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The Demonizing of Change
A trend I've noticed in modern media is that many stories have the message of "protect the status quo". Whether it's a Marvel movie or a fantasy book, the fact that so often the villains are the only ones who fight to change society remains the same.
We all know the story: they were hurt by the system's flaw(s) and so they rose up to destroy that harmful system and in the process destroyed themselves. I'm not saying that this character type is wrong or bad (definitely overused imo), but the framing of the narrative and the protagonists is the issue.
The narrative typically shows the villain's first wrong doing to be the act of rebelling against the system. From the moment the person chose to reject the harmful system, they were in the wrong, or so the narrative frames it. Meanwhile, the protagonist may question and see injustice but they never fight it; it's just accepted and blindly defended. What's worse is the audience chooses to completely accept this telling and sides with the harmful regime the protagonist defends.
I find that some of the most drastic examples of these issues are Daenerys in GOT and the Darkling in the Grishaverse/SaB.
Daenerys Targaryen
One thing I want to specify before I go into this is that Dany's GOT ending is purely bad writing. It's not foreshadowed or justified in any way, so I'll be addressing how D&D tried to frame her past after S8e6 aired and how her antis interpret her.
According to D&D, we should see the beginning of Dany's "madness arc" from the very first season. Namely how she reacted to Viserys' death. While this isn't Dany rejecting a harmful system, her choosing to not defend Viserys (why would she??) is also her choosing to leave behind the cycle of abuse of her early life. It also sets the precedent of Dany killing/allowing the deaths of evil men.
Speaking of evil men, D&D also tried to paint Dany's campaign against slavery as a sign of her "megalomania and madness". This is where we get to the actual fighting against the system. Dany is leading a slave revolt and forcefully overthrowing the masters and the oppressive governments.
The way D&D tried to spin it was that Dany was wrong for using violence, and Tyrion's peaceful method was more successful. Except Dany did try peace in Meereen, it didn't work. She made concessions, she made agreements, she locked up her dragons and they weren't working. That's the whole point of her last chapter in ADWD.
However, the show chose to make it so Dany was failing because she was "too violent" and ultimately made the freedmen hate her. This choice, a clear deviation from the book, is the beginning of them trying to make Dany fall into the trope of "as bad as those you're fighting". In her fight to end slavery, she becomes as oppressive as the masters.
Which is just blatantly wrong. We see in the show that the freedmen are still free, they sit in her councils, they can come to her with their complaints and she listens. Dany is a queen, not a master. The show was already trying to gaslight its audience into believing the opposite of what they wrote. The same goes for her supposed violence. The violence she exerts is almost always towards the slavers, except when she executed Mossador for murder. That was her carrying out justice, why that was portrayed as a bad thing is beyond me.
The implications of the choices D&D made in adapting Dany's Meereen arc are very disturbing. They're basically saying that systematic and centuries old oppression should never be addressed with violence. The people who actively fight oppression are just as bad as the oppressors. If you can't magically fix a system that's been flawed for centuries immediately, you're a tyrant.
The choice to resolve the arc by having Tyrion come in with some great peaceful solution was plain stupid and sexist. We have seen in history that trying to unobtrusively phase out slavery doesn't work. By leaving the elite slave owners in peace, they are allowed to simply find ways to get around or wear down the changes. We see that in ADWD in Meereen by the way. Also the whole idea that a wise man had to come and fix the irrational woman's problem is so gross.
So basically: D&D took an arc about fighting oppression and learning that concessions only continue the cycle of violence and made it into a story about how violence is bad and you can actually just reason with slavers.
The disgusting ideas continue in season eight, where Dany torches KL for no reason and is put down like a rabid dog. Dany is the only character who wants to end oppression in this show. She's the only person to see and experience the suffering of the oppressed and chooses to do something about it. Season seven is full of her talking about leaving the world a better place and breaking the wheel. But in season eight "breaking the wheel" is turned into th deranged battle cry of her desired empire.
Let me restate that: the one character who fought to end systematic oppression is turned into the "true oppressor". Dany's desire to tear down the system that the entire show established as being unjust and awful is made into a sign of madness. Even in season seven, people were rolling their eyes at her talking about breaking the wheel.
Meanwhile, the protagonists of the show end it benefitting from the same system that tortured them the whole time. Westerosi society is shit, but the show ends glorifying the sexist, homophobic, classist, and feudalist kingdoms. They even laugh at Samwell Tarly when he suggests destroying the monarchy. All this sends the message that embracing the system is good, rebellion bad, and shut the fuck up if you're not happy.
Dany was reduced to a cautionary tale against fighting the system. I've seen people frame it as "seeking power is bad", but that doesn't make sense, as characters like Sansa actively seek power and are rewarded by the narrative. Dany's mistake was trying to change the world, rather than supporting it as it is.
The Darkling
The Darkling is a very different character from Dany; he's an actual villain. Aleksander is someone who has already reached the "become what you hate most" part of the trope, so he spends the whole story committing atrocities. The issue with his portrayal is the fact that the narrative and protagonists never address his very real reasons for fighting in the first place.
The grisha as a group are persecuted all throughout Ravka, they have been for centuries. The whole reason Aleksander begins his fight was to protect his people. By the time the series begins, the grisha are more protected, though only because they have become weapons of the state. That was only through Aleksander's mechanisations.
Aleksander became a villain in his attempts to save his people, making him a tragic character. So he has perfectly fallen into the trope, and, unfortunately, so do the protagonists. Alina and her allies all have seen and suffered under the cruelty of the Ravkan monarchy, however, they quickly dismiss just how awful it is. By the end of the story, the Darkling has become, in their eyes, the sole perpetrator of evil in Ravka.
There are no attempts made to rectify the constant damage done by the Apparat, in fact he's left to run free. Alexander Lanstov and Tatiana Grimjer are simply shipped off to a private island where they never are made to pay for the awful things they have done. There are no political reforms done to ensure the safety of grisha in the future; they're basically relying on the goodwill Zoya and Alina have bought with the people.
So basically, the minor villains who all had no reason to be completely atrocious receive basically no punishment from the narrative. Meanwhile, Aleksander, who had very valid reasons for wanting to overthrow the government, is ultimately given a fate worse than death. All his reasons for hating the Ravkan government and the power it has are ignored, even though the story set up that he's not wrong. The resolution of the story leaves the grisha just as, if not more, vulnerable to the prejudice and hatred of the world than they were before.
The narrative is communicating that Aleksander rising up for his people is worse than the centuries of corrupt Lanstovs. Aleksander is worse than the man who stirs up religious fanaticism and exploits the people through it. Yes, Aleksander did horrible things, but so did every other antagonist in the series, but he's somehow the worst because...well, he's grisha.
That's the only other difference between him and the others, aside from his motives. So either Bardugo is supporting the in-universe prejudice against grisha or she's saying rising up against an oppressive system is wrong. I don't expect her or any other author to have complex political and social commentaries in her story. However, she chose to create a world containing those elements and a main character who suffers from them. She chose to make the issues with the system have a prominent place in the story. And she chose to ignore them in the end.
Aleksander did awful things in the name of a just cause, this creates a complex moral issue that the story just never addresses. The established injustices and sanctioned atrocities by the Lanstovs are all ignored in favor of bringing down the dangerous rebel. That kind of message is pretty fucked up. Yes, Nikolai is a better man than his father, but what about his descendants? The propaganda of the Apparat and his church are extremely strong, it's only a matter of time before that propaganda once again starts turning people against grisha. The hatred of grisha is still embedded into Ravkan society.
Aleksander was the only character who was actually set on protecting and bettering the lives of the grisha. His original mission was still extremely important, no matter what he devolved to. The fact that the protagonists just blatantly dismissed just how dangerous Ravka still is for grisha is frustrating.
The treatment of both Dany and Aleksander by their writers and narratives show a hatred/mistrust of rebellion against the status quo, no matter how atrocious it is. The message of the trope is that people who fight against a system are worse than the system itself. I'm not saying that was Bardugo's intention (D&D I'm much less sure about though), but the way both the Darkling and Dany were written combined with the endings of the stories support that idea.
#daenerys targaryen#aleksander morozova#the darkling#pro daenerys#pro darkling#anti d&d#anti got#anti leigh bardugo#asoiaf#grishaverse#the grisha trilogy
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Job 24: 18-25. "The Eulogy."
Widows and barren women are the consequence of societies that are not successful at arguing against the injustices present in the world. A widow is a nation that has abandoned its spiritual traditions and lost its way. A barren woman is a nation that has no leadership skills and will also lose its way.
America recently fought a civil war and alongside good men and women in Europe during two world wars. Now we are spreading terrorism, and waffling as to how effective we want to be at enforcing laws, standards and protecting the vulnerable. We are a barren widow.
The Book of Ruth explains how to fix circumstances such as these but even still we are doing it all wrong. We have nothing to say for ourselves and whoring around looking for a good man or a good woman at the same time we are searching the souls of very bad men and women, hoping God will open a window even as he closes a few doors.
Following is how the Shule says circumstances such as these are to be handled from the perspective of Torah based logic. First we need a funeral and funerals have eulogies which discuss ways God drags away the mighty. The office is referred to as a Hallel, which defines what was insane about the situation and how to return to the light emit praise, and engage in reformation:
18 “Yet they are foam on the surface of the water; their portion of the land is cursed, so that no one goes to the vineyards. 19 As heat and drought snatch away the melted snow, so the grave snatches away those who have sinned. 20 The womb forgets them, the worm feasts on them; the wicked are no longer remembered but are broken like a tree. 21 They prey on the barren and childless woman, and to the widow they show no kindness. 22 But God drags away the mighty by his power; though they become established, they have no assurance of life. 23 He may let them rest in a feeling of security, but his eyes are on their ways. 24 For a little while they are exalted, and then they are gone; they are brought low and gathered up like all others; they are cut off like heads of grain.
25 “If this is not so, who can prove me false and reduce my words to nothing?”
Prove me false, the Psalter says...things have not been going well lately? How did this happen? Did they come out of box this way or have they been getting worse for a reason and why? Foam on the ocean is why. Foams, 87, כז, chaz,כז blur the reflection of reality and prevent man and God from achieving unity.
Any discourse that blurs the lines must be cut off. There are laws against human trafficking and terrorism and election fraud but we call these things complex cases and then the government sits on them because important people who should have been doing their jobs excercise prerogatives they not actually have and commit more crimes instead.
About complex things, the Torah says we must wake up, clear the air of strife and turn towards more amenable things:
The Death of Abraham, From Chayeh Sarah.
25 Abraham had taken another wife, whose name was Keturah “distribution of surplus”. 2 She bore him Zimran [praise], Jokshan [the fowler], Medan [strife], Midian [place of judgement] , Ishbak [he will set free] and Shuah [prostration] . 3 Jokshan was the father of Sheba [seven days, seven sacrifices] and Dedan [leading gently]; the descendants of Dedan were the Ashurites [level, just], the Letushites [hammered] and the Leummites [descended from the spring]. 4 The sons of Midian were Ephah [birdlike] , Epher [malleable dust] , Hanok [inauguration], Abida [father of knowledge] and Eldaah [God has called]. All these were descendants of Keturah.
