#but they are not above black mail or emotional manipulation to protect him

[elizabethemerald]

"Do you think he's dead?"

"Nah, if he was dead he would make more work for daddy."

"Oh wait! I think he's waking up!"

Red Hood woke up with difficulty, his ears still ringing from the explosion that he had been far too close to. Fuck he hated how explosive happy every rogue in Gotham was. Himself included.

He opened his eyes and was eventually able to focus them to see two kids with black hair with their faces inches from his. He tried to raise his head to get a look at his surroundings past the kids but it felt like it weighed a hundred pounds.

"Is my helmet still on?" He slurred the words out, but the two kids, one boy and one girl seemed to be able to understand him.

"Yeah, I wanted to play with your helmet, but Daddy says its fucked to brim with explosives." The girl said, and he could hear her tapping on his helmet which did nothing good for his helmet.

"Hey, language."

"Seriously? Aren't you a crime lord?" The boy gave him the most condescending look Hood had ever experienced. Why the hell did a kid have the ability to give a dirty look like that?

"Just because I'm a crime lord doesn't mean I wasn't raised right." Hood said as he tried to sit up. Neither of the kids were very helpful as the boy continued to sit on his chest as he flailed and the girl kept grabbing his arms and moving them around like she was dancing with him.

"You know, I think you being a crime lord exactly means you weren't raised right." A new, older voice said. "Look at you, people who have good childhoods don't dress like you do."

The new person walked into Jason's field of view, and revealed himself to be the mysterious, yet helpful Danny. A new person in Crime Alley who had made a name for himself by helping people out. Giving kids a place to stay and a warm meal, protecting the working girls, repairing just about any broken appliance he could get his hands on. Hood was keeping an eye on him to make sure he wasn't a rogue in the making, and to ensure that if he was just a good guy, that he stayed safe.

"Hey, I'll have you know that exactly one person tried to raise me as an upstanding gentleman and I will be back in my grave before I let his lessons go to waste." Jason said.

Danny lifted his kids off Jason's chest and he was finally able to sit up and look around at the apartment he was in. He could feel heavy bandages on his torso and arms and vaguely remembered one of his guys pulling him out of some rubble and saying they were going to bring to someone who could help. He had kind of expected to wake up in Leslie's clinic, but maybe Danny was closer.

"Yes, yes, I'm sure he's very proud of you. Now you pretty haggard when you were brought in, but I think I've fixed everything that can be fixed. You'll still need a couple days of rest before you hit the streets or rooftops in your case."

"Thanks kid. What do I owe you?" Jason asked. Now that he could see clearly he could see that Danny was at least 4 years younger that Jason was. This kid really is a teen dad out here in Crime Alley taking care of his neighbors. Gods above Jason hoped this kid would make it to adult hood.

"There's no need for repayment-"

"Shut it daddy!" The girl said pressing herself into Jason's space followed by her brother.

"You can make sure The Bastard can't hurt daddy anymore!" The boy said, the meanest glare ever on his face. The kid could give Batman a run for his money with that glare.

"Now, Dan, Ellie, we don't need-"

"The last time The Bastard took daddy he tied him up and made him scream!" The girl, Ellie said. Tears flooded her eyes as she grabbed Hood's shoulder and weakly shook him. "Please Mr. Hood, you gotta stop him from hurting my daddy!"

Jason stood with difficulty without shaking the girl off. Oh he had heard rumors of "The Bastard." The other parent of the two little mites, some fucking piece of shit who knocked up a teen transman.

"Don't worry kiddos, if this fuckwit shows his face in My Alley, it will be the last thing he ever does. You have my word on that."

Jason could feel the Pit bubbling and churning in his gut as rage filled him. Yet he didn't feel out of control. For the first time Jason felt fully in control of his rage, and he had a target to aim it at.

DcxDp prompt

Teen dad Danny Fenton moving into Crime Alley and getting a reputation for helping. Street kids willing to babysit Ellie and Dan while he’s job hunting can spend the night, have a meal, get cash, whichever they choose. Sec workers who do Ellie’s hair/nails/babysit some nights also get the same benefits. He will treat anyone with injuries for the low price of showing Ellie and Dan their guns/taking them to the observatory/getting him job opportunities.

