#Redemption (?)

[kittyrinn-aiko]

It occurs to me that a lot of people just don't get the point of Vader's redemption. It's not about living a good life now that you are a better person. Vader, aka Anakin, became one with the Force. He was more than redeemed, he ascended and became the Star Wars equivalent of an Alicorn to use an MLP reference. He literally became a deity capable of guiding others. From a Christian perspective, he become a saint. He's literally Saint Anakin. He's prof that if you've goodness in your heart, even though it be as small as a mustard seed, you can be redeemed and become something more than you could have ever imagined.

Star Wars really said "Anakin Skywalker had issues rooted in childhood trauma that was not his fault" but also "Anakin made his own choices as an adult for which he alone is responsible" but ALSO "In spite of the truly evil things he chose to do Anakin was still capable of being loved and redeemed" and I think that's important.

[ri-afan]

Danny, calmly, not facing the person he is speaking to. “As I’ve told you before, ghosts are beings made of emotion: when we feel things, we feel them 100%. While we can work on regulation and control, it influences even our speech on a metaphysical level, sometimes to the point of projection. Hence the need for control.”

Person: …

Danny, turning. “So when I say: ‘fuck you, get lost you bastard’,” Danny says, pushing his anger, hurt, and frustration into the words deliberately to where the other person is hit with it like a physical blow, “you know how much I mean it, with everything I am.”

[introvert-slushie]

I really wish more people talked about this, how Ford feels about Stan after the events of Weirdmageddon. I love his character growth a lot, Ford is often mischaracterized as a bad person and honestly I think he was just severely traumatized. He didn’t understand what he did, but now he does and he is healing with his family. That’s all that matters.

[puwoob]

Subtle redesign of my gal Visas <3

[aventurineswife]

Can you write Aventurine's reaction to seeing his baby opening eyes for the first time and revealing Avgin eyes?

A World Worth Seeing

Summary: In the quiet of a desert nursery, Aventurine holds his newborn child for the first time. As the baby opens their eyes, the unmistakable mark of their shared Avgin lineage, Aventurine is overwhelmed by a flood of emotions. Memories of his painful past and the loss of his clan resurface, but so does a newfound hope. Determined to give his child a better future, Aventurine vows to protect them and ensure their life is free from the suffering he endured.

Tags: Dad!Aventurine, Parent-Child Bond, Emotional Reflection, Hope and Redemption, Avgin Heritage, Found Family, Fatherhood, Vulnerable Aventurine, Post-Trauma Healing.

Warnings: Mentions of Past Trauma, Brief Reference to Slavery and Loss, Emotional Content‼️

A/N: CRYING, THROWING UP, 😭 WHY?! Ahem, I love Dad Aventurine or dilfs in general, I hope this fic makes you cry‼️🤗💖🫶

The nursery was quiet, save for the soft hum of the desert wind filtering through the window. Aventurine sat beside the crib, his usually flamboyant demeanor replaced by an uncharacteristic stillness. In his arms rested a small bundle wrapped in soft, white fabric—his child. The baby stirred slightly, their tiny fists curling and uncurling, and Aventurine’s heart beat faster than it ever had at the gambling table.

He hadn’t prepared for this moment, not truly. For all his meticulous strategies and contingency plans, nothing could have readied him for the weight of fatherhood. He gazed down at the infant, his hair falling over his face as he adjusted the blanket.

“Come on, little one,” he whispered, his voice unsteady but warm. “Let me see those eyes.”

The baby stirred again, a soft whimper escaping their lips before they blinked slowly, their tiny eyelids fluttering open. Aventurine held his breath as two vibrant eyes were revealed—magenta and cyan, with the unmistakable black pupils of an Avgin.

His heart stopped.

For a moment, the world fell away. The distant sound of the wind disappeared, the weight of his past faded into silence, and all that remained was the tiny being in his arms. The sight of those eyes—so strikingly familiar yet entirely unique—triggered a torrent of emotions he wasn’t prepared to face.

