#But murder is frowned upon

[ladydaybreaker]

Small rant

Spoilers for Ad Astra ahead.

Since What Friends Are For has started the Absolute End arc I knew that I was gonna go canon divergent. Because how the heckin' heck could I have predicted what we had in the show?!

So I thought I'd just put an author's note at the beginning of the arc and put it right before the chapter starts in bold and I'd be ok. Did that with the Mass Destruction arc and we were fine! Should be ok, yeah?

Oh. Oh no. Ohhhhh nonononno.

I've...gotten a lot of reviews demanding to do what canon did in regards to Uzi (and that they're gonna be depressed if I don't) and they hate the idea that I introduced a second option to deal with the Solver (the killswitch Virus). Or that they liked canon better (which is fine) because they had a certain character a-okay alive but I didn't (less fine). Or the "Um. Actually. This happened." (which reeeeeeally pissed me off not gonna lie because I did say I was going canon divergent. Specially since I started my future AU before ep7's release (I'm sorry guys I couldn't wait. I wanted to write soft fluffy things and let my favorites heal...). And there was no way I could have predicted what they did in ep8.

I'm...not gonna lie I'm a bit heartbroken because I have...this massive plan that I've spent months working on. That I've been drawing up and bouncing off ideas for with other writers...and I didn't want to throw it away. So I stuck to my guns. And then I have people who say they're going to be upset because I don't stick to canon? The heck? It's kinda disheartening because...I mean...it feels you guys don't trust me to deliver a good story. Especially when I've been doing this for multiple books now. And it really really hurts.

Spoilers for Ad Astra below.

I'm not doing the "Eldritch Goddess" Uzi. I never planned for anything like that and while I'm stoked that they kept Cyn alive in some form...that's not what I had planned for Ad Astra.

V is still remaining dead. I felt that her sacrifice means more this way. Does that mean she stays dead? No. Backups are a thing...but she's not gonna ride in on a Sentinel and beat the crap out of whatever is there. Sorry to disappoint. There are other characters who are going to be doing things though that she originally did in the episode.

There will be a different antagonist to fight than J. J's on the side of the heroes here. But that doesn't mean the Solver's going to fight alone.

Nori is going to have a little bit of a bigger screen time. As is Khan. Lizzy and Thad as well but not as much as the prior two.

J and Tessa will have very big roles to play alongside N and Uzi.

There will be a reason why there is no Absolute Solver Uzi. But the Solver will be destroyed.

There will be a new character making a cameo...one that has made appearances before but mia ciel is a little camera shy.

There will be some old faces that haven't been seen in person for a few books. At least...not completely.

I hate that I had to do this. I really do. But I'm just...so angry and so hurt. Because I want to make a good story for you guys. I really do. But you guys apparently don't trust me.

[mischievousspooks]

Squish

[woundlingus]

I have bad news about Castiel guys… he’s a mass murderer too :(

[windupaidoneus]

hold the fuck up. emet answered one of my questions & i just realised it. murder was likely frowned upon in ancient times as well & it's the 'not guilty of murder if i kill you' line that hints at it. truly he is the gift that keeps on giving

[enig-og-tro]

Came in to work covered in blood and had to explain to everyone that my grandmother hit her head and that i have in fact not murderd anyone on my way to work lol

[endlessnightlock]

yesterday I told my husband I have a low work tolerance

[venting-town]

Crazy stupid how people preach about FICTIONAL characters doing things such as as rape/dub-con/etc, yet actively consume FICTIONAL media about murder/abuse/etc and enjoy it/say nothing about it/etc

Let’s face it: beings/non beings/etc are hypocrites. Literal everybody/somebody/nobody/anybody/body/etc is

You’re allowed to dislike something. You’re allowed to hate something.

Doesn’t make people who like FICTIONAL rape somehow worse ( or better or etc ) than people who like FICTIONAL murder

It’s still violence. Full stop.

Going on and on about one being worse than the other, yet excusing the other as it being “ not as bad “ is completely ignorant, hypocritical, and flat out stupid.

You aren’t better ( or worse ) than somebody who enjoys one violent FICTIONAL situation than somebody else who enjoys a different FICTIONAL situation.

And yes. Fiction CAN sometimes affect reality. Just like sometimes it CAN’T.