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“The Living One distributes wealth through praise; he clears the air of darkling fowl and strife in the place of judgement using the Seven Days, AKA periodic and continual evolution.
The Level of the Just, the Sons of the Spring, are inaugurated to inherit the surplus of those who acquire knowledge and use it to hammer society into a place where malleable men ascend like birds.”
5 Abraham left everything he owned to Isaac. 6 But while he was still living, he gave gifts to the sons of his concubines and sent them away from his son Isaac to the land of the east.
So we a new beginning is what we want, but first the Eulogy which reduces the work and wiles of the wicked to what they were- carelessness and wickedness so the people learn.
The Values in Gematria are:
v. 18-19: The grave snatches away those who sin. Who wants to be the one to find out they were the victim of a crime that was committed by someone that should have been in jail a decade ago? Life is too short for that. Not only do we will still advocate for gun violence, we make fun of the victims on Fux News. Something is wrong with us.
The Number is 11264, יאבוד , yavod, "worship will work."
v. 20-21: The world forgets them. The world indeed forgets. I could not believe it when I saw Invanka Trump, who renamed herself Alice Wiedel, her hair not so neatly coiled up in a bun on her head, ranting and raving like Grandma Foxworth in front of a mike in Germany about immigrants after all we went through in that country and because of it during the 20th century. Ivy and I go way back. She should habe been dead a long time ago, but here she is back for more and she and her friends are trying to give the rest of you your first time. We must never ever forget.
Most people do not have a Jewish perspetive on this, but perhaps now that the AFD and those shitfuckers in Austria are scourging the world, the rest will learn.
The Number is 12308, יבלח, "a flicker, a twinkle, a shimmer."
A shimmer is Kabbalah for a leopard which means to ambush cunts like Ivanka Trump when they start causing trouble before people are hurt.
"The root נמר (nmr) isn't used as verb in the Bible and it's not clear what it may have reflected to the Hebrews. In Arabic a comparable root describes purity of water and in Assyrian it means to shine, glitter or gleam.
In the Bible only one derivation occurs, namely the masculine noun נמר (namer), denoting the leopard, and it's obviously also not quite clear for what exactly the leopard was known for to the Hebrews.
Our noun occurs five times. Twice the leopard is reckoned for its propensity to ambush its prey (Jeremiah 5:6 and Hosea 13:7), once for its speed (Habakkuk 1:8), once for its spotted fur (Jeremiah 13:23) and once for its beauty (or so it seems: Song of Solomon 4:8).
The prophet Isaiah predicts the harmony of the new world, and foresees the leopard reposing with a goat kid (Isaiah 11:6)."
Homo sapiens are supposed to be intelligent. To allow Poison Ivy and her friends from the Heritage Foundation to take up residence in Germany start scaring their people again however, was really, really stupid.
v. 22-23: But God drags away the mighty. Dragging is a really horrible thing to do. It means we are willing to live through circumstances that temporarily include strife and violence that do not beling passing through our lives. It is the job of our governors to prevent dragging. We should be dragged away from life every so often by the leopard of injustice. That is not acceptable.
"The verb גרר (garar) means to drag or drag away, mostly in a circular or repetitive motion. Noun גרה (gera) means cud, or food that's dragged back up, chewed again and sent back down. The identical noun גרה (gera) denotes a unit of weight that served as currency. Noun גרגר (gargar) means berry and the plural noun גרגרות (gargerot) means neck, probably after their signature wagging motion.
The verb גרה (gara) means to strive or agitate strife, obviously not by means of one singular assault but rather by repeated provocations and withdrawals. Noun תגרה (tigra) means contention or opposition. Noun גרון (garon) is a second word for neck.
Verb גור (gur) means the same as the previous: to quarrel or stir up strife. Nouns גור (gor) and גור (gur) both denote lion cubs. Perhaps young male lions were named after the verb גור (gur) because they are expelled from the pride and are forced to roam adjacent territories.
The verb גור (gur), namely — or a second and identical verb — is also often used to describe to itinerate or temporary abide. Noun גר (ger) describes an itinerant; a stranger or foreigner. Noun גרות (gerut) may describe a lodging place for foreign travelers but may also be part of the name Geruth Chimham. Noun מגור (magor) means dwelling place or itineration.
Nouns מגורה (megura) and ממגרות (mammegurot) describes storehouses, or places were goods were temporarily stored on their way to the market."
v. 24-25: For a little while they are exalted, then they are gone. The Pslam says we have to drag away their fertile moms and baby kids and kill them then set things right with the world. The Number is 10102, יקב , "a winery."
The process of making wine is the process of making truth. What is not evident or what is not actually true, the skin, the haughtiness, is discarded and the juice that is used for the wine is kept. The winery separates the past from the present, the law abiding from the deceptive, and permits people who do not wish to cause harm to work and gather. This is why it is our most sacred industry and why we always say "L'chaim" when we drink, to toast to the living and say farewell to the dead.
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nobody is reading these, why do i post? idk: netflix shadow and bone s1 e4 rewatch reaction? thoughts? idk (spoilers)
First of all, is it called otkazat'sya because Mal-based episode? because that's amazing okay mal's scar mirroring Alina's scar, fucking amazing (we love good retcons) Mikhail and Dubrov being deserving of all of my love what is that fucking drawing? so show Alina has been dreaming of the stag all her life? interesting Mal raising his scarred hand Alina rising up from her bed like a fucking Disney Princess, god I love her Love the genyalina dynamic so much okay I'm not going to talk about how much I hate the choice of giving away the Darkling's name because if I start I may never stop I love my crows so much Freddy sir what is your hair doing and why is it so sexy THE WAY KAZ'S SMIRK LED INTO JESPER SAYING YES TIME FOR A HEIST AND INEJ IMMEDIATELY SMILING GOD I LOVE THEM The only hint at Jesper's bi-ness is him saying lovely barmaid (and also him being him but we don't talk about that) during his adieu to Milo also why is he so adorable Every time Alina smiles, my heart goes thump thump thump I hate it when I know when you're lying to her, alek 'you can say it' I kind of earned the name but babe you ARE a 'reminder of the problem' NO DON'T YOU DARE SAY THAT DUMB FUCKING LINE YOU USE WITH EVERYONE you broke my fucking heart you don't get to do this to me Mikhail and Dubrov being Mal's true besties having my whole heart, I hate what's gonna happen Baghra training montage is gorgeous but I must admit I hoped for more IVANOVSKY THE SCULPTOR I FUCKING CAN'T IM WHEEZING i love the small hint of the bell ringing when the man goes inside to get the blueprints because they use it later to get Inej out I love Jesper's sway as he walks, it's so cool I love them incorporating Inej's wraith-ness I know this smol heist was fanservice but I love them for it I love small flashes of the Darkling being stern with his soldiers Arken you little bitch I love your sneaky bitch energy omg the magical deer scat lmao 'Did you- did you pick up the stag shit, Dubrov?' girl, bye I'm losing my mind omg Helnik time I know people have talked about this but Nina eating the bread out of Matthias' hand is kind of um hot? kanej being the irritated foster parents of Jsper Llewellyn Fahey, I love them so much Jesper's side eye to Inej as soon as Arken says 'in desperate need of someone with the skills to replace their star performer'? Everything. Goodness I love Freddy's scowls THE KANEJ TENSION WHILE INEJ REMOVES HER KNIVES AND HANDS THEM TO KAZ and again, Tumblr has talked of this already but Kaz's murder eyes at the men while Inej gives her audition thingy ALSO ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR AMITA SUMAN'S WORKOUT REGIMEN I half thought Kaz will launch into some illusion or sleight of hand stuff because he loved that shit so much but I have decided I love the becoming one of the oprichniki too Show Baghra being the biggest anti of them all is the best thing okay young Malina are so fucking cute omg Baghra that's harsh Have I talked about how beautiful the score is yet how is Jessie so beautiful It's time for the you are not alone reprise scene omg he's just standing there with his forearms why are they so soft around each other IF THEY ARE TOXIC AND NOT ENDGAME YEAH IT WAS PERFECT THE ACTING'S ON POINT, THE EFFECTS ARE ON POINT, EVERYTHING IS GORGEOUS I love that it reflects on her face how she's fighting against herself as he's holding her face and she says I should go No don't show me Mal and the lads and make me grow more attached to them only to kill them off THE SCORE IS SO FUCKING GOOD Okay I know I've said it before but I'm in love with Alina "Truth is, when you lit up Kirigan's tent, there was a sound. A high tone. I knew it was you. When we were kids, you'd hold my hand and sometimes I'd hear it in the back of my head. ... Then I hear that sound again. Softly. Calling to me." OKAY THAT'S SOME GOOD FORESHADOWING Me knowing what's about to happen doesn't make me any less sad Okay Mal hitting the quartermaster on the head made me smile Alina tearing up as she looks away from Genya healing her scar to the black kefta? Immaculate. The
next episode is going to break my fucking heart into wee little pieces all over again
#otkazat'sya#malyen oretsev#archie renaux#alina starkov#jessie mei li#mikhail#dubrov#genya safin#daisy head#genyalina#malina#the darkling#general kirigan#aleksander morozova#aleksander kirigan#that tag hurt me#ben barnes#the injustice to the darkling's name#crows#kaz brekker#freddy carter#jesper fahey#jesper llewellyn fahey#kit young#inej ghafa#amita suman#heist time#milo#milo the goat#baghra
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“The darkling was evil. He didn’t have feelings for Alina, he just wanted to use her”
The fact that he’s evil™️ and twisted does not prevent him being capable of feeling. I think the Darkling was a deeply emotional character, and he was portrayed so in the show. When his people are being killed, he doesn’t fuck off to Novyi Zem and tries to live an anoymous life. He stays, gains power, and shares that power with the rest of his people. He goes by the Machiavelli logic of “it is better to be feared than loved, if you can’t be both.”
When he meets Alina and there is a chance someone might finally understand him and stay with him, he gets attached. When she leaves him, and Ravka, he gets mad. He feels betrayed, not just for himself but for their people. How dare she abondon them when she is the only one who can help save them?
The Darkling is always motivated by his feelings. He doesn’t do evil shit just to be evil (this point is a little debatable tho since Leigh really tried to turn him into a “look at me I’m evil” type of character in books 2 & 3).
People say he uses the “it’s for a greater cause” excuse to hurt people. But that’s just the way he operates. He’s hundreds of years old, and so is this war and the injustice that the grisha face. Short, fleeting, human lives aren’t his priority. He’s trying to play the long game and end their struggles once and for all. He hurts and kills, but it is all in the name of his emotions, either towards Alina or Ravka & Grisha. Some of his people, somewhat rightfully so, hate & fear him for his actions. He doesn’t say “you ungrateful bunch” and leave them though. His love for Ravka and his people make him stay and fight for them. He is still grieved by the fact that some hate him when he’s just trying to help them though. That’s because, like I said before, he’s a deeply emotional character.
So the idea of the Darkling having feelings for Alina, being in love with her, makes complete and utter sense to me. The claim that he didn’t give a shit about her, or Ravka nd Grisha, and just wanted to use her does not.