All of the people in Crime Alley know the single meta dad with two kids, who has helped half the alley at least. Everyone is also aware of how Ellie calls her other parent ‘The Bastard’, and how bad their nightmares are, the ones they have to call Danny for(A few of his repeat guests have seen the scars and burns on his arms. Some of the older street kids recognize that hunted look he gets when people touch him when he doesn’t know they are there. Some of the sec workers notice how protective he is of his kids, and the younger workers. No matter who they are, they all notice how Dan gets quiet and angry when asked about his ‘other dad’. They all have sworn never to let those kids go back to the other dad, Danny included. They are a part of Crime Alley now, and they protect their own)

Danny doesn’t realize how far his reputation goes/how much everyone trusts him until two of his regulars bring in an injured Red Hood, promising him whatever he wants in exchange for him helping their boss.

[thephantomessoftheopera]

Notes on Gaston Leroux‘s „The Phantom of the Opera“ - Chapter 27: „End of the Ghost‘s Love Story“

Artwork by @flaviamarquesart

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“End of the Ghost’s Love Story” is the most powerful chapter in the novel, because it reveals the full extent of Erik’s love for Christine. It is also the one that makes the story truly extraordinary, because it redeems his character and lifts him above the level of a gothic villain, who is usually defeated and punished in the end. This is why he is generally considered a “Byronic Hero” (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Byronic_hero). The Byronic hero is a complex, often tragic form of romantic anti-hero who is generally more villain than traditional hero, but who has at least one redeeming quality (usually connected to love) which makes him a sympathetic figure despite his flaws and/or crimes. The character type was created by the English poet Lord Byron in his works such as “The Corsair” and “Don Juan”, and became extremely popular in the 19th century. Except for his looks, Erik fits that classic character type in almost all other aspects (highly intelligent, tortured, violent, ruthless, manipulative and driven by an all-consuming passion).

The chapter’s title also makes it clear that the whole thing is a love story at its core - everything in the novel happened because Erik fell in love with Christine. It is, and has always been, the story of Erik’s love - he is the one character we follow up until the end.

The final chapter is narrated by Leroux again, but it draws on what the Persian supposedly told him when he went to visit him in his flat in the rue de Rivoli. When the Persian wakes up after losing consciousness in the water, he and Raoul are resting in the Louis-Philippe room, and Erik and Christine are taking care of them. Raoul has already woken up before the Persian, and is now asleep again.

The room itself astounds the Persian in how ordinary and old-fashioned it looks, and how much it contrasts with Erik’s general appearance (remember that the Persian had never been in Erik’s house before). Erik explains to him that the furniture once belonged to his mother, which explains why the style is so different from his bedroom, which is decidedly more „Erik“. The Persian also wonders why Christine, who is moving silently through the room and then sitting down beside the fireplace, ignores both Raoul and himself when tries to call her. The Persian believes that Christine is reading “The Imitation of Christ”, which is significant and which I will come back to a little later. The “opposites” theme is also present in this scene again, describing Erik’s figure as black and a demon, and Christine’s as white and an angel. The Persian finally falls asleep again.

When he wakes for the second time, Erik has already delivered him back to his flat according to the promise he made to “his wife”. The Persian immediately sends to find out what happened to Raoul, and learns that Raoul has disappeared and that Philippe’s body has been found on the shore of the lake under the opera house. The Persian has no doubt that Philippe was drowned by Erik (or “the siren”), and decides to denounce him to the police. However, his testimony is ridiculed, and he - like Raoul - is taken for a lunatic. The Persian then decides to write everything down and later hands his manuscript to Leroux (which is what we’ve been reading in these last chapters).

When he has finished writing his account down, Erik comes to visit him. He is clearly unwell and described as weak, leaning against the wall and “pale as a sheet”. The Persian accuses him of murdering Philippe and wants to know what happened to Raoul and Christine, whether they are dead or alive. Erik denies murdering Philippe, but the Persian doesn’t believe him. We don’t really know the truth though, so the “murder mystery” has no definite resolution and turns into more of a side note.