Just because somethings CAN’T doesn’t mean somebody WON’T

Just because somethings CAN doesn’t mean somebody WILL

And I’m saying this as a sex trafficking/torture/abuse/severely traumatized person/entity. Not that this means that somebody who haven’t experienced these things can’t talk, or that somebody who has had it worse can’t talk

Just stating perspective because I want to

[karmacat107]

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you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

honestly, never really had a personal vendetta against anyone, much less enough of one to warrant homicide. obviously we're excluding objectively evil people here (various political figures, billionaires, etc.) and if one of them were in front of me of course the first instinct would be killkillkill. but i don't have much of a personal stake in that either, so that's not a very fun answer.

i would however take great pleasure in killing someone for a good friend or loved one though. someone i care about just points me in a direction and tells me to fetch. doesn't matter who it is on the receiving end. ideal scenario tbh

[almakfi-m]

truly i don't think basim was ever as disloyal as when he chose to have a family despite being a hidden one

[daz4i]

this is my first time reading a fyolai only fic (as in, one where it's not just a side ship for smth else) and it's a silly fake dating slice of life and yknow what? this fic got their characters better than any other one i read so far

[shadow-usagi]

in so much pain right now unless i keep still - good to know i'm too young to have this injury, and too young to get treatment

[tommyssupercoolblog]

Counterpoint: Jon is above the law and any and all other rules other people make for him, but Jon also has his own internal routines and "rules" that he's extremely attached to. Autistic ass behavior.

people who write jon as an extreme rules follower baffle me. he literally has his assistants committing crimes every other day in the name of research. that is not a man used to following the law.

[ceaselessbasher]

My current philosophy while working is: "Remember, you and your coworker might live in different countries, but murder is frowned upon in both places, so just ignore him as much as you can."

[itachiackerman]

I need to spill blood

[consideringarson]

This is for the twit who felt me up on the bus.

I hope you rot, you balding mother fucker.

Note im still getting used to Tumblr this is my first phone. Don't ask how I got it.

[somnoir]

Prodigal son beyond Time - part 2

Part 1 | Masterpost

Damian first met his great uncle Danyal when he is three years old. His mother says he's met him long ago, when he was but a babe with a memory too fuzzy to remember. But the man before him is his grandfather's favorite child. The son that scowls at his father as he cradled Damian in his arms.

"What have you done?" His uncle scowled, a gentle hand pressed against the back of Damian's head. "He's a child!"

"Danyal!"

"You weren't like this with me." Danyal spat, keeping Damian in his arms and pressing his lips towards his nephew's forehead. Damian notes how cold his uncle's skin felt like, but more welcoming than that of his grandfather's.

"Danyal, he is to be trained like a proper Al Ghul." Grandfather said, frowning at Danyal.

"You trained me like a proper Al Ghul when I was older than him!" Danyal immediately protested, "He's three!"

"Danyal—"

"Ukht, I understand that you wish the best for your son but this is not it." Danyal immediately said, looking apologetic for interrupting Talia, but went back to glaring at Ra's. "I've tried to tolerate the fact that you handle an assassin league, father but this? You taught me to be loyal to the family. You taught me to cherish the family, you're blood—why the fuck aren't you giving the others the same treatment you gave me?!"

"Because they are not you!"

Damian doesn't recall what truly happened that day, but he does remember how his uncle's eyes went from soft blues to the same shade that the Lazarus pits glowed.

Damian remembers everything going dark.

Damian grows up differently.

He continues on his training, but everything is kinder to him. The world is kinder when his uncle is home, having tea with grandfather and overseeing his training. Mother loves him and uncle Danyal the most, claiming that they are blessings to her life.

Grandfather is quieter nowadays, almost docile with his uncle around.

It's a little more peaceful. The assassin's continue to train, to fight. But their reign of terror fall upon those that are corrupt and destroying the world. It's one of the compromises uncle Danyal and grandfather have led too.

Damian grows up differently.

Damian's arrival to the Bats' lives was unprecedented and quite confusing. He was a child raised by assassins, a child raised to become the next leader of the league. But he was... Strange. Strange for that kind of standard. 

Damian was rather sociable, hostile but not downright murderous towards them. 

His uncle did make sure that he had friends in the league.

Ra's had been utterly ecstatic to find out that he had two more grandchildren while Talia was quite pleased to know that she had a niece and nephew. 

