I just hate how people tend to soften or romanticize the Darkling, justifying his traumas or good motivations. Like, DUDE, this man is evil. Yes, at one point in his life, he was a good person with good intentions, like making the Grisha respected and accepted. BUT he became corrupted over the years, and after using merzost, he's a horrible person, and Bardugo reinforces this several times in KoS and RoW. This is the same man who willingly let Genya be raped, encouraged Zoya directly and indirectly to be a bad person, manipulated a 17-year-old Alina who was clearly desperate for love, BLINDED his own MOTHER, punished and killed several people and THE GRISHAS THEMSELVES. HE KILLED THE PEOPLE HE SWORE TO PROTECT, it's in the books, he is not a good person, he doomed Ravka and the Grisha. In KoS, we see the destruction he caused in Ravka and how the Grisha continue to be frowned upon and die, and indirectly, he helped the enemies of Ravka and Grisha grow stronger and go after them. If it weren't for Nikolai, Zoya, Genya, and everyone else, there would be no Ravka, no Grisha. It doesn't matter if he was once goodโhe wasโbut focus on this: he WAS good, he HAD good motives, he tried to fight for the right reasons, but he was corrupted and took everyone with him in that corruption.
Yes, Darkling is an extremely complex character, but he is a villain, a very well-constructed villain. THAT is his nature. There is no gentle, weak soul struggling to escape his cruelty. He is cruel, accept that.
*Unfortunately, I had to add the anti-Darkling tag because people were crying in my comments, but I appreciate him as a character and I LOVE reading about him, like I was extremely happy when that bastard came back. But God forgive anyone who points out that the villain of the franchise is a villain.
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I see something deeply unsettling in the way some young people approach Aleksander. Itโs not just that they dislike him, that's fair, everyone is entitled to their opinion. But the level of hatred they express is not only disproportionate to their understanding, it feels like a performance. Itโs not rooted in genuine engagement or critique but in sheer emotional outbursts: shouting, mocking, name-calling, and vilifying him in ways that feel more like a show than anything else. Whatโs most troubling is how loud this condemnation is and how empty it is in terms of actual understanding. Weโre living in a time when emotional intelligence, trauma awareness, and social consciousness are celebrated, so why is it so difficult for these young viewers to extend those same values to a character like Aleksander? The speed at which they abandon the very principles they claim to uphold the moment a character challenges their worldview is amazing. Aleksander isnโt some mindless villain or sadistic monster, no matter how often they says he is. His actions are born from years of pain, betrayal, loss, and an overwhelming need to protect his people from history repeating itself. Yet, instead of attempting to understand the deeper layers of his character, the response is pure disdain. These are the same people who claim to care about empathy for trauma survivors, who value moral ambiguity in characters, and yet Aleksander gets nothing but rejection. Itโs not just that they donโt like him, itโs that they refuse to understand him. They throw around words like "manipulator", "villain", "monster", "groomer", without even considering whether they apply in his case. They strip away centuries of his personal suffering, the weight of his decisions, the heartbreak and loneliness he carries, and reduce him to nothing more than a one-dimensional bad guy. And hereโs the thing: they donโt hate him because heโs evil. They hate him because heโs complex. Because he challenges their understanding of good and evil. He forces them to think and wrestle with moral grey areas. And instead of taking that challenge, they retreat into their comfort zones and shout louder.Itโs a kind of intellectual cowardice, really. Itโs easier to dismiss a character like Aleksander with a label than to sit with the discomfort of trying to understand his motivations. But here's the thing: Aleksander doesnโt need to be loved by them unconditionally. He doesnโt need to be idolized by them. But he does deserve to be understood. And it seems to me that too many of these young voices, who claim to appreciate complexity, are either unwilling or unable to do that. The more mature readers and viewers, those whoโve lived long enough to understand that life isnโt just black and white donโt shout or blindly condemn. They reflect. They see that Aleksanderโs actions were shaped by survival, by war, by love, and by loss. They see the tragedy of a man who has lived for centuries in isolation, carrying the burden of all that pain. They understand that his greatest tragedy wasnโt his downfall, but the fact that no one ever really saw him. Not his mother and not his lover. And, tragically, not those who claim to be his critics. Younger generation claims to be champions of complexity and nuance, and yet, when faced with a character like Aleksander who is drenched in sorrow and burdened with trauma they shrink. They refuse to engage. They diminish him. They condemn him. And all the while, they shout, not to uncover the truth, but to silence it.
