#vengeance

[creetch]

'Revenge is bad' to YOU. i love when a character destroys everyone who wronged them. i love when they get to bite and maim and tear and rip and scratch and kill. Sorry ur catholic about it but i'm different

[mayasdeluca]

Nicole + lifting Waverly

[knivesandteeth]

So like Garak left his pretty doctor a hint to his location in the form of one of the amino acids which enable the viability of cardassian and human mating.... Which could mean nothing

[lovely-p-issues]

Odysseus: Aren't you tired, Poseidon? It's been ten years, how long will this go? We're both hurting from losses so why not leave this here and just go home?

Poseidon: I can't

Odysseus: Maybe you could learn to forgive?

Posiedon: no, but seriously- my PR team would KILL ME

[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.

[girl4music]

Hands. Hands are everywhere. True WLW intimacy.

It’s always about the hands.

[youngpettyqueen]

literally swooning Julian is LITERALLY swooning over Garak right now

[sahind]

Bill Skarsgård as Eric Draven in THE CROW (2024)

[illustratus]

The Erinyes (The Furies) — Iphigenia Among the Taurians by André Masson

[savagechickens]

To Sleep, Perchance...

And more Shakespeare.

[thespiritualencourager]

Seeking revenge turns us into perpetual victims. Revenge makes you go through the hurt over and over again. You never really get over it. It drags you down to the sewer where your enemies dwell.

Let God take care of making things right. Do that and you will sleep better tonight.

—Ray Pritchard

[spockvarietyhour]

Stargate Atlantis "Vengeance"

[mayasdeluca]

WAYHAUGHT PARALLELS WYNONNA EARP || WYNONNA EARP: VENGEANCE

[evilhorse]

You are not angry at the Joker.

(Batman Volume 3 #159)

[vintage-tigre]

​vengeance can wait