yada yada. All the while growing immensely powerful and showing every evidence of actually wanting to bring back Vader’s genociding ways. He’s not just an average kid who reads about serial killers or whatever. He’s Darth Vader’s grandson with means, motive, and opportunity. 

We don’t get a lot of specific details about what Ben was doing that alarmed Luke so much, or how long Luke tried to work with him before things came to this point (it could have been years for all we know) but my read is that this is basically a Hitler As A Baby premise. Luke has the opportunity to potentially prevent many, many deaths by stopping an extremely powerful Sith from joining a bunch of Empire wanna-bes. If someone had killed Anakin before he became Darth Vader, how many lives might have been saved? And if Ben Solo went on to kill even one person, isn’t that a death Luke might have prevented, that he would blame himself for if he sat back and did nothing? Now think of the number of people we watched Kylo Ren kill in the movies alone, including his own father. Just hold that in your mind while you think this out.

Whether it’s the right or wrong decision to kill Ben Solo at that point, do I believe that Luke Skywalker would be tempted? Absolutely. To prevent more deaths, to prevent Ben going the way that Anakin did, to stop the Jedi ways from being used as a force for evil in the universe again, he was tempted. It makes sense to me that he would be tempted to do it after what he saw became of his father. You can even think of it as his own Dark Side temptation moment, depending on how you think of the Force and the whole Light/Dark thing.

But Luke passed the temptation. He didn’t do it. He was ashamed of the impulse and if Ben hadn’t woken up and seen him he would have gone on trying to teach the kid and turn him to the light.

(This is why Luke later wants to end the Jedi altogether - because people with access to that kind of power will be tempted to misuse it, the Jedi training doesn’t effectively train people not to misuse that power and if preventative murder is not an option (and it really shouldn’t be) then maybe the Jedi way is not the best way to use the Force.) ****

Now, did Ben Solo pass that same temptation moment? At the same turning point? Because he is totally justified in feeling betrayed there, and would even have been justified in killing Luke in self-defense. But he did a lot more than that. He slaughtered all the other innocent students, burned down the temple, and went on to join the Space Nazis. So fuck him. Luke didn’t force Ben Solo to become Kylo Ren. “Fuck it, I’m gonna be evil” is not not something he can blame on Luke. Every single thing he did from there on out is on him, and he proved to be an evil little shit.

This gets reinforced when we get another turning point for Kylo Ren in the throne room. He could have done a Vader there. The movie fakes us out that this is what he’s doing. He kills the emperor/Snoke and it looks like he’s doing it to save Luke/Rey. This is where the movie could have gone, oh, he just needed somebody to BELIEVE in him because he’s just MISUNDERSTOOD and that will turn him good! But the movie doesn’t do that. He doesn’t then embrace the light. He does the opposite. Vader didn’t try to convince Luke to turn Dark Side and take up the Emperor’s throne and keep going. And Kylo didn’t kill Snoke to save Rey. He wants the throne himself, and he can use Rey’s power to keep it. He tells Rey to rule the galaxy with him as fascist overlords and goes about trying to murder absolutely everyone, including Rey, for the rest of the movie. And Rey thoroughly rejects him, turns her back on him, and shuts the door on him. It’s done. He’s not redeemable, he doesn’t want to be redeemed, he blames his mistakes on everyone else and wants to go on endlessly revenging himself on innocent people because he’s sad or something. He’s a monster. A pathetic monster. He doesn’t get any more heroic shots or moments after that because it’s been proved he doesn’t deserve them. 

I guess where I part ways with your interpretation the most is that I don’t think this movie favors Kylo Ren at all. Rey in the Throne Room scene is doing exactly what Luke originally did - but this time it doesn’t work. And Old!Luke knew that would happen because of the hindsight of his years and because he saw Kylo fail at the Jedi temple. All of the lives and bloodshed he has caused are his own doing, and he needs to be stopped, not saved. If anything, the movie repudiates what Luke originally did, which is what people are *really* mad about, I think, even if they don’t exactly know it. The actual question that nobody’s asking yet is whether Darth Vader was worth saving in the original trilogy if it endangered the rebellion to do it. Much more interesting question imo.

But anyway - to your last point about shifting blame, Luke also gets the last word on this in the movie. Face to face with Kylo Ren, Luke explicitly apologizes for the mistake he made - the moment he was tempted to kill Ben Solo before he had actually done anything evil. That is always treated as a tragic mistake. But he also says, explicitly, that he is not trying to save Kylo Ren, and he rightly does not blame himself for the evil things Kylo has done. The movie ends on this beat, that every single evil choice Kylo made was his own doing, and he needs to be stopped, not saved. Then he doesn’t physically beat Kylo Ren in a lightsaber battle, he uses his Force powers in a way Kylo never imagined doing and could not detect to distract him long enough for the rebels to get away, and also, to humiliate Kylo Ren in front of the entire First Order. He proved he was an immensely more powerful Jedi with greater control over his emotions who doesn’t even have to kill or even physically face his enemy to defeat him. He says he knows Rey will carry on the Jedi legacy and she is stronger than Kylo Ren. The next generation of heroes – Finn, Poe, Rose, and Rey – will use the lessons of the previous generation to defeat the first Order. 

The next movie’s almost pointless after this except we get the pleasure of watching that play out. 

… I did not intend to write so much about The Last Jedi and I think I’ll stop there. I hope that at least explains how someone could plausibly read the opposite intentions out of that scene, when taking the movie as a whole. As an aside, I was also upset when that plot point was raised until I saw how it played out later in the movie, which made me feel differently. The movie doesn’t excuse Kylo or have Rey redeem him with her goodness or whatever like I was afraid it would, it does the opposite. And in the end I thought it humanized Luke a lot for me, although I certainly understand how making him more flawed would upset some fans of the character. But I don’t think it’s an impossible character progression at all.  

**** this little bit is another thing they did in the movie that I loved - Luke’s explanation of the Force implies that maybe it could be open for anyone to use, and the Jedi way of limiting its use to select special people is wrong. This interpretation is supported by the revelation that Rey isn’t descended from Jedis, as well as the little boy at the end of the movie. There isn’t a secret special bloodline that makes the superest force users, maybe this was all a Jedi construct to keep a monopoly on use of the Force as a Jedi thing. Maybe they’re the DeBeers cartel of this universe. This interpretation probably violates fandom lore of some kind and let me reemphasize that I do not care about that at all. 

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