Itโs frustrating, honestly. Because itโs not about blindly supporting Aleksander, itโs about having the maturity to look beyond the surface, to understand what makes him tick, and to ask yourself: Why does he do what he does? But sadly, the loudest voices seem too focused on proving their moral superiority to take the time to ask that question. And in doing so, they miss the real story. That's why I think that Aleksander would be perfect for a genre intended for an older audience, but more on that next time.
After another intense training session, you felt your energy waning. You were soaked through with sweat, your body trembling slightly as you tried to catch your breath. "Aleks, I think I died..." You bellowed dramatically to your partner who sat at the nearby desk, working
As you collapse onto the soft bed, your chest heaving with exertion, suddenly, a shadow coalesced around you, wrapping itself gently around your body. It was cool and soothing against your heated skin, like a gentle caress. It began to move slowly over your curves, tracing its way up your legs before creeping up your torso.
"Oh, poor precious." Aleksander cooed, looking up from his battle plans and letters to smile at you.
The shadows continued its slow crawl across your flushed skin, teasing every curve and dip with an ethereal touch. As it reached your breasts, it enveloped them, causing your nipples to harden instantly. The sensation was overwhelming, sending shivers down your spine and straight to your core.
It continued its slow exploration, lingering on each curve of your body, teasing your sensitive skin with its cool touch. Your breathing hitched, a low moan escaping your lips as you felt yourself responding to its gentle caresses. Gliding along the delicate curve of your hips, over the swell of your breasts, and down again. Each touch sent ripples of pleasure coursing through your exhausted body, making your nipples harden against them.
"You look absolutely spent, sweetheart." Aleksander said softly, smirking, watching his shadows play with you.
Your heavy-lidded gaze met his, a sultry smirk playing on your lips. "I am... but I didn't expect my reward for a job well done would be this," You murmured, feeling the shadows continue their tantalizing dance across your body. They slid down your thighs, inching closer to the heat between your legs.
With a playful giggle, you lifted your hips slightly off the bed, inviting more contact. The shadows seemed to understand your silent plea, intensifying their touch, ripping your clothes off your sweat-covered body. One ghostly hand traced up your inner thigh, while another teased your nipple, rolling it between its fingers. The sensations were intoxicating, making you squirm beneath them.
"I couldn't help but watch you, you know," Aleksander turned the shadows into a humanoid form towering over you, "You deserve this reward."
The ethereal being hovering above you took on a more solid form, its presence now tangible yet still eerily cold. Its hands continued their exploratory journey, tracing your curves with an expertise only gained from years of intimate knowledge.
One hand cupped your breast, thumb circling your hardened nipple while the other slipped lower, teasing the wetness between your thighs. A third phantom-like appendage wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. The air around you crackled with sexual tension, the room filled with the scent of your arousal.
"You've been watching me?" You giggled, a wicked grin spreading across your face. "Then why not join me?"
"I'm practising merzost in little forms, my love." He replied simply, "I'll join you after it is don't with you."
The merzost creature, a manifestation of pure magical energy, descended upon you hungrily. Ghostly appendages materialized from the darkness, caressing your skin with electric tingles, hands groped your breasts roughly.
Your back arched off the bed, a startled gasp turning into a moan as the creature ravished your body with its insatiable appetite. Electric shocks of pleasure zapped through your nerves with each touch, building a burning need inside you.
The being leaned down, pressing its cool lips against yours in a searing kiss. Its tongue darted out, exploring the depths of your mouth with a voracious hunger that matched the growing desire within you, you could see it, feel it, but not touch it. Its hands roamed your body freely, each touch igniting sparks of pleasure throughout your system.