Memories rushed in like an unbidden tide. His clan. His mother’s gentle voice. His sister’s laughter, long since silenced. The horrors he’d endured, the chains around his wrists, the pain of losing everything. And now, here was his child, carrying the unmistakable mark of their shared lineage. A lineage he had fought to preserve, even as he tried to bury its painful legacy.

Tears welled in Aventurine’s eyes, but he quickly blinked them away, his signature grin faltering for only a moment. “Well,” he finally managed, his voice soft and laced with an unfamiliar vulnerability, “aren’t you full of surprises, just like your old man.”

The baby cooed, their tiny fingers reaching out and gripping Aventurine’s thumb with surprising strength. He chuckled, a sound filled with both awe and disbelief. “You’ve got your Papa’s eyes, huh? I guess fate had a hand in this one.”

For the first time in years, Aventurine felt something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel: hope. This child was more than a reminder of his past—they were a chance at a future he never thought he could have. A future where his clan’s story didn’t have to end in tragedy. A future where this little one could live free, unshackled by the pain and cruelty that had shaped his own life.

He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the baby’s forehead. “Don’t worry, little star,” he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. “I’ll make sure you never have to face what I did. I’ll give you a world worth seeing with those beautiful eyes.”

The baby blinked up at him, their gaze curious and unclouded by the weight of the world. Aventurine smiled, his resolve solidifying like the roll of a perfect hand. Whatever risks he had to take, whatever games he had to play, he would do it all for them.

In that moment, holding his child with their shared Avgin heritage shining back at him, Aventurine realized he’d already won the most important gamble of his life.

If I see more Dad!Aventurine reqs, I'm gonna cry fr‼️😭💔😕

While writing this fic, I saw this, I'm not okay ☹️💔

[jimbodyson]

people seem to love redemption arcs but absolutely despise a character doing something bad to earn the redemption. it’s exactly why i hate things like ‘well actually ____ didn’t deserve a redemption arc!!’ like bruh you do know someone has to do something bad before they redeem themselves right. like that’s the point of it.

[xtaleunderverse]

To celebrate Underverse's 9th Anniversary, NyxTheShield made a Chiptune version of "Redemption"

Enjoy!

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[jamin007]

It's Stormlight 10

Kaladin has been learning to read, but just barely. He reads something about Retribution, but misreads it as Redemption and the massive cognitive force that is Kaladin's desire to save people instantly realigns the shard and Kaladin is able to steal it from Taravangian

The End

[sushi-attacks]

This right here is what made me understand and love Sasuke even more. You can feel his pain and all the hardships he went through. The realization. The shame. The regret of not choosing the right path. How much he has been missing. You can see the lost child he actually is.

[fieriframes]

[Everybody is looking for redemption. For something.]

[lirii4]

Hi! Me again <3 I recently finished the story of Arthur Morgan (I'm still playing the epilogues) and I wanted to make him a portrait inspired by Disco Elysium 🪩🐴

[tech-o-mania]

Crosshair really has a good heart. Although he seems sarcastic, rude and cruel, he is kind to those who are kind to him 🥹❤️‍🩹🫶🏻

[palatinewolfsblog]

"To laugh often and much; To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; To appreciate beauty; To find the best in others; To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

[aventurineswife]

Pretty please, Blade and/or Jingliu with Harmony Pathstrider Reader who unwittingly clears their mara completely, even if only temporarily, when Reader passes them by while humming as they wander? As if all of their troubles just evaporate when they hear Reader humming, all of the anger and grief driving them suddenly feeling unnecessary in comparison to the moment of peace they accidentally received — and if Reader can manage that while just humming, who knows what they can do when outright singing?

Just to give you an idea: https://youtu.be/i0Vlp_veGXg?si=LVNN7J7qzdGmHlvn

Made by Supergiant Games, the same company who developed Hades! (The game some other anons mentioned!) 💖

Serenade for a Broken Soul

Summary: Blade finds his tormented soul momentarily at peace when he hears your soft humming as you wander. Unaware of the effect your song has on him, you unknowingly clear Blade's mara—his curse of madness and anger—if only temporarily. For a fleeting moment, Blade feels something other than rage and suffering, and he begins to wonder what more might lie within your voice. Could your song offer him the release he desperately seeks?