Erik tells the Persian that he is about to “die of love” for Christine. As I’ve mentioned before, I believe that the most likely physical cause of his death would really be the gunshot that Raoul fired at him, and a possible infection following that injury which would lead to his precarious state of health as seen in this chapter. This could metaphorically also be described as “dying of love” (because he wouldn’t have caught that bullet if he hadn’t been in love).

After turning the scorpion, Christine begged him to save Raoul, and she had already offered before to accept his proposal if he gave her the key to the torture chamber, but Erik did not care then, because he did not believe her. But when she swears to him that she will become his “living wife”, it‘s different as he finally sees in her eyes what he has been hoping to see - Christine’s genuine commitment. She means to go through with her promise and is accepting him as her husband at that moment - and this is why her commitment is powerful enough to break through to him.

According to their agreement, Erik takes the Persian aboveground, but since Raoul probably wouldn’t agree to leave, Erik drugs him and locks him up in the dungeon beneath the fifth cellar. Then he returns to Christine, who stands calmly waiting for him. Erik suddenly feels “shyer than a little child” as he approaches Christine, but she does not back away from him. He tenderly kisses her forehead and is overwhelmed with how good it feels to kiss her, as no woman has ever allowed him to, not even his mother. Christine even leans into his touch a little, and remains close to him after the kiss, „as if it were perfectly natural“.

Fear and disgust are very powerful, primal emotions, but Christine‘s feelings for Erik are strong enough to overcome both. Considering that no one, not even the Persian, was able to even look at Erik’s face without horror, I feel that Christine must have cared very deeply for him, as she allows his kiss without fear and without recoiling from him at all, even after everything he has put her through.

He falls at her feet and starts crying of happiness, and seeing his tears, Christine starts to cry as well. Erik tears off his mask so that he won’t lose any of her tears on his skin, and still Christine shows no sign of horror or disgust. And she doesn’t only allow him to touch her, but she also touches him of her own free will and takes his hand, saying “poor, unhappy Erik”. I feel that this is the moment when the full expanse of his life’s tragedy truly hits her. She is not only the first woman, but the first person in his entire life to treat him with tenderness and acceptance.

Gratitude and love for her overwhelm him and make him realize that he has forced her choice. He puts the gold wedding ring into her hand, setting her free and telling her that he knows she loves Raoul and that she is free to go and marry him whenever she pleases. He „calmly cuts his heart to pieces“ and puts her happiness before his own in this final expression of true love and sacrifice. For as damaged as he was, the ending proves that Erik truly loved Christine because his love is ultimately selfless. There is also no bitterness in his feelings towards Christine after she leaves - he has always loved her, and still continues to love her. He still feels protective of her: “I’d better not hear that anyone has touched a single hair on her head!” Christine gave him “all the happiness in the world”, and he is grateful to her for this gift. His love for her redeems him as a character and proves to be his moral compass - before, he considered himself “outside the human race” and therefore not bound by common moral values.

In the previous chapter, Christine is shown reading what the Persian believes to be “The Imitation of Christ”. I don’t think that is a coincidence, and I also believe that the name “Christine” was perhaps even chosen for her on purpose (she was originally named Pauline, according to Leroux’s manuscript). Christine becomes a “Christ figure” here in two ways: through her sacrifice, she saves the lives of Raoul, the Persian and everyone in the Opera. But she also offers acceptance and love to a sinner, an outcast who has been shunned by society - and this is an extremely powerful gesture. She possessed the strength necessary to see Erik as a human being, and that is what sets her apart from everyone else. Her love here transcends the realm of romantic love and becomes almost divine - all-encompassing, forgiving, healing.

Christine may superficially fit the traditional image of a “damsel in distress”, but the would-be hero who was coming to rescue her didn’t get very far, nor could he do anything to save her. The only hero who saved Christine was Christine herself - and she also saved everyone else: Raoul, the Persian, everyone in the Opera, and Erik. Both Christine and Erik show incredible bravery in this chapter: Christine‘s bravery shows in her truly accepting Erik as a man and in saving Raoul, and Erik‘s bravery consists in letting her go, relinquishing his one chance in his life of having everything he has ever dreamed of.

Erik then goes to free Raoul and brings him to Christine, where Raoul and Christine kiss. Christine swears to Erik that she will come back to bury him with the ring, and then she finally kisses him before they leave.