Damian had a pair of strange cousins who snuck him out of training to go watch the stars, often getting them scolded, but it was worth it. Dante was older than Damian by five years. He was what other would call an angsty teen with how he often rebelled against his father. Meanwhile, Janelle—preferebly Ellie—was only a year older than Damian himself. She was a mischievous person who made sure that everything around her was swallowed by her own chaos. So when he entered the manor, suddenly struck with the reality that he had multiple siblings instead of just one elder brother, Damian knew what to do. 

Murder was not the answer. 

But by the words of his gracious uncle and the wisdom of his excellent cousins: fight your siblings like a feral child but defend them by being even worse to others. 

So Damian's first act as Dick Grayson's younger brother was to bite him. 

The undead were restless, rising from their graves or haunting their own corpses. It wasn't something they usually dealt with, forced to call upon magicians. 

But even Constantine was bewildered by just how cursed Gotham's lands were. To bring back the dead. Jason was a miracle but this was like an abomination, a literal zombie. 

No one really knew how to properly deal with the dead...

Well...

"My uncle would be willing to provide his assistance in this matter." Damian piped up, examining the contained zombies from a safe distance. All eyes were quickly drawn to him, bewildered and questioning. 

"I hardly think that Dusan would be suitable for this." Bruce sighed. 

Damian scowled, "Not him. My grandfather's first-born is whom I speak off. He is knowledgeable in the occult arts of the dead." 

"Damian... Ra's Al Ghul only has one son." 

"Untrue. Grandfather's greatest pride was always my uncle. He is precious to grandfather and ensures that no one knows much off him. I expected you and Drake to be aware of the first born." 

Tim stiffened, "They weren't rumours?! Ra's actually has some cryptid son?" 

Bruce, who had heard of the old tales of the Demon head's beloved heir, had always thought they were stories to scare the assassins. He's never seen the man, nor has he found any evidence of him in the league. 

Jason finally started paying attention, "So the league's golden boy can help? Dami, I don't think Al Ghul will even let his favorite kid anywhere near us." 

"You underestimate my uncle's love for me."

"You met him?" Bruce quickly interjected. 

Jason shrugged, "He helped me out back then. Patched me up when the pit madness got worse and helped me manage it. But his face was usually covered and no one really knew his name."

"Aside from myself, grandfather, and my mother." 

Bruce frowned, "Nyssa and Dusan don't know their brother's name?" 

"Grandfather says that they do not have the privilege of knowing his name. Mother was the first of his other children to have met my uncle."

"And what about you? You won't give us his name?" 

Damian scowled, feeling rather displeased with his father's choice of words. "Names are powerful, father. My uncle taught me this when I was young." 

Constantine narrowed his eyes, "You're uncle some kind of fae, kid?" 

"Watch your mouth, hellblazer. He does not like you." Damian hissed, having heard all his uncle's rants about the Laughing Magician, especially whenever he'd just randomly pick up Talia and walk around Nanda Parbat like she was a kitten rather than a deadly assassin. "But I shall call upon my great uncle and ask him for assistance. This matter with the undead shall surely pique his interest."

"Tell the old man I said hi!" Jason cheerfully added, sounding quite pleased to hear about the mysterious uncle. 

"No." Damian blatantly denied. As much as he loves Todd (and he will never admit that), he was not going to let anyone threaten his status as his uncle's favorite child. Over his dead body. 

Damian was quick to walk away from all of them, quickly retrieving all the materials he'd need to summon his uncle. Dark green paint for the summing circle, five candles, and an astrology book. 

"Bats... Why the hell is your son performing a summoning ritual? For a ghost of the realms too." Constantine's tone was strained, clearly disturbed and wary of Damian's actions. 

"Damian." Bruce warned but Damian just waved him off. He watched as Jason started lighting up the candles, humming an unfamiliar tune. 

"D'you think the old man will help us?" 

"Of course! Uncle adores me." 

"You think he'll give me his name?"

"I will gut you, Todd." Damian immediately responded with the most nonchalant tone he could ever give. 

Jason shrugged, before taking a step back. 

"Damian! Whatever you're summoning—" 

"I'm summoning my uncle, father. He's the best person to go to with these issues." Damian insisted, before muttering something unintelligible under his breath.

Bruce was startled when Constantine grabbed him, eyes wide and rapidly turning pale. "Why the hell does your son know how to speak the language of the—"

Fire burst forth from the circle, slowly morphing into an icy blast. 