#I have a final in a few hours#but I thought this should be out there#who needs a degree and a job anyway?#Darklina thoughts#my rants#Darklina#shadow and bone#grishaverse#the darkling#alina starkov#sab spoilers#shadow and bone spoilers#netflix#aleksander morozova#ben barnes#jessie mei li#there is a reason we say leigh hates the darkling#leigh bardugo
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What Is There To Celebrate About the Darkling? (Part 4)
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He’s calculating but impulsive. Gentle yet firm. Stubborn and adaptive. Just a real mess of contradictions that makes him all the more interesting.
He loves nature. He loves the forest.
Fond of luxuries and nice things. After growing up as he did, I think he deserves them.
Very socially awkward. Introvert just trying his best. Anything that isn’t manipulation and therefore something he’s planned in his head is just a social train wreck waiting to happen.
The way he pushes up Alina’s sleeve when they first meet. This man had zero compunctions about acting completely unprofessionally in front of his soldiers and I think that’s very sexy of him.
He’s constantly tired and exasperated with the people around him.
The way he says “quiet” with the softest voice imaginable and a room full of laughter instantly goes silent.
He had no interest in Elizaveta even though she was utterly obsessed with him and I think that’s hilarious.
Elizaveta: I have a plan to resurrect the Darkling Everybody Else: Oh the Darkling is so evil for trying to come back! The Darkling, who just wants a nap and is sick of this mortal bullshit: Why am I even here? This is such a pain in the ass. I should have killed Elizaveta when I had the chance.
How he asks if Alina “will have” his name like a man proposing.
Has his bedroom attached to the war room.
Constantly checking up on Alina just to know how she’s doing. Never pushing her beyond her limits as she’s training.
Very creative with his shadows and the extent of their abilities. So many of the ways he uses his powers are genius.
His ending in RoW is a tragedy and an injustice. He deserves better.
This old man pouting at Alina in episode seven as he says “please, I just want to talk to you 🥺”
There is a black kefta made for Alina after like two days in the Little Palace. He really was already planning their entire immortal futures together as Mr. and Mrs. Starkov wasn’t he?
His bed is covered in maps and notes when he’s plotting how to find Alina. Also before that, the way he’s poring over the notes at his desk and giving orders is 👌🥵
Him acting like a real General at all is simply amazing.
The fact that he trusts Luda with his life. That they have a whole intimidation routine set up around him purposefully getting himself fatally injured knowing she’ll heal him.
He looks like a vampire in the show and a fae in the books.
His favorite ABBA song is probably “Lay All Your Love On Me.”
Looks composed but that’s only a façade. Is actually an unhinged feral terror of pain and misery.
That scene where he tells the king she will remain in the Little Palace to train undisturbed and he puts his foot down. ON THE RED CARPET. the king’s carpet. and uses a commanding voice that’s just on the edge of an order…I’m surprised he didn’t get flogged for that. IMO nothing conveys the fine line he walks with those in power while wielding his own like this scene. Literally he should just be celebrated for this alone.
“‘Why won’t you leave me alone?’ I whispered one night as he hovered behind me while I tried to work at my desk. Long minutes passed. I didn’t think he would answer. I even had time to hope he might have gone, until I felt his hand on my shoulder. “Then I’d be alone, too,” he said, and he stayed the whole night through, till the lamps burned down to nothing.
Trapped a bunch of Saints in the Shadow Fold like a true amoral disaster villain. What an icon.
His barely concealed amusement and half hidden smile when Alina comes to put his kefta on. The way he finds Alina utterly hilarious and tries so hard to act like he doesn’t.
That small amused smile when Alina jokes about finding Volcra hilarious. Please he’s so adorable 😭
“‘I know what you feel when you’re with the tracker,’ he said. ‘I doubt that’ He gave a dismissive wave.” - My Malarklina obsessed self, vibrating at the edge of my seat: but what does it mean?!?
Mal and the Darkling’s entire fight in the Fold: dumbass on dumbass violence.
The way he stands with his back turned to Alina when she enters his tent the first time they meet and then does the slowest Godfather turn in history. 1999/10 - points removed for a criminal lack of cat petting.
“I may lead the second army, but the king is still the king.” - the delivery of that line. the implications, the history behind it and also the foreshadowing for his plans.
That slow turn face reveal in episode one though. Like okay we get it you’re pretty alkjsdflkj
Confused Old Man Face™ whenever Mal or Alina do anything remotely defiant in his presence.
How he tells Alina to come closer and she only takes the tiniest step and he doesn’t even react.
His little head cock whenever someone says or does something that just doesn’t vibe with him.
Darklina tumblr has now convinced me that the Darkling is a cat in human form.
“You’re an amplifier,” she said. He glanced at where Sylvi was pouncing on another helpless tree, oblivious, and gave a single, frightened nod. How could he have been so stupid? He would have to tell his mother now, and she would insist that they leave right away. If word got out, they’d both be in danger. Amplifiers were rare, hard to find, harder to hunt. Their lives would be forfeit. Even if they got away, word would spread. He could already hear his mother’s voice: Foolish, careless, callous. If you don’t value your own life, show some concern for mine. Annika touched his sleeve. “It’s okay,” she said. “I won’t tell.” Panic crowded in. He shook his head. She slid her hand into his. It was hard not to pull away. He should. He was breaking his mother’s fundamental rule for keeping them both alive. Never let them touch you, she’d warned him. - 😥 I just want to give him a hug all the time.
His strangled shout when Mal tackles him off of the skiff.
His smile when he’s summoning the sun. The expression on his face when he does so. Like I know I’ve mentioned this before but damn. If you ever needed a reason to celebrate him, this would be it.
“Shame, I’ll have to give that speech again now.”
The way he flips Mal over his shoulder in the Fold after Mal attempts to strangle him.
His little lecture on the Small Science to Alina when they’re going to meet the King. Info dump.
“You make it sound so easy.” “A bird makes flight look easy. But it was born to do so.”
When Alina looks at him for guidance on whether or not to remove her veil and he gives her a small nod.
The handhold in the throne room after Alina’s demonstration is absolutely precious, but it’s in a room full of people he should be keeping up a façade for and it’s so unwarranted and yet he does it anyway, I’m-
The way he says “welcome home, Ms. Starkov,” in the most tender voice I’ve ever heard and then goes “ok that’s enough emotions for one day” and then just straight up leaves without even a goodbye.
He has his symbol?? Sewn into Alina’s kefta??? bRo???!?!
Disaster Simp never gets tired of introducing Alina to other people or talking about how she’s the best thing that ever walked this earth.
The Darkling lying: honestly
“I have devoted my life to undoing the great sin of my forebearer, but I am never seen as the solution. Only as a reminder of the problem.” Sasha you were literally the problem. What a manipulative little shit. We love to see it.
The way he closes his eyes and kisses the coin before he makes a wish at the wishing well.
“I think the Grand Palace is the ugliest building I’ve ever seen.” - I love him your honor.
This man has the most intense lines for Alina. Like straight up I would have booked it when he said “you and I are going to change the world”. But then the head grab?! “I’ve been waiting a long time for you.” He’s so intense like sir can you tone it down a bit please I am begging you.
“I shall be right by your side.” / “We can do anything. Together.” / “For us.” / “You cannot do this on your own. And neither can I” / “I want you to know my name. The name I was given, not the title I took for myself. Will you have it, Alina?” - WEDDING VOWS
That scene in the war room when Alina comes to find him and he instantly drops his guard and lowers his arms and welcomes her with a soft voice.
“Am I bothering you?” “Not at all.” - girl you could be stabbing him in the chest and you still wouldn’t be bothering him.
This whipped disaster sounds like the proudest man on the planet when he talks about how much more his enemies fear Alina over him.
His shadows react to his emotions.
“YoUr’E nOt IvAn.” asjlkdfjs god he’s so embarrassing.
Local Dark Lord Sasha offering Alina the throne after she literally tries to kill him.
He gets so jealous of Mal.
Has a great relationship with his soldiers and his men. His men trust him implicitly and believe him to be an amazing general.
When he turns around after Alina puts the kefta on him and looks flustered/has to take a breath because she’s a lot closer than he expected. The way he’s breathless and literally can’t string a sentence together because he’s so distracted by her closeness.
His jokes are absolutely terrible.
GF: *jokes about throwing herself down the stairs to get out of an event* Sasha “no thoughts head empty only Alina” Morozova: haha I’d just have my healers heal you right back up again.
How genuinely touched he is by Alina admitting to wanting to help Grisha and Ravkans.
That scene in Demon in the Woods when he notices the intricate details of the politics in the Grisha camp after one meeting with the Elders. He has the Ulle pegged almost instantly.
Born to be a leader. Born to take care of others. Born to protect. Even in Demon in the Woods he’s protecting people. Even in Demon in the Woods he’s leading them and caring for them.
The way he cups his hands around Alina’s face when they’re kissing.
This man gets so starstruck by Alina walking into the Fete that he doesn’t even excuse himself from the King’s side to go to her.
Long haired Aleksander rights!
Ok I know the wig was kind of ugly but he looks pretty with long hair and I think it would look very good on him naturally.
The way he slams his hands together in the Winter Fete scene and instantly turns the room pitch black.
Literally any times he summons shadows is a blessing and we should all celebrate him for it. They are so beautiful. On god if I ever saw his shadows in real life I would be awestruck.
He asks Mal if he’s okay when they first meet.
The pure, barely contained fury directed at the Conductor for daring to harm Alina and kidnap his Grisha.
He always has to make a grand entrance.
This man is like a bloodhound when it comes to Nina. He is very invested in finding her and I feel like that’s never really talked about.
“I know exactly how she felt. The King’s soldiers treated me the same way. Because they knew- they knew that I was more important than any of them.” - the way he says it, like it’s something he has to remind himself of in his head constantly. a justification for the way he’s been treated, the fear he evokes in others. a way to protect himself from the hurt of being ostracized and reviled. arrogance and conceit as a defense against emotional harm.
Also the way his face instantly changes after that, like he’s said too much. vulnerability. lowering his eyes. shifting his eyes. literally just everything about this scene makes me love him all the more.
Dark carriage rides up to the Crows’ hiding place. Grisha circle the area as Aleksander steps from the carriage slowly, dressed all in black, floofy cloak high on his shoulders. Villain Entrance™
Him slowly pulling a knife out of his chest like it shouldn’t have killed him is hot as fuck and also totally badass. Big dick energy.
“I’ve had enough of your lies.” “And what lies are those?” - Alina, pulling out a fifty mile long scroll of grievances: Well, for starters-
This man is literally just an Alina Starkov compliments machine.
He cares so much about the Grisha and their protection. He loves Ravka and his people so much.
He had an entire cult dedicated to him.
“They would approach him. They always did. But he felt more anxious than usual. He’d stopped trying to make friends in the places he and his mother visited—there was no point when they moved on so quickly. Now he wasn’t quite sure how to go about it.”
Save a Villain. Murder the King.
Openly admits to staging a coup like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
He speaks so slowly. He moves so slowly. Everything he does has to have Purpose and Gravitas.