Seeing Erik weeping and overcome with emotion, the Persian no longer doubts him. Erik tells the Persian that when he feels he is close to dying, he will send the letters that Christine had left with him and a few of her personal objects to him, and that this would be the cue for the Persian to put an obituary notice in the newspaper so that Christine and Raoul would know. Interestingly, that entire arrangement hinged on Erik himself announcing his death without anyone confirming it, because he could only mail things to the Persian if he was still alive. This leaves a lot of blank space for the reader’s imagination, because who knows if he really died…? The Persian, at least, never saw him again, but announced three weeks later that “Erik is dead”.

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[dokifluffs]

Your Ex Wanting You Back | Ushijima, Bokuto, Kuroo

Pairing: Ushijima X Reader (gender neutral), Bokuto X Reader (gender neutral), Kuroo X Reader (gender neutral) 

Genre: angsty, love

Request: “can i request a hc to your ex wanting you back while you’re with them..? for bokuto, kuroo, ushijima? tysm i love your writing” -anon

Author’s Note: omg I loved writing this sm and I added an angsty, bad relationship past with Y/N and the ex teheh. Thanks for requesting, anon! Hope you all enjoy!! 

Warnings: implementations of manipulation of money (Ushijima), Black mailing (Bokuto), and verbal abuse (Kuroo) ((Also, their names is not THEM doing that to y/n, it’s what their y/n experienced with their ex)) 

Ushijima: 

Arriving at the gym a bit early, you stood near the doors where the teams would be entering so you could wish Ushijima the best of luck

Though he didn’t really need it with his skill and raw strength but it was the thought that counts

The audience slowly began to take their seats, chatter filling up the spacious gym as the teams entered

You suddenly felt hands crawl up your sides, making a smile spread across your features

“Ush- you,” the smile faded when you turned around to find your ex instead of the loving boyfriend you were with

“Since you’re here, why don’t we catch up, hm?” He asked with his hands still on you, his fingers squeezing your side

This made you feel very uncomfortable since it brought up bitter memories you had with this guy

His lies came out as easy as breathing to him and it made you sick

The countless number of hours you wasted being with him, thinking he actually cared about you when all he cared about was using you for his own benefits

The cigarettes he was able to buy with the money he “borrowed”

All your emotions you thought you left behind you suddenly churned inside of you, making you feel sick seeing his face so close to your face once again

His Smokey breath right in your face

“Get off of me,” you demanded as you tried to pry his hands off of you but he was strong

It made you remember the grasp he had on you and how sour things ended between you two but it was for the best of course

“Don’t be like that, bab-“

“They said to stop.”

A strong latch was held onto his wrist forcing him to release you

“Hey, who do you-“ the words stopped from his lips as he turned around to look up, seeing the Ushijima

He looked down to him with his stoic eyes as well as his team looking from behind their captain with their piercing and intimidating eyes

Y/n protection squad has arrived

He knew exactly who this man before you was

Those nights he held you close in his arms to soothe you of your sadness and the pain he inflicted on you

Ushijima usually felt neutral to everyone but he was disgusted by him

“Don’t come near them again,” his voice low as his rumbled in his throat

With that said, the guy scrambled off and his team continued into the gym to follow their warm ups while Ushijima stayed behind

“Are you okay?” He asked placing a hand to your shoulder

“Yeah, thanks,” you gave him a relieved smile as you took his hand from your shoulder into yours

“Good luck today. Win another one,” you said as you pressed a kiss to the back of his hand

His lips pulled into a thin smile as he nodded before joining the rest of the team with their stretches

Bokuto (ft. Akaashi): 

The sun was hot as it beamed down on you and a few of the other managers from other teams as you all took your turns to fill up the water bottles for the teams

The gym felt hotter on the inside since there was poor air circulation and it didn’t mix well with five high school volleyball teams playing for almost the entire day

But it was all for the better to help their skills as players and bonds as a team

You chatted with the other managers about the teams until it was finally your turn to fill up the water bottles for your team, Fukurodani

“You guys don’t have to wait for me,” you said as you waved off to them as they carried their water caddies, bringing them back to the sweltering gym