The merzost entity's kiss consumed you whole, its essence flooding your senses as it devoured your mouth. Your mind reeled from the intensity, drowning in a sea of pleasure as its roaming hands left trails of electricity in their wake.
Trembling under the onslaught, you felt your body surrender to the creature's will. It pushed you back onto the bed, pinning you beneath its ethereal form. The pressure of its weight, though intangible, sent jolts of ecstasy through your core.
Moans spilt from your lips, lost in the haze of passion as it continued its relentless assault. Its hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wide, exposing your dripping cunt to its hungry gaze. With a flicker of energy, it plunged a spectral finger deep inside you, curling it to stroke that sweet spot within.
The creature's finger pumped in and out of your slick cunt, stoking the flames of your desire higher and higher. It added a second digit, stretching you deliciously as it explored your most intimate depths. Pleasure built rapidly, your walls clenching around the invading digits, trying to draw them deeper.
Ghostly lips trailed hot kisses down your neck, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. Teeth grazed your pulse point, nipping lightly as the creature worked you towards the edge. It crooked its fingers just right, rubbing against that special bundle of nerves, sending shockwaves of ecstasy radiating through your entire being.
Your hands fisted in the sheets, back bowing off the mattress as the coil wound tighter and tighter within you. "Aleks!" You moaned your lover's name who kept switching from his work and watching you get devoured by his creation
Aleksander's gaze remained fixed on the spectacle unfolding before him, his lover writhing in ecstasy beneath the shadow creature's ministrations. His eyes burned with a mix of lust and pride, witnessing the effects of his creation firsthand.
"Look at you, so responsiveโฆ So beautiful when you surrender to pleasure," He whispered to himself, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "Perhaps I should make it focus more on oral stimulation... You know how I love to hear your screams."
His musings were interrupted by a particularly loud moan from you, your back arching sharply as the creature's fingers found that perfect spot inside you once more. Aleksander's cock twitched in his pants, straining against the fabric as he watched his lover teeter on the brink of climax so soon.
Two more ghostly fingers joined the first three, you didn't even know how many hands the thing had, over your breasts, one around your throat, two holding you down, playing with your clit, pumping in and out of your drenched cunt at a frenzied pace. The pressure built to a crescendo, your body tensing as the orgasm approached.
Just as you teetered on the edge, the creature withdrew its fingers completely, leaving you empty and aching. Before you could protest, it replaced its digits with its spectral tongue, delving deep into your core. The long, slender appendage lapped at your walls, savouring your essence as it thrust in and out, mimicking the motion of its fingers moments before.
Your body convulsed wildly, back arching off the bed as waves of intense pleasure crashed over you as you moaned. The merzost creature's tongue continued its relentless assault, milking every last drop of your release as you trembled and spasmed beneath it.
As the aftershocks subsided, the creature slowly pulled away, its ethereal form shimmering with an aura of satisfaction. It hovered above you, gazing down with an almost human-like expression of contentment. Your chest heaved with ragged breaths, sweat-dampened hair sticking to your forehead as you lay there, utterly spent and sated.
The merzost creature hovered above you, its glowing form casting an eerie glow on your flushed skin. As you caught your breath, it descended once more, pressing its cool lips against yours in a tender kiss. Its spectral tongue lingered on your lips, tasting the remnants of your release, tongue going too far down your throat.
Its hands began to roam again, this time with a gentler touch. Fingers danced along your curves, tracing patterns of pleasure over your sensitive flesh. The creature's essence enveloped you, soothing your senses as it coaxed you back to the brink of bliss.
But instead of plunging its fingers or tongue back into your throbbing cunt, it shifted its focus downward. Something bigger, and way larger pressed against your entrance, teasing at the tightness waiting for it.
It pressed forward, pushing past your innermost barriers, stretching you deliciously wide. The sensation was unlike anything you'd ever experienced โ a blend of pleasure and pain that made your toes curl. Each inch it penetrated sent jolts of ecstasy coursing through your veins, until finally, it was fully sheathed within you.