Theater Nerd™
He knew Nikolai for years and yet couldn’t recognize him as Sturmhond. We do stan an oblivious icon 💕
The Darkling after he gets his ass whooped in Siege and Storm: Mom can you please come pick me up? I’m scared!
He’s here to manipulate sun summoners and murder cities. And unfortunately he’s all out of sun summoners.
Would absolutely get drunk on real alcohol. This man thinks kvas is strong liquor.
Has his wrists exposed exactly one time in the most skin he’s shown all season and it’s when Alina visits him at night in the war room. WHORE!
Was too emotionally slutty and fell for Alina. RIP.
He’s passionate and cold and beautiful and hurt and twisted up in ways nobody could ever hope to understand and he’s stunning.
I would literally kill for this man 🖤✨
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reasons why alina starkov and i are the same person
- part asian part white - seduced by the darkling - chaotic mess - girl power - bisexual af (my hc) - we have cool names - we stand up to injustice - we had those “I hate myself” moments, and the subsequent healing - we have the same sense of humor - we have bROwN haIR
that was sorta random, sorry. i just really relate to her
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CONGRATULATIONS, SIDNEY!
You have been accepted for the role of ALEKSANDER MOROZOVA. Admin Bree: Sidney, I can't even express how excited I was to see your app in the inbox! The Darkling is a crucial character to the movement of the plot and the game as a whole, and I worried that we wouldn't have someone to take him up once more and play him—correctly, at that, but you did it, and you did it so well. The changes you made made an already great application even better, and your understanding of him shone through in every word. I can't wait to see what you do with him on the dash. Well done! You have 24 HOURS to send in your account. Also, remember to look at the CHECKLIST.Welcome to Ravka!
OUT OF CHARACTER ALIAS: Sidney. PREFERRED PRONOUNS: She/Her. AGE: Twenty. TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY LEVEL: I’m in EST for the summer! I’ll have a lot more free time since I’m home. I do have a part time job, and occasionally I’ll pick up some double shifts, but it’s not too time consuming. I’ll be able to check in daily and I’m always around to plot. As for when the fall semester starts, I go full time and work part time, but I’m usually pretty good at keeping up with things. I can usually respond to threads within 1-3 days and am always around to plot via IMs or Skype! On a numerical scale, I’d say 7-8/10 in the summer and 6-7/10 during school semesters! TRIGGERS: None. CURRENT/PAST ACCOUNTS: Right now, I have Lucrecia. And I was also recently in OSB with Octavian. And I have Rita now.
IN CHARACTER DESIRED CHARACTER: Aleksander Morozova. (This would be my second character. I wasn’t sure if that needed specification!!)
Aleksander( ahl-ek-SAHN-der): A name of Polish origin and a cognate of the name Alexander which literally means defender of man. Some could argue this shows the true nature of the man who is most infamously known as The Darkling, but as we all know, a man’s humanity can change as quickly as darkness can snuff out light. Most notably, the name descends from none other than Alexander the Great: a true leader, a true conqueror, a ruler of empires. And Aleksander plans to do exactly same, by any means necessary.
Morozova (mor-oh-TSOH-vah): A common surname of Russian origin which is derived from the word moroz, which literally translates into frost. Aleksander has never been one to manipulate the elements, never a squaller or a tidemarker, so the literal translation of his name has often eluded him. That is, until he fully grasped the weight of his own power, of the shadows he can cast, of the darkness that spills so willingly from his fingertips. Perhaps it is comparable to the bitter chill of ice leaving its mark. Just as the cold consumes and obliterates, darkness is just as powerful, if not more. He takes pride in his last name and in the meaning behind it. Though this name has many meanings and many different faces associated with it, it is his. He’s worn it since he was a boy and it will live on long after he’s gone. And he foresees no end to the legend it has become.
WHAT DREW YOU TO THIS CHARACTER? I have been in love with The Darkling since the first moment I saw him come to life on paper! Despite his games and his lies and all his flaws, I truly believe in his goodness. It’s deep down, trust me. Deep, deep, deep, deep down. But I think he’s more human than he’ll ever admit, because after all, what’s more human than succumbing to greed? Nothing.
Power has not been all he’s ever wanted, all he’s ever dreamed of, but oppression has a funny way of changing a young boy’s mind. And furthermore, witnessing injustice and suffering first hand can do wonders for a young man’s ambitions. I truly believe at the root of Aleksander you can find a pure and inherently good motive. If one were to examine his life and dig into his past, I think an exact moment can be found when he finally decided enough is enough. And since then, he can no longer stand idly by while people, blessed with immense power just like him, endure the wrath of those who choose to persecute that which they do not understand.
And while power may be the key to success in the act of uprising an entire people, it also corrupts as viciously as a knife cuts or an arrow pierces. It’s fast, you never see it coming and it is likely you will not survive. Despite harnessing that power for good and creating a way of life for Grisha within Ravka, being the most powerful and revered Summoner to ever walk the Earth, it still isn’t enough for him!
He’s insatiable. Each and every day his stomach rumbles with a hunger for more, with an incessant need to consume. He wants more and he will always, always, always justify ends with ruthless means. No matter who it hurts. And for a time, he probably truly believed it was all for his people. He told himself each and everyday that no matter what happened and despite whatever he did, it was all right because it was for them.
But where is the line drawn? At what point will he admit that simply gaining power has become more exhilarating than liberating his people? They may simply call him The Darkling, but in truth, he is darkness. He will stop at nothing; he will let no one stand in his way. And they’re right to be afraid for Aleksander surely will not rest until he has swallowed the world in his darkness.
Basically, I’m just really obsessed with this character!
WHAT FUTURE PLOT IDEAS DID YOU HAVE IN MIND? ONE: CONTROLLING HIS SHADOW FOLD — No good deed goes unpunished, especially when it is fueled by greed. The fold is a monster, one of his own creation, but it is his baby. His own terrifying and ugly production as a result of being far too in touch with his humanity. And despite all the destruction it has caused and all the lives it has taken, he is convinced it is the answer. Perhaps protection is what it once was for, but greed lies at the root. Always wanting more and never satisfied, Aleksander unleashed a beast upon Ravka—the home of his people. And while a noble goal (to protect his people and strike fear in their enemies) may have been the original idea, a way to keep Grisha safe from those who wish to harm them, it has grown into a wild and uncontrollable creature. Living, breathing darkness. And in truth, it has only made life harder for the residents of Ravka. Many have tried, out of necessity not want, to cross the Unsea and many have lost their lives during the process. That was never what Aleksander wanted, but sacrificing the few for the lives of the many is what makes a great leader.
Gaining control of the fold, of his monster, has always been a priority to him and now with his sights on the sun summoner, it is looking more and more like a reality rather than a distant dream. The way I see it, Aleksander will never be sated in his quest for power. Yes, he has end-game goals, lofty ones at that, but will it ever be enough? No. So much has already changed since he was called The Black Heretic. He created the fold to control his enemies and has been searching for the sun summoner, the one to complete him and sate his quest for power ever since. Now that she’s been found, all that’s left is to move forward with his plan, yes? But then what? Even if every other single territory submits to the Grisha, to him, will it be enough? He’s spent most of his life with this unruly beast as his greatest adversary; it may be his greatest creation as well, but it, in a very real sense, cannot be controlled. I really think he will go to great lengths, as he has done his entire life, to grab the reins, so to speak. But the first step is undoubtedly to gain control of her: Gemma. And I would love to see him use his wiles, his natural charm as a means to gain insight into her as a person and try to lure her into a trap perhaps. He’s powerful, some would even go so far as to say he’s all-powerful, Aleksander included, but will Gemma see past all that? Or fall victim? I don’t want to assume anything about her or claim to know what she would do, but the fold and her are nearly one in the same for him in the sense that he needs to have both of them under his thumb. And though she may look like an easy target, I have a feeling she won’t roll over quietly. So, he must make the allure of power, of ruling an entire country as appealing as it can be and convincing a girl she’s special wouldn’t be the worst thing he’s ever done.
TWO: MANIPULATION IS AN ART — Does this darkness have a name? Is it your name? He’ll consume the world with darkness until all that is left is himself. All his life his only true companion has been found in the dark, flowing from his fingers in a swirl of dancing shadows. Tangible and ravaging—his power. And just like Aleksander, it is ravenous. Hungry for more, always more. More of what? Destruction. Ruination. Power. While it is has always been clear he is destined to walk the Earth alone, and he’s accepted that no one will ever really understand him, a part of him still calls for something. Always searching, always hunting, always planning for the future, for his people. He’s embraced his given name by now: The Darkling, and he’s come to love the fear and respect it invokes. Darkness is who he is; it is who he will always be. Moi soverennyi, they whisper. Moi soverennyi, they call. Moi soverennyi, they scream. But still, Aleksander can remember what it was like to be the simple boy in his mother’s arms. Innocent. Loved. Despite his age, his greed and his manipulative default setting, I really want to see him struggle with his morality. After all, to control them, you must understand them. But has he lost sight of what it means to be the champion, the leader of his people? With a name like The Darkling, it’s not surprising. But does he use this title, against his own people? Or was it meant to strike fear in those who simply do not understand them?
Aleksander knows what it means to be molded and shaped into something someone else wants you to be. He understand what it means when people label you as something dark, something evil, something to be feared. But he also knows what it is like to have a thirst for power—for darkness—take root in your soul. He still remembers the days his mother pushed him until all he could feel was darkness, all he could see were shadows, all he could taste was black. She held him in the palm of her hand, twisting and contorting him into the ruthless being she knew he could be. Ironic that he chooses to do the same to those around him now, isn’t it? He holds his people as an artist holds clay, sculpting them into what he wants them to be. He’s made Os Alta the Grisha capital of the world, but did he ask if this is what they wanted? I cannot stress enough how much I love the inherent irony in a character like Aleksander. A young boy, born with no more than his mother’s bosom to call his own, grew up loved and praised and exalted. But inside him, she instilled a hunger. Too much praise can cause a boy to turn sour in the blink of an eye. Too much power can turn a man evil in mere moments. Is there no line he won’t cross? I really would love to explore Aleksander going to outrageous extremes to get the thing he wants most: more power. Whether it be sacrificing those closest to him or executing deals with other nations, or even lying and scheming behind the backs of his own people.
THREE: AMBITION IS EVIL — Ever since he was a child and he learned what he could do—what he was—he has wanted a better life for him and his people. He’s watched entire villages of those like him burned to the ground, witnessed massacres and had a front row seat to countless slaughters. He grew up knowing nothing but the stain of Grisha blood and the smell of Grisha flesh. But enough was enough. He wanted respect for his life as well as his people’s, and he didn’t think that was too much to ask. Instead, they were treated as pariahs, glared at and whispered about, taken and experimented on, and even worse killed for simply being what they are: Grisha. And despite being the only one of his kind within this group, he still feels for them. He still weeps when they’re slandered and burned at the stake. He still rages when they’re taken and sliced open in the name of science and discovery. Being different does not mean you are lesser; Aleksander knows this. Your difference is what gives you power, my boy. And your power is unstoppable. Words of his mother, of course. But oppression runs deep, no matter the source from which it comes. And changing the minds of a hundred people may seem doable, but convincing an entire nation and its surrounding borders is no easy feat. It’s taken him years to get where he is today, taken him more effort and time and money than he ever thought necessary.