As you turned, back toward the faucet, you were met with a sudden chest that made you fall back, knocking some of your bottles to the ground

“Y/N, what a coincidence to see you here,” the silky voice of your ex made chills run up your spine as he squatted down to your level

“You looks so cute with that expression on your face,” his hand holding your jaw with his sinful eyes looking into your eyes, taking in the shaken look over your features

You shook out of his grasp, picking up the water bottles all around you so you could fill up your bottles and be on your way

You could hear your heart racing in your chest and the cold feel of fear spreading in your chest making goosebumps rise over your skin in the heat

“Do you want to model again for me?” He asked dangerously close to your ear

“Please go away,” you moved away, trying your best to fill up the bottles

“Oh come on, those pictures I took of you were beautiful,” his voice sensual in your ears, it brought up all the shameful memories

How were you so naive you didn’t realize how wrong things were before it got so bad

“What do you think you’re doing here,” the sound of Bokuto’s voice pulled you out of the dark as he grabbed the guy’s shoulder from behind, forcefully pushing him away from you

The guy was rendered useless seeing Bokuto with Akaashi behind him knowing he wouldn’t win if he got into a fight

“I strongly suggest you leave,” Akaashi spoke straightforwardly

“Tch, whatever” he spit as he carried on his way, away from the three of you

You let out a visibly relieving sigh as you looked up to the sky to blink away the tears you felt stinging at your eyes

“I’m here,” Bokuto’s voice was much softer with you along with his touch as he took you into his arms despite how sweaty he was

But you didn’t care

He was the one in your life, not that revolting excuse of a human

Akaashi and Bokuto helped you finish filling the bottles and carried them back to the team, cheering you up by telling you the weird dance the Karasuno team as they chanted about meat for some reason

Kuroo (ft. Kenma): 

The sky was a beautiful mix of golds and rich oranges as the sun was on its journey to set beyond the horizon, making way for the early night

You walked with Kenma and Kuroo as the three of you walked to the convenience store for some drinks after their practice

You listened intently in the good atmosphere around with your best friends and your love, Kuroo as he told you about how funny Lev was when he failed syncing with Kenma’s sets

This got Kenma to sigh, going on a little tangent as he continued to walk and play on his device

Your bright laughter lifted their energy a bit more and Kuroo loved your laugh

It made it felt like nothing could go wrong in the world

You waited outside the store as the two went in to get drinks and you watched the horizon, taking a picture of the golden sunset, your eyes wide at the beauty of nature

“I see you’re still taking those stupid pictures,” the sound of scoffing was right in your ear

You flinched automatically away from the voice as you turned to see him again

And it suddenly felt like a wound was opening in your chest. A wound you thought closed when Kuroo helped mend it

How was he able to rip it open it easily

“Aw, don’t give me that look, Y/N. I’ve missed you,” he said as he slowly took steps toward you as you instinctively stepped backs the words you wanted to say to him stuck in your throat

But what did you want to say when he was always able to turn the words back to you, the venom rolling off his tongue

“Haven’t you missed me too?” He asked, his face dangerously close to yours as he backed you against a telephone pole on the side of the street, one arm over your head while his other tucked in his pocket

“I know you have,” he purred, smirking devilishly as the hand that was resting above your head cane down to stroke your face

“Don’t touch them,” Kuroo spoke with a sweet sound in his voice, a smile on his face but you could feel his anger

You had told him and called him countless times when you woke up at night cause of he words your ex had seared into your mind about you

All were false but words had a way with sticking

The hold he had on the guy’s hand was almost bone crushing as he controlled his temper around the guy who had hurt you so badly

He never wanted to see him and he never wanted to see you so sad

He wanted to see the smile you were able to show him after a long time

“Oh? And what’re you gonna do?” He mistakingly asked

“I’ll show you something to be scared of, you piece of trash,” Kuroo cursed as he squeezed the guy’s hand until his knuckles were white, his entire demeanor different as he sent a death glare at the guy

“Alright, alright,” he finally piped up, trying to hide the clear pain Kuroo was putting on his hand

Kuroo let him go and watched him go off, sending him a glare when he looked back, standing in front of you so he couldn’t even see you

“Let’s go home,” his aura lighter around you as he handed you a drink nonchalantly, holding you close with his arm wrapped around your shoulders protectively