With your legs lifted high, you were opened wide, receiving every inch of the creature. It pulsed within you, alive with raw energy. Every thrust brought forth new waves of pleasure, causing your breath to catch in your throat.
It began to move, sliding in and out of your slick cunt, waves of delight rippling through your body, amplifying the connection between you and the shadow being.
Meanwhile, Aleksander watched with rapt attention, unable to tear his gaze away from the erotic scene unfolding before him. His eyes gleamed with excitement and admiration, both for his creation and for his girl lying beneath it, completely lost in the throes of pleasure.
The merzost creature obeyed Aleksander's silent command, increasing its pace dramatically. The room filled with ghostly sounds as it pounded into you relentlessly, driving deeper with each powerful thrust.
Each movement sent ripples of pleasure coursing through your body, making your toes curl and your back arch off the bed. You couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy, each moan echoing through the chamber and fueling the creature's enthusiasm.
Despite the overwhelming pleasure, you managed to keep your eyes open, locking gazes with Aleksander across the room. There was something intensely arousing about seeing him watch you like this โ knowing that he was enjoying the sight of his creation pleasuring you so thoroughly, it was evident by his cock gripped in his own hand, stroking himself to the sight of you.
Aleksander's eyes blazed with primal hunger as he witnessed the merzost creature ravaging his lover. The rhythmic slap of ectoplasmic flesh against your delicate folds echoed through the chamber, punctuated by your wanton cries of ecstasy.
He pumped his own rigid cock in time with the creature's thrusts, imagining those same motions driving into your welcoming heat. Pre-cum drooled from the tip, smearing over his fingers as they worked in tandem with his strokes.
The merzost entity seemed to sense its master's arousal, doubling its efforts to bring you to the pinnacle of pleasure.
"ALEKS!" Your voice shattered the air as another mind-numbing climax ripped through you, the winds howling from your power. The creature's relentless pounding pushed you over the edge, wave after wave of intense pleasure crashing over you. Your inner muscles clenched and fluttered around the invading presence, milking it for all it was worth.
Through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss, you felt Aleksander replace his creations, sealing your lips together in a deep sensual kiss as you lay in your own release, his cock still throbbing hard.
He broke the kiss only to slide his hands under your back, lifting you effortlessly as he positioned himself at your entrance once more.
With a single thrust, he buried himself deep within you, groaning at the feeling of your warm, wet depths enveloping him. He began to move, setting a slow but powerful rhythm that left you gasping and moaning beneath him. "Mmm... You're perfect."
Together, you and Aleksander rode the waves of pleasure, your bodies moving in sync as if guided by some unseen force. The room filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, your heady mushy from the orgasms.
"Y/n... Y/n..." Aleksander's thrusts grew more erratic, his control slipping as the pleasure became unbearable. He pounded into you with a ferocity that bordered on savage, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you that sent sparks shooting through your entire body.
Your cries of pleasure urged him on, spurring him to greater heights of carnal abandon. His breathing grew labored, his movements becoming more desperate as he chased his own climax.
Finally, with a roar of triumph, he found his release. His seed erupted within you, hot and thick, filling you to overflowing as he rode out the waves of his orgasm. His release spilt deep within you, marking you as his in the most primal way possible.
As the final throbs of his orgasm faded, he collapsed atop you, his weight a comforting pressure against your body. He kissed your neck softly, murmuring words of love and adoration as he gently stroked your hair.
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okay I see concepts sometimes about moon summoner Grisha and like Iโm not hating on anyone I get the urge with there being both sun & shadow summoners but like how would even work??? Like the moon doesnโt have any light of its own, itโs just reflecting off the sun and the moonโs main thing (as it applies to us) is it controls the tides which is already a Grisha power. So like what would their abilities even be??? Being a less powerful version of a sun summoner mixed with a tidemaker??? ๐ญ once again Iโm not hating, the idea of moon summoner (though the lack of alliteration does annoy me a bit) is very aesthetically pleasing I get the urge, I just struggle to understand how it would work.