It’s a never-ending battle, this fight for equality. Sacrifices were made, some by him and many, many more by his own people. Hell, there’s even an entire book dedicated to the martyrs of those who walked the Earth before them, but it will all be worth it when those who once set his people ablaze and spilled their innocent blood bow before him. There is nothing more important to Aleksander than that. They will kneel, or he will make them. Either way, they will. I find it fascinating that injustice lies at the root of his ambitions, which over time have morphed and, as a result, gone askew. Deep down, I truly believe a young Aleksander could never imagine sacrificing his own people for this cause he’s deemed as righteous: a liberation of all Grisha. But it interests me even more how far away he’s drifted from this goal. And I want to explore his struggle between managing his selfish greed and his once selfless ambition. Power corrupts and he is a prime example of how far one can be lead off course while in bed with sovereignty.
WOULD YOU BE WILLING TO HAVE YOUR CHARACTER DIE?: Yes! I’m always down for character deaths tbh! As long as the death and loss fit into and go along with the plot and it all feels organic!
IN DEPTH IN CHARACTER PARA SAMPLE(S): THEN: Fifteen years old His hands are numb. His fingertips twinge, bright red and stinging with pain felt all the way down to the bone. He’s spent the last hour with his body pressed into the freshly fallen snow, hiding out of view. His mother hovered a few feet behind him, keeping her head low as she knelt just inside the tree line. The small tent he’d slept in last night lay beside him in a heap atop the snow.
Smoke billows from the wreckage, embers glowing every so often—every time the wind blows. It meets the sky with ambivalence, sullying the perfectly tame white sky with its taunting black cloud. Aleksander can’t help but wonder if people feel the same way about him, but the thought vanishes quickly when the wind shifts and the stench hits his nostrils. Not from the tents that lie in ruin just down the hill, no, but from the pile of bodies that lay at the feet of the soldiers.
Burnt flesh.
The realization brings a sour taste to the tip of his tongue and he swallows hard. The harsh, cold air makes it feel like sandpaper lines his throats and the urge to cough creeps up. It erupts from his lips before he can stop it and the soldier at the bottom of the hill snaps his head up in Aleksander’s direction. Silently, he curses himself and buries his head deep into the snow, but he should know better. It’s useless to hide; they always find you.
“Well, what are you waiting for, you lazy shit! Go get him!” The soldier takes off on a run, his boots crunching violently atop the snow and it grows louder lunging toward Aleksander. His heart pounds in rhythm with his steps, but he’s positive it seizes within his chest and renders him dead for a full minute when the soldier forcibly sends him down with the others.
He slams hard into the man who he’d only just met three days prior, effectively knocking him down. But the two are both yanked to their knees quicker than they can even think to lick their wounds. Something over his shoulder calls to him, beckons him to turn his attention as well as his head in the direction of his mother. She stands behind a tree, head peeking out every so often, and he swears he can see tears rolling down her cheeks—something he’s never, ever seen before; his mother crying.
“Well, well, well, what do we have over there?” The solder releases his gun; it falls to his side and, just for a moment, Aleksander thinks he can be quick enough to grab it. He can snatch it from the man, turn his own gun back on him and save his people. ”Is that your mother, boy?” The man’s words slice through his fantasy just as the villain always does to the hero.
“She a freak like you?” The soldier next to him taunts, a menacing smile spread across his mouth. He looks from one to the other, slowly, with disgust apparent in his quartz eyes. “I’ll take that as a yes, then. Bind him. Now.” The man on the end takes a step forward as he reaches for the extra rope chained to his belt. “You—” he points to a third, “go get her.”
“She has nothing to do with this.” His voice is low, assured, but still it comes out far weaker than he intends; it’s filled with far more emotion than he should reveal at a time like this.
“Ah,” the one in front of him notes, pulling up the fabric of his pants at the thighs and bending at his knees. He’s at Aleksander’s level now, eye to eye—villain to hero. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“No, please. Leave her ou—”
In the blink of an eye, the man raises his arm and lands his palm along Aleksander’s face. It stings, the slap to his cheek; it brings tears to his eyes, and he feels like surrendering. He wants to stop running; to stop hiding; to stop being hunted. Maybe resigning himself is the only option. At least if he’s gone, no other Grisha village will fall simply because he and his mother had arrived. But there has to be more than this, he thinks. More than running, more than hiding, more than just surviving.
He wants to live.
He wants to fight.
And with that realization, he pushes himself to his feet and stands tall. His power follows in tandem, growing just as he rises. It swirls within him, heading toward his hands, strong and solid—a deadly weapon to wield. He sucks in a sharp breath as he raises his right arm up above his head. Anger mixes with darkness to create an unstoppable force, and he summons it to the surface.
As fast as a crack of lightning, he slashes his arm down and across on an angle. It sounds like the snap of a whip, echoing along the trees and causing a hush among those around him. But they cannot look away, and neither can he. Blood begins to spill from the cut along the man’s bald head, seeping down and running along his cheeks. Slowly, his head splits in two, followed by his neck, then his torso. When Aleksander blinks and reopens his eyes, his jaw slacks and falls slightly agape.
“The Cut.”
Someone behind him whispers and he snaps his head back, glaring at them quizzically. The what? He goes to speak, but in the corner of his eye, he can see a soldier reaching for his gun. There’s no time to think, no time to weigh his options or beg for forgiveness. What’s done is done. His mother’s voice rings true throughout his clouded mind. If she could see him now, with a man split in two lying dead at his feet, would she think him a monster? Would she cower as the others that surround him have done? They’ve grabbed their children, pulled them close, yanked them as far away from him as they can get.
They’ll be afraid of you, Aleksander. But fear is good. Fear you can control.
A gunshot sounds. A Grisha falls to the snow, blood pooling beneath their lifeless body, tainting the once white snow with crimson, but Aleksander cannot see it as anything other than hatred, once again, invading his home. That familiar anger begins to creep in, but he welcomes it with open arms. He lets it engulf him; he lets it take control. Wisps of black billow from his palms, and with little effort, he commands it toward the soldiers—the rotten men who dare to take the life of his people. It envelops them in darkness, and they cry; they plead for mercy. But Aleksander cannot grant them something they do not deserve.
And with one clench of his fist, the shadows clench around their throats. Tighter and tighter, until every last inch of life—of light—is stolen from them. He can feel it; he can feel their last dying breath in the palms of his hands.
He has all the control.
He can decide their fate.
He gets to choose who lives and who dies.
And with one swift glance to the people on his side of this mere battle; with one look at their faces, he basks in the triumph in their eyes and steals every soldier’s last ounce of life.
NOW: Age unknown “Moi soverennyi.” They greet him as he enters, heads bowed and hands folded identically. The only thing that sets them apart are the colors of their kefta. Distantly, he wonders if he’d assigned them that way on purpose. He remembers a time when all he could think of was inclusion, but it hadn’t taken long to split up a united people; for blue to mean something entirely different than red, or black. Of course, his is singular in color. He stands out. The only one to walk hand-in-hand with darkness.
With a flick of his wrist, he dismisses their stance of adoration as the door closes behind him. Murmurs begin, hushed voices enveloping the room once more as he makes his way to his seat. Naturally, it’s at the head of the table and raised slightly higher than the rest of the chairs.
“Where are we with the expeditions?” He asks before he sits, and those deemed worthy enough to sit in his war room scramble quickly, rummaging through the papers before him. Frustration ignites and he shakes his head furiously. “Clear the table. Show me on the map. Now.”
“Yes, Moi soverennyi,” one of them quivers, scooping up the country figurines and placing them along the map.
“Right away,” the other follows, and Aleksander watches him carefully as he places a caravan just south of Sikursk.
“They’re only at Sikursk? I was assured they would arrive in Shu Han by this morning.”
“Yes, Moi soverennyi. I am aware, but we just received word less than an hour ago of their delay. Something about an attack while trying to cross through Koba.”
“An attack? What sort of attack?” No one answers him. They continue to squirm and shuffle, reading and rereading the same papers over and over. “Answer me.” He doesn’t shout; he rarely ever does. But he has a tone, one unmistakable to those who are closest to him. But still nothing, still silence, still defiance, if you were to ask Aleksander.
“Moi soverennyi, please,” a familiar voice cuts through the chaos of the room, along with slicing through his rising anger. “Allow me to explain.”
“Please do.”
“As you know, Shu Han has been the rather difficult territory to do business with. Yes, we may have worked our way into their leader’s pocket, but still—” he pauses, clasping an arm on a fellow corporalki, “there are…. shall we say, radicals.”
“Radicals.” He echoes the word, chewing it uneasily between his lips.
“Yes, radicals. Those who deem it necessary to attack our caravan and injury seven of our people. Two of whom may not live to see tomorrow’s sunrise.” He pauses as he rounds the other end of the table, stopping briefly to lock his gaze with Aleksander, but as quick as their eyes meet, Altan glances back at the floor. “So, you see, Moi soverennyi, it was out of their control.”
He shudders at the thought of his people being blindsided. He needs more information; needs to know exactly what happened. And more than anything, he wants the culprits found, tried and gutted.
“Very well,” he says simply. “I’d like a briefing after, but in the meantime send Vera with a team of four and two riders.”
“Yes, Moi soverennyi. As you wish.” He nods and returns back to his post, walking behind Aleksander and taking the seat to his right.
“And what of Novyi Zem? How many survived The Fold?” Aleksander sits, observing as the rest of the men place pieces all across the map. It looks as if it is a game, he thinks. One I intend to win, a much deeper and far darker part of him replies.
“Not many, Moi soverennyi, but we have high hopes for the next car—” the man’s words are cut short by the slam of the door against the wall. He sighs with frustration, running his fingertips roughly along the edge of his jaw.
“Please forgive the intrusion, Moi soverennyi, but it is of the utmost impor—”
With a slam of his fist to the table, the wood cracks with a sharp snap and the mouths of every single person within the room slam shut, eyes wide with horror. But the one who spoke, Fyodor, looks more irritated than afraid.
“Please, Moi sov—” he tries again, but Aleksander holds a hand up.
“You do not understand, Moi soverennyi. Please allow us to explain.” This time it is Svetlana who speaks, her voice grating and unnerving as it dances along his very last nerve.
“Fine, fine out with it, Gavrikova. Speak.” He orders her as he’s done so many times before, but his eyes never leave the map on the table before him.
“We found her, Moi soverennyi,” she pauses, head turning toward Adrik on her left, then on Fyodor to her right. Her cheeks flush with excitement as her gaze makes its way back to Aleksander and he takes note of her chest as it swells with pride.
“We found your Summoner.”
“Now’s not the time for jokes, Svetlana.” He pinches the bridge of his nose between his index finger and thumb, a defeated sigh brushing past his lips slowly.
“I would never joke of such a thing, Moi soverennyi,” she takes another step toward the table, gathering more of her composure once she stops, slowly tucking her arms behind her back and nodding assuredly. “I,” she emphasizes the same way a petulant child does, “found her. She awaits your arrival. In your office.”