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[captainkurosolaire]

Comprehend Don’t Glimpse (3/3)

They made their way towards the bridge outside the town tension was at overflowing high. Confrontation and a battle would happen no-doubt, one Brass stayed in-front while the other was back, sandwiching him to prevent escape. Each prepped for a quick unsheathed of their blades. They still weren’t sure about this though superiority led them relaxed they held the power and control believably. The pirate held little protectiveness against the sandstorm that flurried throughout. Though an assurant thing was they couldn’t supervise over the orphanage this far from their station. But the problematization is clear. He’d have to commit his first-act of being the label and sinner. To maintain freedom and survive, he’d have to murder. Up to this point he never did so it was his compassion and wishing to solve a different-means. Though in this world, the era they were in, cards dealt presently, this wasn’t arguable or could be reshuffled. To this Pirate, this was his keepsake. He required in being above, to shape possible woven strings and preserve openings of change. To have the gall to destroy history’s webbed line of repetiveness. Instead, of remaining idly silent and pacified to unchanged wrongs.

[Previous]

He manipulated and made a schematic of events that played out. As they approached the bridge, he paused tightening the laces on his studded boots that were often loosen an extra excuse using them as a fighting style to use them as projectiles, “Hurry up.” He was hastened by the Brass as they held little patience in their voice even though the sand didn’t affect them with their headgear. As he quickly came back up his hands touched the soils of the desert taking a lump of piled sand and stuffed it into his pockets. Then shoved encouragingly to continue walking. -- “Ah! There ye see the silhouette!?” Solaire rung out a brief but it was only a shadow’s setting sun of the bridge locked behind the gusting dust devil, there wasn’t any breakage or road as he mentioned, but he knew they wore eye folds that had minuscule slits that obscured them in this sands. The one in-front didn’t bite he wasn’t removing the veil. The one behind however would attempt to see. “There’s not-” In every action fast-paced battle drew to siren belled ring. He quickly spun around using the gathered sand and letting it slide into the eyes of the behind Brass causing him to stagger. He closed his eyes to tiny slants leaving little room affected back from particles, though unlike them, his Miqo’te senses proved heightened to steer him. The leading would turn and draw quickly slashing back, “YOU’RE DEAD!” He rung out, he’d quickly skid beneath the ankles in a slide of mobility and his tail propelling with agility getting behind the man trying to shake off his eyes blocked. Before the connection hit, the Seeker of the Sun latched and grabbed the other Brass by the wrists forcefully and unsheathing his blade blocking the blow and then drop-kicking him to his spine and landing on his hands, this propelled the man. As the unhurled Brass leaped from colliding to the other. By doing this he tripped and landed directly on his own blade in a slant heaving an instant folly by evading his partner. It was an incidental fatality. Kuro didn’t intend to take a life that way, he expected the other to be in the thoughts of another to aid but he remembered this Brass was remorselessly out for himself. Inexperience and staggering with emotions Kuro slept up allowing the man remaining enraged. He charged against as Kuro linked and hooked up grabbing the other man’s arms to prevent the strike holding in a struggle of power. As he tried keeping his head away from the blade that was skin-close to him. He went for a dirty-package kick but the pirate would only hit chain-mail. A blow-kick came forward that he’d block with his own knee. But the headgear Brass headbutted the Plunderer causing him to fall back landing with a thud. Now prone and exposed, the Brass attempted to slay the downed pirate with a puncturing directionally downward strike with all his force! The Miqo’te held little room to dodge he had to block creatively. The two-sides of his long legs and soled-boots came meeting between the sides of the blade locking it into place. Steel caressed and ripped through his coat and lightly grazed his skin. He couldn’t maintain. He used his palms and lifted in a back-roll which lunged and jerked the blade to disarm the Brass of the weaponry. Thrown off from both’s reach. Kuro stood back up from the agile roll. However, as he spun to retrieve the blade first. The Brass unlatched from his back a buckler and darted forward bashing the Seeker in the back of the skull, causing crimson to pour. He used the buckler as a blunt object and took his knee and placed it against his tailbone and began wailing on the downed pirate. Causing him to shout in horizontal hits against his back crackling his bones in breakage and bruised affairs. “Arrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaa” He flailed not fully secured in a pin, he’d elbow a shot to the loose spot between the nape of the armor that was compiled stacked worn-wool, a fortune hit. Causing the Brass to fall back but it didn’t do much, only allow the Miqo’te to ilm forward in a slithering slide. His fingertips almost were out near the hilt of the Brasses Blade. “You dare attempt to deceive and kill one of us?!! Your life is meaningless, you’re screwed! We decide the fates of everyone that steps in. You just brought a lifetime of pain to that bastard infant, I’ll see it grow empty, I’ll see it grovel and wither away. IT WON’T ESCAPE ME.” The dust storm picking up at elevated times which caused everything to slide backward. Anger and blood from his back scalp draped down from his forehead between his eyelids in war paint his brows blistering angrily the words and adrenaline made his heart-rate skyrocket as rage fumigated. As the Brass approached to end since the black blizzard pushed everything back that included the weapon to land between his grip as the weight of the object was easier to manipulate. The freebooter spun fully around the Brass however trained blocked through the tiny buckler and laughed sadistically, “You’ll NEVER break-through! I’ll see you in chains, I’ll see you hung and the blood drained slowly, never shown a sign of light ever again!” He was one-legged stood as the pirate slowly inclined his other. As they struggled between. Both having to switch to putting pressure of two-hands behind the weight of what they believed, it was lives fighting against one another. Scales of being the weight of who’d be victorious. An erupting guttural and explosive battle cry broke throughout the buccaneer that gathered his aether and willpower into one effort. His back turned against an incoming huge-wave of a brown wall that was coming forward thunder crackling in the background. The visibility-zero. Only their stances remained affirmative through touched connection. It was as if divine favor chose the pirate who would be Captain or unshaken luck put a feather on the free. As he was catapulted forward as the storm broke against his back, stones and pebbles hitting him from the gust but the recoil was worth it as he pushed beyond his own force, breaking through the buckler. “NO!!” As impossible etched throughout as the Brasses lungs quaked, impenetrable scales broken out, measured and decided. The Captain propelling forward through a clean slice unseeable through the man’s chest directly in puncturing the wicked heart. Ending the voice of his first-of-many oppressors. Kuro’s face buried into the corpsed tunic chain-mail covered up from inhaling the dangers of the dust devil that could destroy the respiratory system. The collision caused him to black-out shortly as the brown wave pushed through. Visibility started to return and the Sun began reuniting over. In this situation, the pirate had taken the jewel and demonstrated the flame while breaking a scale that he should hold no place on. The future jewels were now aligned to shimmer brightly without the wrong-shapers to measure value. While what was dim and immature honed to become a brilliantly dazzling flame to thrive for another fight, day, moment. 