Tags: Blade x Reader, Emotional Healing, Self-Healing, Redemption, Angst, Inner Struggles, Quiet Comfort, Vengeance.

Warnings: Mild angst, Mentions of trauma and immortality, Exploration of grief and suffering, Light healing, Introspection, Minor existential themes.

Blade had walked the stars for so long that the anger and resentment burned through him like a constant, unyielding fire. His memories were fractured, his body was broken, and his soul—well, it had been torn to pieces long ago. Every step he took was a step further into the abyss of his own torment, where vengeance, madness, and the eternal curse of mara weighed him down.

His sword, a cracked and ancient relic, was a reflection of himself. A weapon designed for destruction, but also a symbol of something lost—a time when there was peace, before the world had crumbled and left him to become nothing more than a shadow of a man.

But today, as he wandered the corridors of the Stellaron Hunter's base, something unexpected happened. He wasn’t sure what it was, at first. Maybe it was the way the air had shifted, or perhaps it was something about the soft sound he heard—like a whisper of wind through the trees, but gentler, more soothing.

It was you.

Your voice.

He didn’t realize it immediately, but as you wandered down the same hall, humming an unfamiliar tune, something within him—something dark and chaotic—stilled. For the first time in ages, Blade felt his mind clear. His steps faltered for a moment as he heard the soft melody, and for the briefest of moments, the burden of his existence seemed lighter.

It was the humming—gentle, soothing, effortless. It wrapped around him like a blanket, pulling him away from the madness that had consumed him for as long as he could remember. The mara inside him, that ever-present gnawing hunger for destruction, quieted.

Blade’s eyes, normally full of burning fury, flickered with confusion. His heart, once cold and hardened by years of rage and sorrow, now beat in sync with the rhythm of your song. How could something as simple as a hum have this effect on him? Why was it so... calming?

You weren’t aware of the effect your melody had on him, of course. You were simply lost in your own little world, oblivious to the man standing just a few feet away, his body stiff with surprise.

It was rare that Blade could experience peace. Even rarer that he could feel something other than hatred, bitterness, and the crushing weight of his past. But here, in this moment, as your voice brushed against the walls and into his soul, Blade felt something he hadn’t in so long: release.

The anger that usually raged within him, that dark storm that had driven him for years, seemed... unnecessary. It seemed small. It felt like a distant memory now, irrelevant in comparison to the tranquility your humming gave him. In that moment, he was not Blade, the relentless hunter, nor Yingxing, the broken soul. He was just a man standing in the quiet, surrounded by a calmness he had never known.

He didn’t know how long he stood there, lost in the peace of the moment, but it was long enough to feel something shift within him. The fractured pieces of his being seemed to settle, just for a moment, into something less jagged. Something resembling... wholeness.

You continued on, unaware of Blade’s presence or the profound impact your song had on him. He didn’t follow you, nor did he try to engage. Instead, he stayed rooted in place, his mind reeling from the quiet, still moment you had unknowingly gifted him.

If your humming could do this—if it could silence the endless storm of his thoughts and ease the constant gnawing pain of his existence—then perhaps... perhaps there was more to you than just a passerby. Perhaps you could give him more than just a fleeting moment of peace. What would it be like to hear you sing?

For the first time in a long time, Blade felt a strange flicker of something deep within him—hope. An emotion he had long abandoned.

But it wasn’t just hope for the release he so desperately sought, no. It was a hope for something else—something that no longer felt impossible.

As your humming faded into the distance, Blade’s gaze lingered on the path you had taken, his mind swirling with possibilities. What if...?

And what if, someday, he could hear you sing?

The thought of it lingered in his mind like the memory of a dream, something sweet, fragile, and distant. Something that, just maybe, could offer him more than the destruction and endless vengeance he had been chasing all this time.

For now, though, he would let the peace of your song stay with him, even if just for a little while longer.

Just for a little while longer.