MOMENTS LATER — The Darkling’s Office He pauses in front of the door, straining his ears as he leans in for the tenth time. He hears nothing once again, but he still isn’t quite sure what he expected. Crying, perhaps? It is always so much easier to get them to cooperate when they’re motivated by fear—such an easy emotion to manipulate. It is the very reason he has stayed in power for all these years; he is revered by some, but feared by all.
This girl, the one they tell him can take the eyes of men with only light must be quite different.
Deciding he simply cannot wait any longer, he pushes aside all reservations and lets the wave of childlike excitement wash over him—that of a timid young boy unwrapping a present on his name day. Charcoal hues land on her as the door swings open and she takes his breath away, this girl who hath summoned light, this anomaly, this Sankta, and damn if she was not the most beautiful creature he has ever laid eyes on. Gentle and delicate yet shoulders held high, chin risen and eyes narrowed on the ruler of his—of her—people.
“What do they call you?” He takes a step toward her, nearly crossing half the room in one stride, but he stops in his place and chooses to lock his arms behind his back as he waits for an answer, for this interaction shall tell him all he needs to know about the girl.
“Gemma.” Her voice is flat, emotionless, but Aleksander knows better than to trust a woman’s voice; they have tells, as does anyone, and he’ll soon learn hers as well.
“And what do you know of us? Of your people?” It’s subtle, the inflection; an idea carefully placed in the midst of an innocent question. They will be your people soon enough.
“Not much,” she clears her throats and folds her arms across her chest, eyes still trained to the rug instead of looking to him with the respect he demands of all his pupils, a respect he has rightfully earned, but he cannot fault the girl for being uneducated in their ways.
“Right, I suppose nothing is a more accurate description,” another step and he reaches her side, and with a small gesture of his arm, he cups her chin gently and forces her attention to him. “But you are very aware of what we—what you—are capable of.” It’s a statement and he speaks it with a coy twist to his lips, a subtle mention of her checkered past and the certain power she is capable of.
She doesn’t answer, not at first, and so they linger there in this moment, with her chin in his hand and their eyes locked. “Tell me, Gemma,” he drops her chin along with his gaze and turns on his heel, striding away in the opposite direction, “did you know the man whose sight you stole?”
“No,” she pleads, emotion breaking through steel composure, “but I did not mean to hurt him.”
“Of course you did.”
“No,” she says firmly, with an ever-so-slight nod of her head. “It was an accident.”
“Breaking a glass is an accident.” He stops once he reaches the other side of the room. “Dropping papers is an accident.” He turns slowly, rounding his neck quicker than his body so as to lock their eyes once more, and he narrows his gaze once her glance meets his. “Getting caught was surely an accident as well, but—” he lets the silence linger, a pregnant pause in anticipation of what words are to come, and perhaps she already knows them. “Blinding a man, well, that is surely no accident.”
She doesn’t answer and all that remains by way of a reaction is the small scowl she offers, but it would seem she’s fighting that rage, that very anger that got her here. And so he walks back toward her slowly, the only noise in the room is his boots as they hit the stone, but then he speaks again. “Tell me, was this the first time you summoned light?”
“Yes.”
“Never before? Have you since?”
“No. Well,” she pauses, glancing away from him, “I haven’t tried.”
Interesting. He ponders a world in which someone awakens with power and then proceeds to deny it any life. “And what did it feel like? Can you remember anything about that exact moment?”
Her mouth falls agape, eyes slightly widened with what Aleksander can only imagine to be horror at having to recall a moment in which she took a man’s life, but he can no longer recall such a remorse. He’s taken too many lives, perhaps, to be able to feel any such thing, but he needs to inspect her motivations. How had she remained unnoticed for so long?
“I’d rather not relive the moment!” He voice grows louder, angrier and a smile spreads slowly across his lips as he tap dances along her very last nerve, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
“Of course not. I didn’t mean the moment when you hurt him, I meant the moment when you let the light take over. Do you remember it?” Do you remember the power?
He listens carefully at first as she begins, and it’s almost heartwarming how she stutters and hesitates to reveal just how wonderful it felt, like a warm hug from a friend or the kiss of first light on a clear day. So many metaphors, so many ways to describe the light, all of which he’s never experienced or witnessed, but each entice him more than the last. And the distant thought lingers as she continues on: does darkness even exist without light?
“Show me,” he interrupts her with a stern voice, somewhat demanding, just as a child demands attention.
“I… I don’t know how. I don’t even know how it happened in the first place!” She’s panicking, inching away from him as reality sets back in. No longer are the two sharing stories of power, but instead they have ventured back to prisoner and warden.
“Well, Gemma,” he exaggerates her name with a flick of his wrist as he inches toward her slowly, “one of the benefits of being The Darkling is being an amplifier.” She stares up at him slightly confused, and suddenly it sets in just how uneducated she truly his about herself and the small science. “An amplifier, person or object, enhances the abilities of any Grisha. And usually my most trusted Grisha receive amplifiers as a gift from me,” he pauses for a moment, reaching his hand up to brush away a stray piece of hair as bright as the sun from her face, “for their service and to show how greatly they are appreciated.” Still, she seems confused, albeit less than she was before, but there is still a twist to her brow. “Amplifiers will help you project your power farther, it will enhance it and it will make you stronger, perhaps even offer you a bit more control.” He finishes with a small smirk.
“But for now, all you have is me.”
He takes another half step and closes all the distance between them, but turns slowly so his shoulders are squared with hers. And with minimal concentration and a small dance of his fingertips, darkness emerges. It’s thick like smoke but far more buoyant, and it spreads like wildfire, engulfing everything within the room in blackness, including her. Gemma’s face falls out of view, but he reaches out to her, locking his hand around her forearm.
“Show me.” His voice is low, deep, almost disembodied if it weren’t for the fact that his arm was latched onto her. But still, she struggles. She doubts herself and her abilities, but Aleksander knows this legend, this fairytale of a girl, and he knows exactly what she is capable of. She just requires a little push. And with that thought, he tightens his grasp on her ever so lightly, and calls out to that light within her. Show yourself, it says. Show me.
And show it she does.
It comes in short bursts at first, little spurts and flickers of light emerge from the end of her fingertips, so he focuses his energy, his voice as he calls to it, that power within her, and then it comes rushing out, flowing like a geyser of warm sunlight. And it isn’t long until her light begins to push away the darkness between them, consuming it and turning it into something better, something pure, something less dark. For a moment they linger, eyes locked as her light and his darkness swirl within the confines of his office. And if one were to ask Aleksander, he’d say black and white had never looked so good together. Like calls to like. And it was clear they were far more alike than he could have ever imagined. It was all so clear now, his path to righteousness and it is one he intends to walk with Gemma, the Sun Summoner, by his side.
“Now,” he starts, voice slightly raised to make himself heard over the swirl of light and dark around them, “take it all, Gemma.” He gives her another light squeeze, mostly for encouragement and her eyes fall shut. He watches in amazement as every inch of darkness, every curl of blackness is pushed away and all that remains is light—is her.
Once the room is back to normal and the light begins to fade, he releases her arm slowly and heaves a happy sigh. “Well, that will certainly make for quite the show at the Fete. We’ll be the main attraction.“ He takes a step back and watches her closely. She’s breathless, but he swears he can see a distinct happiness in the corner of her eye. That’s right, he thinks. "With me by your side, Gemma,” he pauses, choosing his words carefully, making sure each phrase paints a precise picture in her mind, “only great things will come." But only he knows the true meaning: with you by my side, I’ll rule the world.
CHARACTER HEADCANONS: 1. ASTROLOGY: Sagittarius — Born a young, idealistic boy, Aleksander saw the world with goggles for most of his childhood, unaware of the tragedy of his kind, but he’s always been acutely aware of his and his mother’s own strife. But once he learned, and witnessed firsthand the kind of suffering Grisha can incur for simply being who and what they are, ambition and hope for change pushed him to achieve anything he set his mind to. Aleksander being the sagittarius he is, he has the innate ability to turn thoughts and ideas into concrete actions. He can also be unbearably impatient and ridiculously stubborn, but if you are on his side and agree with him, then it’s a good thing because he will always fight hardest for what he is adamant about. But when he’s not working far too hard in the war room, he’s plenty capable of having a good sense of humor and quick wit, he just reserves it for the rarest of occasions.
2. MBTI: ENTJ - The Commander — Confident and charismatic, Aleksander was born to lead, born to draw in a crowd and keep them listening. Ever since he was a boy, he’s been driven. Toward what? It doesn’t matter because whatever he sets his mind on, his determination and sharp mind are there to guide him toward success. Whether it be a small boy seeking a treat before dinner or a grown man hellbent on ruling the world. Despite all setbacks and regardless of any obstacles, both will prevail.
3. CHARACTER ALIGNMENT: Neutral Evil — Though I do believe Aleksander most likely started in a very different place on the spectrum of alignment (more along the lines of chaotic good), currently he’s a man who will do whatever he wants without any regard for anyone else. And though his word is bond and he will stand by what he promises, one can never be sure he’s telling the truth. If someone’s goals get in the way of his own, then crush you he will because nothing is as important to him as his own beliefs and ideals. He’s fiercely loyal when he wants to be and, in return, appreciates loyalty from his people. But the second you do not fall in line or share his same beliefs, you have signed your own death warrant and therefore become expendable.
4. STYLE: Aleksander keeps his facial hair short and neatly trimmed. Sometimes a five o’clock shadow can appear, but only if he wants it to. He’s rarely found ever sporting a beard, preferring to keep his face clean shaven always. His hair is parted perfectly, centered over his left eyebrow. It is combed on either side and slicked back. Few have seen him with his hair unkempt for he wishes to always give off a togetherness, an ease to being the ruler of an entire people. He’s a very reserved man and has very few ticks or bad habits. His nails are always perfectly trimmed and his skin is soft and smooth despite his age. And he rarely ever blemishes, but if he does, it is taken care of immediately by a healer. Image is important for someone like him. Vain? Perhaps. Necessary? Absolutely. You don’t become renowned by being an unattractive mess.
5. DETACHMENT: Aleksander has lived a thousand lifetimes, each of them very different from the last, but ending the same each time. In devastation. In death. In destruction. He has lost a thousand friends, watched a thousand loves die. It is the very reason, for as long as he can recall, he dismisses intimacy. He bats it away like a pestering fly. He slays it like a monster who lurks beneath the bed. There are few he trusts and even fewer he tolerates for he feels—he knows—no matter what, no one will ever understand him. He walks this Earth alone. He fights his demons alone. He rules his people alone. He’s long lost all hope in finding a companion, a love to last. Too much loss, too much defeat can cause a man’s heart to grow cold and resign itself to darkness. And if he’s being honest, at this point, hope is a fairytale and all that remains true is power. if life were a book, his would be littered with pages upon pages of tragedies, of loss, of grief, but power—power is something that has always been consistent; always been reliable. He can lean on power, feel it as he holds it tightly in the palm of his hand. He can wear it like a crown, wield it like a sword against his enemies, donning it by way of a kefta on his shoulders (which is notably black and of singular design). Power has become his most trusted ally, his most honorable friend, his most dependable subject. And power alone shall be his companion.