"Dead." Constantine's breath hitched, "Holy shit, your brat just summoned the ghost king." 

Bruce grabbed Damian the moment a hand emerged from the blast of cold. He shoved his on behind him, suddenly feeling frightened as his entire body felt goosebumps. Fuck. Did Damian really just perform a summoning ritual for such a powerful being? He never expected for Ra's to brainwash his son into believing that such a powerful thing—

"Nephew!" 

Bruce blinked, suddenly blinded by the light. 

"Uncle!" Damian escaped from his grasp, rushing into the circle. Constantine practically screamed once Damian ran into the arms of what was supposedly his uncle and the ghost king. 

In front of Bruce was the most gorgeous man he's ever met. 

The floating hair that reminded him of snow and the green eyes that were purer than the Lazarus pits. He couldn't help but swallow thickly, blinking. Damian was held up by the ghost king, allowing the boy to nuzzle into the crook of his neck. 

"Hello, dami (my blood)." The king cooed, his pronunciation of the nickname much different from the shortened version of Damian's name. "I was not expecting you to call me. What's happened, my dear?" 

Damian hummed, but before he could speak, he was immediately interrupted.

"Long time no see, old man!" Jason yelled, waving his arm as if he wasn't in the same room as the king. 

"Jason! Hello! How are you? The corrupted ecto hasn't returned, has it? If it has, just tell me. I'll schedule a check up with Frostbite." The king quickly fussed, not minding the way Damian was baring his teeth at Jason. "Damian, behave!" 

Damian just seemed to whine, refusing to behave and opting to pestering the king. 

"I'm good, uncle. Haven't gone out crazy since you took me to the doctor." Jason smiled, already ripping of his domino mask to show that his eyes were green tinged with blue, not glowing green like the pits. 

"Good, good. But I really must know why I've been called." The king softly said, directing his words to Damian who was already trying to wriggle our his grasp. Gently, the king settled Damian back on his feet. 

"Right. Uncle, my father, Batman. Father, this is my uncle." Damian introduced, his tone hurried and a bit hesitant. 

The king, Damian's uncle, smiled at Bruce. "Hello there, Mr. Wayne. I've wanted to meet you for a long time." The king hummed, "My name's Danny, but the Al Ghuls call me Danyal." 

"Uncle!" 

"Hush, hush, Damian. I can give my name to anyone I want. I don't suppose that your father is worthy of it."

Bruce really should be more concerned about the fact that the king knew his name. 

"But what of the others?" 

"Little one, I sent Nyssa and Dusan letters ages ago. But rest assured, dearest Talia is still the first to earn it." Danny—Danyal—the ghost king softly spoke and patted Damian's head. "And... Oh, it's you."

"Your majesty!" Constantine enthusiastically greeted while Danny scowled. 

"Tax evading bastard." Danny huffed, shaking his head before promptly ignoring the tax evading bastard in question. 

"Damian." 

"The dead are rising."

Danny blinked, blinked again, before he groaned and shook his head. 

"Okay, sorry. That seemed to be caused by an error on my side. Some prisoners of my realms started a riot and some of them managed to break out. Some have most likely decided to overshadow their old bodies." Danny sighed, "I'll have this taken care of. Apologies for the inconveniences."

"These... Zombies have been wrecking havoc across my city." Bruce frowned, "They've been harming people."

"Vengeful spirits do that. They're criminals meant to be in prison. It's rare for breakouts to happen, in all honesty." Danny paused, just long enough to run his fingers through Damian's hair. "But if you wish to take charge, by all means. These are corpses being possessed by their own spirits and... Well... They're out of their minds. Not really considered revenants since the possession isn't quite permanent." 

"Alright, Bats. We've gotta make a proper deal here. His Majesty was summoned so we've gotta offer him something—" 

"That's not necessary." Danny immediately waved Constantine away, evident displeasure from the man. "The sigil I gave Damian was just to call me to him. No need for an exchange."

"Seriously?" Constantine blurted out. 

Danny just shrugged, "He's family. And my favorite nephew." 

Damian smirked, absolutely smug. "I am your only nephew, uncle."

"Mm... Jason's also my nephew." Danny chuckled softly, easily stepping out of the circle and removing it from the floor—leaving not a single stain. "Now... Shall we deal with the dead?" 

Bruce Wayne has made many bad decisions in his life, especially when it came to his relationships. Damian's ghost king of an uncle might be one of them.

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