[melaninandalbinoid]

Paraphilia is the 15th of the 15 series sexual perversion and demonization series. also look at (Paedophile).

LESBIANISM TRANSEXUALITY TRANS GENDER

I am glad this sexual perversion series has finally been accomplished, with attacks, harrasments, threats to my life and habitation, I was able to finish. I choose this three element because I personally believe it is a sexual desire that is birthed out of perversion, molestation and sexual abuse, most of the time, 98% of the people that goes through this emotional and sexual confusion are usually people that has gone through some or all of this list above. see Paedophile

Were people go through abuse as young as infantcy age, they are traumatised and sharted beyound an adult that is sexually abused because see Paedophile a child that is molested by a person usually that they trust, brother, father, uncle, family friends etc are usually broken and keep it in till someone or something pulls it out for it to heal. but it is a child abuse on the adolesence level, this is the most hurrible and more difficult to reverse because a child is been exposed to feelings they do not understand in a crudel manner by a trusted person. Check the blog on paedophile on My website for better comprehension, I was forced to give grafic evidence because when I saw a paedophile molest a baby, I wished I was in the room to strangulate that moster, as I painfully watched an innocent adolesence been molested by a phychopath who obviously either is already practicing homosexuality or can not find someone to pratice with so, he wickedly took advantage of a chiild placed under his care, he pushed a penis too huge for an adult virgina and forced it into the anus of a 2 year old without lubricant or anything, I watched the baby cry and cry and with its little strenght tried to push him off but he was just too powerless to defend himself as the phychopatic moster turned and threw his little body all over the place, I cried and cried and cried with a terrible headache tormented by the video as I faced my work as a blogger delegently to show people what I saw and properbly they feel what I feel.