6. GRISHA: Aleksander may have lived his childhood being the only one of his kind, but that does not mean he doesn’t have his people. And though his lips are normally set into a firm line and not a single emotion can be read from his face, he cares deeply for the Grisha. It should be more than evident in how hard he’s worked for them, grabbing them and thrusting them to the top. He’s made them revered throughout Ravka. And for as long as he can remember, he’s shared the same beliefs, the same dreams as his fellow Grisha: to be free from persecution; to no longer have to run and hide; to rise up. It took time to break free from the chains of oppression, to shed the horrid treatment they’d endured for centuries, but rise they did. An idea became a movement, and a movement became a home, and with a home came an army to defend it. Equality may have been the dream long ago, but now it’s a distant memory. He and his people deserved more; they know their worth. They may be the second army now, but it is only a matter of time until they are the only army.
7. MOI SOVERENNYI: Like any father, Aleksander loved his children, his Grisha. He showered them in gifts, in keftas, in palaces, in elegance, and in return they thrust him upon a dais and called him Moi soverennyi. And for years this was enough. The rewards bestowed upon him whenever he looked his saved people in the face, appreciation enveloping him in the the kind of warm hug he never received as a child. He became their ruler. Leader of the Grisha. Commander of the Second Army. The Darkling. And with time came results. His people were no longer burned and murdered, but praised and beloved. But time has shown him that love, despite its abilities and power, is never truly enough. While most have succumb to the Grisha, tolerating them, appreciating them, even going so far as to seek out their gifts, there are still those who refuse. Aleksander loves his people, cares for them as if they were his own kin—and to him, they are—but he will stop at nothing to make them see, every last one. Even if it means sacrificing a few for the good of the many. He will do anything to make it known to those from Fjerda to Shu Han, from Novyi Zem to Os Kervo: “Welcome to The Age of Grisha; we are here to stay.”
EXTRAS: I have a graphic I made here.
Connection Expansions: GEMMA — The long awaited equal; the sun summoner. There is no one else like us, he’ll whisper. I have waited centuries for you, he’ll purr. We can rule together, you and I, he’ll coo. Anything to convince the girl of her worth, of her power, of their likeness. He knows exactly what she’s capable of. She is an unruly thing, but Aleksander has never shied away from a challenge. He wants to guide her, to control her, to use her for a very singular purpose, but she doesn’t need to know that. For years, he’s wandered alone but now, finally, where he is darkness, she is the newfound light. Like calls to like. They have the ability to complete each other, to rule. And despite all her stubbornness and the headaches it causes him, still he finds himself fascinated, enticed by her elusivity and beckoned by her elegance. He longs to corrupt her, to stain her perfect porcelain skin with a hint of darkness. And though she may resist at first, he shall stop at nothing to draw her close.
ALTAN — Possibly the only person he trusts but definitely not fully; Aleksander would never be so frivolous with his loyalties, and he’ll never truly trust in anyone other than himself. He knows better, but Altan comes close. The heartrender has proven his loyalties time and time again. He’s worked his way up to the coveted role of Aleksander’s right hand, anyone and everyone is replaceable, even him. And regardless of how easily Altan falls to his knees before him and despite how loyal he claims to be, Aleksander knows that look in his eye. Fear. But fear is good, fear makes a man loyal. But fear also has a way of burrowing deep down in a man’s gut; it has a way of eating at him, making way for doubt to take root. And it most definitely has a way of letting betrayal slip right through the door.
SVETLANA — She’s like a gnat flying and buzzing relentlessly about his head, irritating to say the least but he takes note of her strength, of her ability to conquer when the time comes. He admires the way men fall to their knees of their own volition for her; she never has to command them. Could she be useful? Time will tell. After all, she is the loyal oprichnik who brought him the sun summoner. Perhaps she cannot be as bad as he thinks. Only time will tell.
ANYTHING ELSE? I made some changes, added some things and tweaked others (hopefully for the better!!), but I just genuinely wanted to give it another shot because I so thoroughly enjoy the series and the roleplay you all have created!!! And thanks for taking the time to read (again). :) My fave book is Catcher in the Rye.
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WiHM Masterpost: Creepypasta Narrations
For any of my followers who want to support women in horror this month but don’t want to actively search for a way to do it, I have taken the liberty of compiling this masterpost.
It’s a long, long list of creepypasta narration videos that you can go listen to, like and share.
Written by Women:
Borassca written by C.K. Walker and performed by MrCreepyPasta
Borassca V written by C.K. Walker and performed by MrCreepyPasta
“The Darklings” written by Jai’me Townsend and performed by MrCreepyPasta
“Brother Dear Sister Dear: Playground” written by MissShadowLovely and performed by MissShadowLovely and MrCreepyPasta
“Brother Dear Sister Dear: First Date” written by MissShadowLovely and performed by MissShadowLovely and MrCreepyPasta
“Brother Dear Sister Dear: Birthday Party” written by MissShadowLovely and performed by MissShadowLovely and MrCreepyPasta
“Brother Dear Sister Dear: Slumber Party” written by MissShadowLovely and performed by MissShadowLovely and MrCreepyPasta
“Brother Dear Sister Dear: Springbreak” written by MissShadowLovely and performed by MissShadowLovely and MrCreepyPasta
“Brother Dear Sister Dear: Shopping Trip” written by MissShadowLovely and performed by MissShadowLovely and MrCreepyPasta
Narrated By Women:
Misc:
“The Shredder Monkey” written by NickyXX and featured on KingSpook’s Channel, narrated primarily by Eden
CreepyMissusPasta:
“The Boy on the Steps” written by Pensive Soul
“The Seer of Possibilities” written by Thomas O.
“The Hospital” written by Unknown
"Are You Coming Upstairs?” written by Unknown
“Safe” written by Rachel Chenel
“The House on First Street” written by Unknown
“From the Mouths of Lambs” written by Unknown
“Their World Was White” written by Unknown
“Mason” written by Melissaurus
“Denial” written by Dusty Davis
“They Were Lying” by Jerry Zhompson
“Outside Lights” written by SnakeTongue
“The Montford Experiment” written by Kenneth Kohl
“The Three Day Dark” written by Unknown
“Lazy Saturday Night” written by Mycool of the Fear Collective
“Every Child’s Fear” written by Unknown
“Project Icarus” written by Jerry Zhompson
“Arms” written by Umbrello
“Don’t Think of the Old Hag” written by Daniel Hammonds
“Dating Game” written by Unknown
“Busking” written by Unknown
“Full Stop” written by Ahrianna
“Red Water” written by Muderhouze
“I Can Hear Them” written by apocalypseHunter
“Dive God” written by Charles Coffman
“Three Bitesize Tales” by Vincent V Cava
“The Gristers” written by Unknown
“The Amnesia Tapes” written by Unknown
“Office 7734″ written by IPostAtMidnight
“Resort connection” written by danatblair
“Big Bad Wolf” written bySpikeStereno
“The Piggy Room” written by Unknown
“Rats” written by Unknown
“To My Sister Becky” written by RaidenDP1
“The House on Koppi” written by Frank Wagers
“The Window People” written by PhiRh0
“The Long List” written by HumboldLycanthrope
“They’re Everywhere” written by Unknown
“The Silhouette” written by Unknown
“Department of Complaints” written by IPostAtMidnight
“Don’t Peek” written by Spamalot2006
“Relief” written by Abysmii
“The Antiguan Giant” written by Unknown
“Basement Room” written by Unknown
“The Earl of Shrewsbury” written by Unknown
“A Hanging Lantern” written by G. Preeb
“I Saw a Bit of Sun Today” written by Vincent V Cava
“The Price of Passion” written by Aaron Shotwell
“To New Friends” written by Michael Whitehouse
“The Mail Man” written by Unknown
“No More Sins” written by Vincent V Cava
“One Way Doors” written by Andrew Kim
“Fun Town” written by A.L. Green
“Late Night Television” written by Insaniac
“Home Sick” written by Vincent V Cava
“Lonely Bethany” written by Aaron Shotwell
“The Pond” written by Mara
“Keep Em Laughing.wmv” written by Unknown
“At Any Price” written by Lucy C.
“The Black Fog” written by Alex Sorrow
“The Devil’s Perfume” written by Unknown
“Barricade” written by entropyblues
“Nightmares” written by Anabiel
“Maternal Instinct” written by Unknown
“Rap Rat” written by Unknown
“The Girl in White” written by Unknown
“An Egg” written by Andy Weir
“Laughing Jack” written by SnuffBomb
“Eidetic” written by Bgends
“Iron Gates” written by J.L. Rach
“Necrosis”
“To Be Normal” written by Vincent V Cava
“If You Lost a Loved One” written by David
“Polly, the Staring Doll” written by Connie and Lauren
“To Be Immortal” written by Shinigami.Eyes
“The Woman in the Red Sundress” written by Vincent V Cava
“Daisy Chain Motel” written by OvenFriend
“Hoarding” by Cleverboy
“A Story to Scare My Son” written by OvenFriend
“Bishop Selby” written by Dead Palette
“To My Ex-Husband” written by CrimsonCherubim
“Rose” written by Monica
“The Little Hobo Boy” written by Vincent V Cava
“Blue Light” written by Colin’s Home for the Damned
“The Feeling” written by Unknown
“Welcome to Sandalwood” written by Jacob Mielke
“The Crying Room” written by Mike MacDee
“The Owl” written by Aaron Shotwell
“The Crime Scene” written by Vincent V Cava
“Fetish” written by Shinigami.Eyes
“Away With the Fairies” written by Tom Farr
“Knocking” written by Vincent V Cava
“The Smiling Owl” written by Justin Sutters
“Don’t Go Into the Basement” written by Rose
“The Beautiful Burden” written by Vincent V Cava
“Genetic Memory” written by Unknown
“The Crawlspace” written by Kaitie H.
“The Door” written by Dispater
“Chat” written by Jack
“Facebook Friends” written by Maximilian Porky
“Never Again” written by Unknown
“Tulpa” written by Unknown
“Binary DNA” written by Unknown
“Fuzzy” written by AMB
“Play Something” written by Mr. Zalgopasta
“Portraits” written by Unknown
“Anna” by Hypodroid
“The Vigil” written by Tam Lin
MissShadowLovely:
“Your Protector” written by Unknown
“Do You Hear the Noises?” written bysuckitbleu77
“Unidentified” written by Mrs. F
“They’re Watching” written by RyRy
“The Street Lamp” written by Zach
“Second Life” written by Kissa
“Cairn” written by Conical
“Survival Guide” written by Unknown
“Daddy’s Little Princess” written by Unknown
“The Intruder” written by Unknown
“Out With a Bang” written by Myth
“A Perfect Pair” written by Unknown
“Kuchisake-Onna”
“Call Me Tomorrow, Okay?” written by Boudica
“Origin” by Nighthawk
“Branches in the Wind” by Legendd
“My Haunting Past” written by Jack
“Mr. Widemouth” written by perfectcircle35
“The Passenger” written by Mike W.
“The Expressionless” written by T-Jay Lea
“Smiledog” written by Unknown
“The Rasper Book” written by Unknown
“The Piano’s Song” written by Nate C.
