"You're a kid whos mom was obsessed with a cult, and when you were just 12, she sacrificed you. You end in hell and expected to be tortured for eternity, but turns out the demon wanted a child of his own"
by WRITING PROMPTs
Maybe Bruce?
Aweee now, just imagine!
These cultists? Totally an accident that they for the ritual right. Jason doesn’t die so much as he just seem to kind of vanish into smoke and—
wtf.
Ok.
There’s- there’s a whole child.
Right at Bruce feet. All of a sudden.
A human child.
In hell.
And look, they couldn’t have chosen a worse demon to send a sacrifice to because Bruce? He’s a protector of children.
Because there’s something that so many story and demonology books get wrong.
Hell is for the bad people to be punished for all eternity.
And Bruce? And all the other demons populating hell? Well, they exist solely for one reason:
To punish sinners for the crimes they committed in life.
It’s a jail. Bruce and his fellow demons are the jailers. They don’t guard the doors of hell because they don’t want anybody to get in, they’re guarding them so nobody gets out.
But children, children have no business being in this place of torture and agony. Not ever. There’s a whole ass system in place to keep the good souls from accidentally wandering where they shouldn’t be.
So Bruce sees this tiny, starved child crying and screaming and— fuck. This is a Dick situation, isn’t it? He needs to go to earth. Again. And drag some people down to damnation all early and piss off death again. But you know what? Tough shit. They want a demon? They’re gonna get one.
(Jason is soon introduced to another strange human after he mysteriously pops back up on earth. His name is Richard “Dick” Grayson, and his teeth are too sharp and his pupils look almost reptilian in the right light, but he takes Jason to a big ass house with a real strange butler and lots of food.
Jason thinks he’s seen the weird Brucie guy who introduces himself as Dick’s dad somewhere before… but Jason is cool with not looking a gift horse in the mouth. After all, what are the chances he’ll fall into another cult’s hands so soon after the last?)
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Concept: a more 'realistic' take on pokemon where the canonical iterations' smooth, cartoony vibrance are held up as breed standards, so like, a pikachu might naturally have a shaggier, duller colored coat and a more limber body, but if you're participating in a pokemon contest, the judges are going to be interested in a sleek, rounded, bright yellow pikachu (not too orange, not too pale or dark, markings that are neatly shaped)
This inspired by me watching a pet groomer give a dog a teddy bear cut and thinking that the result looked significantly more like a 'live action cartoon animal' than the original.
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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩
All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.
Clone Wars/Star Wars
The Sun Swings East by kj_feybarn (+ podfic)
Over and over, Obi-Wan woke up and wished he hadn't.
Palpatine wouldn't stop until Obi-Wan had Fallen, wouldn't stop until Obi-Wan gave Palpatine a shattered galaxy in payment for his release.
He couldn't save himself, Obi-Wan had come to terms with that.
What he hadn't realized was that didn't mean there was no way to be saved.
broken surface by qigiined
"The water is not talking to you, Obi-Wan,” Feemor says without chastisement in his tone. “That’s the force you’re feeling, from the trees maybe.” The clippers turn back on. “Or a fish.”
“Bones,” Obi-Wan says.
The clippers turn off again.
“Bones,” Obi-Wan repeats. “I want to be bones.”
“You’re already bones. Where’d you get that idea?”
Qui-Gon steps quietly closer to the door.
“You’re scaring me, O’Ben,” Feemor says softly.
(Obi-Wan suffers from a genetic and force-based condition that makes him want to drown himself in a bog. And sometimes that bog is the shape of a sink.)
cultural ed by qigiined
PDS: so Kenobi would have been 23? 24? When the padawan came along?
WLF: so probably around 22 for conception. They need time to bake.
PDS: no one can make natborns that young.
FOX: I’m telling you all. Natborns are REALLY good at making other natborns that young. It’s their specialty.
(Cal is assigned to do some cultural education with Obi-Wan on board The Negotiator for a few days and Cody and his batch come to some understandable conclusions.)
and through the spaces of the dark by blackkat (+ podfic)
Jon's attempts to avoid a war he wants no part in are ended when Dark Woman drags him to Coruscant and straight to a posting with the Guard. He intends to keep his head down and do his work, but the mysteries around the Guard - and Fox - immediately have him in out of his depth and on uncertain ground/
Nine Worlds series (Victoria Goddard)
An Impossible Dream by SunInGlory
His Radiancy makes a proposal to his secretary. It probably isn't a real proposal...or is it?
an honorable and enviable role. by mage-pie (looselipssinksubs)
"Get up get up get up!”
Something heavy landed on Varro’s stomach. He sat up just as Zerafin turned the lights on.
“What?”
Zerafin was grinning. The thing he’d thrown at Varro was a duffel bag. “We’re going on vacation! Get up, start packing, we’re leaving at dawn!”
That’s right, iiiiit’s… Vangavayen Vacation Time! Featuring our very favorite captive audience and peanut gallery, the highly trained and extremely professional innermost members of the Imperial Guard! Please give them your applause and moral support; they’re going to need it.
Privacy by Penguinity
Rhodin sipped his coffee. “Are us roommates cramping your style?”
“No,” Conju demurred, in a way which clearly meant yes. “I value you all deeply and am satisfied with a . . . laissez-faire . . . living situation in our retirement.”
Ludvic stirred his coffee. Rhodin peeled a banana in a desultory way. They waited.
Conju sighed. “It’s just–“ Ludvic and Rhodin leaned forward as Conju continued, “– why does he have to be underfoot all the time? Overnight?! I came down for a drink last week and nearly broke my neck tripping over a middle-aged aristocrat. It’s undignified."
Disobedience by alfgifu
You glanced down at the new paper with mild concern and felt your emotions congeal into cold terror.
It was not a standard Council paper, though it came with the usual cover slip.
It was a warrant for Cliopher’s execution.
A touch of home by alfgifu
I might have felt extremely boring coming back to the Palace through the front door in all our finery, but as Kip had pointed out, there was really no need to alarm the guards by climbing in a window when we could shock the world simply by showing up as ourselves.
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