so imagine this innocent child learning how the world works and introduced to sex in the most hurrible way you can think of. the child continuos his growth about life in confusion, not knowing the right and the wrong because the child has been denied the opportunity to choose, wrong or right. the child has been introduced to sexual confusion against his/her desire, then when he desides to chose sexual preference out of the internal confusion he/she does not realise he/she has then he begins to say he is born this way for wanting the abnomal. the truth is that, phychiatrist can not resolve spiritual situation, they only numb the person and encourage them to accept who they are, no, no, no not on my watch you demonise children and tell the world they are born this way. LESBIANISM TRANSEXUALITY TRANS GENDER most of them have childhood issues that needs to be resolved, like the child in the video on my blog paedophile. they are not bad people, neither are they hurrible human, infact instead of hating them we need to love them to restoration because it is a priviledge that we are spared, it may have been us but at the same time protect ourselves and children from been drawn into the craziness though their dominating sensitive parts of the society.

Their is absolutly no such thing as Gender confusion, we are born a male or female. man is a spirit, which have a soul and lives in a body. the body is our gender not our thoughts, the body is male or female, then the abuse fragments the mind, they they start talking crazy BORN THIS WAY, how can you be born in a gender through your thoughts? your gender is your body, male or female (no confusion in that) then, to confuse you the most the demons of pervertion operating in this situation then begin to draw the person to change the evidence of their truth (THE BODY IS THE PROVE OF YOUR GENDER) they the demons tries to get rid of the evidence through transsexuality and physical transformation. well even at such, the trans reaches their limit and begins to think of turning back to their original gender they were born with, why???? one day you are born this way, the next day they want out????? if this is not enough prove then I rest my case.

SAY NO TO LESBIANISM TRANSEXUALITY TRANS GENDER, DO NOT PARTICIPATE NEITHER ENCOURAGE IT IN ANY WAY, FLEE FROM EVIL

Spiritual Implication: LESBIANISM TRANSEXUALITY TRANS GENDER is a spiritual attack by the spirit of pervation which was intoduced into the persons life through abuse of some kind or satanic or occult involvment, this spirit is very destructive and it makes sure to get the individuals away from the presence of God in any way. keepmthem spiritually blinded to misrespresent and insert confusion in the mind of people through the physical evidence of this LESBIANISM TRANSEXUALITY TRANS GENDER.

Physical Implication: LESBIANISM TRANSEXUALITY TRANS GENDER, shame, inferiorit complex, not maximising their potentials out of shame, displaying confusion with he chioce of a man dressing like a woman.

Remember: the greatest weapon in the hands of the oppressor is the mind of the oppressed so faith your feas and elevate your mind and resist the temptation to panic.

PRAYER AGAINST LESBIANISM TRANSEXUALITY TRANS GENDER:

My Dear Heavenly Father In your name I break free from every evil thoughts, physic power, projections, suggestions, innuendos that have been designed to discourage, mislead or confuse me from the truth in Your words or anyone around me. Destroy evil spiritual transference that is enslaving my spirit, soul, mind and body. Cancel and deliver me from every illegal soul ties, ego-entanglements, unravel and severe ego entanglements, Wash me and set me free from LESBIANISM TRANSEXUALITY TRANS GENDER and I shall be clean. save me and I shall be saved from the hands of the wicked and redeem me from the hands of the Terrible. Free me from satanic emotional manipulations, control and black mail. purge me, Save me and deliver me from the spirit of LESBIANISM TRANSEXUALITY TRANS GENDER and I shall be saved. Creator God, I have no power nor strength of my own to fight darkness, I ask you to take control and free me from the powers of darkness that encamp around me, loose me from their network and free me into divine purpose and plan, I choose to submit myself to God and flee from evil, I confess with my mouth and accept in my heart that Jesus Christ is Lord over my life and I receive salvation today in Jesus mighty name.

this I pray in Jesus might name, AMEN!

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