“Little Pink Backpack” written by OcularFracture
“No More Sins” written by Vincent V Cava
“Lazy Saturday night” written by Mycool
“Doppelgangers” written by Unknown
“Pale Luna” written by Ed
“The Victoria Kindergarten Project” written by Unknown
“The Crooked Man” written by Unknown
“Red Crayons” written by Unknown
Eden Studios:
“The Black Dog” written by LuckTimeDragon
“The Thief” written by Unknown
“Mistakes” written by Unknown
“EyeMouth” written by the itch
“The Devil Game” written by InfernalNighmare333
“Unmarked Postage” written by the itch
“A Favor for a Favor” written by Vincent V Cava
“First One” written by WolfNature
“The Russian Sleep Experiment”
“Joralemon” written by David Grilli (and featuring Lady White Rabbit)
“I Hate New Year’s Eve” written by Matt Dymerski
“I Found a Site Called Love & Piece” written by InvaderLynx
“The Harbinger Experiment” written by Zyon J
“The Police Arrested a Man Covered in Blood” written by Matt Dymerski
“Love” written by Unknown
“The Break Room Incident” written by the itch
“A Demon’s Game” written by InfernalNightmare333
“I Used to be Fearless” written by Unknown
“Failed Rituals” written by Chris Stewart
“Her Name Was Emma” by alackofcoasters
“A Cinderella Story” written by iwantbear
“12 Minutes” written by roboKy
“The Alice Killings” written by BigMouth12349
“Bunk Beds” written by cockney pasta
“Lightning” written by al apalamo
“Stairs” by Jack
“Faulty Wiring” by Hairy Monster Man
“Amy’s Wish” by Max Aaron
“Whimsywood” by Slimebeast
“I Asked My Students to Draw Monsters” written by BORN-IN-2002
“Midnight Dancer” written by Mr. Baubas
“Thank God it’s Over” written by Stealth_Nymph
“A Madman’s Guide to the Unrecommended”by Daniel Zed
“Cryostasis” by Stealth_Nymph
“Missing” by Celtic Cabbot
“The Day the Internet Died” by Skill Flea
“A House in Prague” written by Matt Dymserki
“I Don’t Know What to do” written by Ariel Lowe
“I Like Getting Naked on Cam” written by Olivia White
“The Fear Experiment” written by Muted Vocal
“I Was Born a Week Ago” written by swiftblade93
“Eden Canyon” written by Lupus Creepus
“Robert the Shadow” written by Axeman Cartoons
“The Crawling Man” written by WeAreKyle
“My Plush Kitten Came to Life” written by Christopher Maxim
“It Started as a Leak” written by Ariel Lowe
“Incision” written by Lux Noctis
“The Lonely Stars” written by Shadowswimmer77
“Just a Taste” written by Unknown
“The Crimson Candle” written by Manen Lyset
“The Blood Game” written by Henry Galley
Creeparoni:
“Clever” written by Provider92
“The Messenger Bird” written by Unknown
“Patient Zero” by Garbage Factory
“Hypothermia” written by Garbage Factory
“49, 50″ written by Jet.98
“The Crying Woman” written by EmpyrealInvective
“Not Another Scary Story” written by Temperature Zero
“Sirens” written by GreyOwl
“Maple Drive” written by SuperSatan25
“Gorge” written by Levi Salvos
“Oh Well” written by Garbage Factory
“The Funny Foul-Up of Frantic Falcone” written by K. Banning Kellum
“The Zombie Apocalypse Sucks” written by KillaHawke1
“Coats” written by DarthWeezer1994
“I Met a Maid” written by Atonal Anthem
“Gaze” written by KillaHawke1
“Hang Up” written by Levi Salvos
“The Old TV” written by SloshedTrain
“Food for the Children” written by Mike MacDee
“Bon Bon” written by CrazyWords
“Just Say No” written by supersatan25
The Preservers” written by GreyOwl
“Stereotype” written by supersatan25
“The Salt and Pepper Lady” written by Blacknumber1
“The Wolf and the Child” written by Erebella
“Their Child” written by WanderingRiverDog
“Unbearable” written by GreyOwl
“Injustice” written by JR22
“Gusts and Gales” written by Emeryy
“Last Man Standing” writen by CrtlAltDelete
“The Sound of Quiet” written by WanderingRiverDog
“The Performer” written by Cyanwrites
“Blind Man’s Bluff” written by Unknown
“MK Ultra” written by Unknown
“A Series of Short Films” written by Unknown
“I Remember” written by Dark Scholar
“Frigophobia” written by Levi Salvos
“If That Dress Could Talk” written by BlackNumber1
“Threads” written by ShatteredDream
“Along the Illinois Path” written by Savior Greg
“The Rider” written by NowYouSeeMe993
“Flower Eyes and Needle Teeth” written by Hopefullygoodgramar
“Bringer of Death” written by Cdaley
“The Unpalatable Made Palatable” written by EmpyrealInvective
“Queen Justine and the Cutest Little Shing” written by K. Banning Kellum
“Cherubs” written by KillaHawke1
“Petals” written by Shadowswimmer77
“Joe Montana Saves The Princess” written by K Banning Kellum
“Don’t Know You From Adam” written by EmpyrealInvective
“Secret Bar” written by K. Banning Kellum
“Andeusae Fortunae” written by Chris Bender
“So Much For My Complexion!” Written by Deehizzle
“The Cotton Field” written by Unknown
“Here We Are in Nanking” written by BlackPersephone
“Lust” written by RaydiantWon
“Chago” written be Blacknumber1
“The Library of Eternity” written by Unknown
“Better Films” written by Unknown
“Ole’ Broken Bones Pete” written by BlackNumber1
“Bog of Whispers” written by TheBushAdministration
“The Unkillable Kenny Leonard” written by K. Banning Kellum
“Centralia” by Emeryy
“Flourescent Lights” written by Dubiousdugong
“The House That Death Forgot” written by Josh Parker
“The Blackbird of Chernobyl” written by Unknown
“Masks For Sale” written by Raidra
“The Deaths of Lela and Raymond Howard” written by Dr, Frank N. Furter
“The Rake” written by Unknown
“Aesthetically Pleasing” written by GreyOwl
“Budget Cinema” written by Cliff Barlow
“Sisters of Mayhem” written by BlackNumber1
“Professionalism” written by Provider92
“The Apoplexy Mirage” written by Austin Bison
“Fat” written by Rinskuro13
“The Raffle” written by GreyOwl
“Regarding Georgie” written by DerpySpaghetti
“Mr. Top Hat” Written by Casualobsession
“Man size in Marble” written by E. Nesbit
“The Narrator” written by SimpleSam
“Just Like Old Times” written by MrDupin
“Your Very Own Robot Clone” written by CrashingCymbals
Lady White Rabbit:
“I Received a Mysterious Package in the Mail” written by Christopher Maxim
Blindness written by danatblair
“A Short Walk on the Beach” written by Unsettling Stories
“My Older Sister” written by Kibalnuzuka
“Anomaly” written by Rembetis
“The Warning” written by K. R. Shann
“Chemical” written by Kilkenny
“I Found My Obituary in the Local Newspaper” written by Marakasa
“The Evening News” written by Human_Gravy
“Your Daily Weather Report” written by John-JPG
2002 Chevy Cavalier written by Vincent V Cava
“The Text Message” written by The Flee!
“Psychosis” written by Matt Dymerski
“Small Talk” written by Rhialto
“Russian Roulette” written by Creepy Pasta Goblin
“Before Turning the Gun on Himself” written by Creepy Pasta Goblin
“Look at Her Eyes” written by Kiriakos Vilchez
“The All-New Improved Universal Beverage and Snack Machine” written by Unknown
“Gateway of the Mind” written by Unknown
“Mr. Mix” written by Unknown
“The Disappearance of Ashley, Kansas” written by Unknown
“Where Bad Kids Go” written by Unknown
“Medication” written by Zach Zeman
“The Pokemon Man” written by Kiriakos Vilchez
“11 Miles” written by Emeryy
“In the Flesh” written by Fear of
“Tune” written by SpydaBarnes
“Black Coffee” by Christian Dives
“I Love My Job” written by Unknown
“Blood Freezing Experiment” written by EvraVon53
“Broadcast Interruption” written by Unknown
“Eyeless Jack” written by Unknown
“Return to Earth” written by Unknown
“An Author and His Subject” written by Jon Book
“Train Ride” by Bex0213
“Your Secret Admirer” written by CreepsMcPasta
“Lightless City” written by KI Simpson
“Growths” written by Unknown
“Happy Puppet Syndrome” written by Unknown
“The Suicide King” written by John
“Blue Kings” written by Unknown
“Define Unconventional” written by Losing My Mind
“House of Rules” written by Unknown
“The Flesh Market” written by The Silicon Lemming
Killswitch written by The Archivist
“The Never Ending Road” written by Unknown
“Toast”
“Normal Porn For Normal People” written by Cosbydaf
“Implanted” written by Unknown
“Squidward’s Suicide” written by Unknown
“Evaporation” written by Archfeared
“Candle Cove” written by Kris Straub
“Because of You” written by Unknown
“Next Time You’ll Know Better” written by Unknown
“Both My Parents Were Surgeons and I Used to Talk to Furniture” written by Invictus 1988
“The Smiling Man” written by blue_tidal
“Panic” written by Unknown
“Symmetry” written by always_through
“Arizona” written by Unknown
“Forgotten Valentine” by Michael Whitehouse
“Strangest Security Tape I’ve Ever Seen” written by powerhawkmash
“The Woman in the Oven” written by Unknown
“Suicidemouse.avi” written by Unknown
“Autopilot” written by Skarjo
Written AND Performed by Women:
“The Chandelier” written by C.K. Walker and performed by Eden
“Room 733″ written by C.K. Walker and performed by Eden
“The Disappearance of Ashley Morgan” written by C.K. Walker and performed by Eden
“Back Against the the Wall” - written and performed by Eden
“Four Hours it Started” by Isis Issa and performed by Eden
“Dark Poetic Sequence” written by Anonymous Girl and performed by Eden
“I Missed You” written and performed by Eden
“Predator” written and performed by Miss Shadow Lovely
“Glimpse” written and performed by Miss Shadow Lovely
“Little Sarah” written by Ashleigh Margaret and performed by Miss Shadow Lovely
“The Weeper” written and performed by Miss Shadow Lovely
“Bath Bomb” written and performed by Miss Shadow Lovely
“I Plan to Delete My Youtube Channel” written by Chloe Duchamp and performed by MissusCreepyPasta
“Lamb Girl” written and performed by CreepyMissusPasta
“The Little Mime Girl” written by GrimNoxPrincess and performed by Creeparoni
“The Blue Bicycle” written and performed by Creeparoni
“Hematite Lake” written and performed by Creeparoni
“Moist” written and performed by Duchess Dark
“Blood Orange” written and performed by Duchess Dark
“Pills” written and performed by Duchess Dark
“Psssst” written and performed by Duchess Dark
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Duchess Dark: Twitter // Facebook // Instagram // Horror Amino
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