#held for punishment

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Market based mistakes.

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[passerines]

One of those past life memory AUs but this time they both get the memories and they have an absolutely fantastic time.

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[vaugarde]

im abt to rb a post on this anyways but tbh i dont know how you can finish isat and go “siffrin wasnt punished enough”.

the fella has killed themselves several times, what more do you want from him?

[flying-cat]

People don't want character redemption they want a revenge plot from a story that was never supposed to be about revenge

[insoupid]

So tired of going online and seeing men blame women for "starting the gender wars" like how is denying women the right to vote, the right to own property, have a bank account, get a divorce or get an education not starting the war?

They absolutely started it and have kept fighting us and trying to keep us down for hundreds of years.

To this day, women aren't safe in their neighborhoods, in their marriages, in their families, and when we point that out, we are blamed for causing a divide between the genders.

[theladyofbloodshed]

Honestly terrified for the next book, what if sjm will also decide to use the mating bond to punish Elain like she does with Nesta because "evil sisters who let darling feyre hunt are not allowed to be loved unconditionally"

Feyre and Mor are the most important women for Cassian, he would do anything to ensure their happiness and safety while he would leave Nesta to rot, after fucking her one last time of course.

If she ruins Lucien as well... Arguably her only masterpiece of a character except Nesta... She should switch genres and write a horror or something, about two sisters who are forced into the cult their narcissistic younger sister joined and now they have to repent for being mean

What I think will happen:

rhys will concoct a scheme where lucien and elain must travel together because nobody else can (maybe nesta is the pregnant one this time) and lucien will train elain with weapons. they'll parry innuendos and crank up the sexual tension until they give in and after a couple of months - where they think about how selfless and incredible rhys and feyre are - they'll commit themselves to each other FOREVER. Mostly because it's her rinse and repeat.

[atlasisnothere]

apparently my post about gwen is doing the rounds and the discourse has ignited again. so. tapping the sign. I do not care if you dislike gwen. I really don't. there is no mandatory rule saying that you must like every protagonist in every show you watch. but hating one character for having certain characteristics and loving another character for the same thing is the problem. going out of your way to write a character so OOC that you're practically fabricating them a new personality because you hate them that much is the problem. I've read fics that have painted such a negative caricature of gwen cooper that they might as well have put her face on a dart board and started throwing knives at it. I think some of you need to brush off your hating gwen hats and check for any unconscious misogyny. you might be surprised what you find in there.

[redrobin-detective]

The real question the series leaves us with is not will Simon find peace and happiness in this new future but will Simon ever have to face justice for murdering Choose Goose.

[tri-punisher]

suspended in a medically induced coma while their body reconstitutes itself after receiving their run of the augments

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

So the drivers are being told to watch their language (even though its the broadcasters' who literally pick and choose the radio snippets, and have the ability to 1 listen to a radio message in its entirety and 2 censor the quote unquote offensive language BEFORE adding it to the live broadcast), yet a sky sports commentator literally called one of the drivers a slur during a live broadcast, never apologised for it and was never called out for it by officials, but swearing is where F1 draws the line. Swearing has got more backlash from officials than the use of a slur. Cool, cool, cool...

[b4kuch1n]

this cold med fucked me up bad I did barely anything but sleep and write this

[bee-ina-boat]

transfem narilamb yuri is so important actually

[beldaroot]

i loved her. / but she didn't love you! not like he did. not like i have. / i know. i know! yes! i know. thank you for saying that.

louis knows armand is right. claudia did not love louis like lestat or armand did. she loved him better. she loved him without conditions, she loved him with the truth, even when it hurt, and it always hurts with louis. she loved him even when it was his love that got her killed.

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X DC WRITING PROMPT #19

Beware! Not gonna lie, this prompt is creepy. I was feeling some horror vibes and decided to write it down. Whether or not it's actually creepy is for you guys to decide tho. However, just in case...

CW: Mentions of blood/ectoplasm, human experimentation, and descriptions of other unsettling imagery. Mind the tags!! They can give you a summary of what this prompt is about.

(#) = Notes at the end of post. Important context!!

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Echoes of the Soul

Danny is captured and taken away by the GIW to be experimented on and despite the combined efforts of his friends, family, and former enemies he's never found. Decades pass, the GIW were shut down at some point and put to trial for all of the atrocities they committed while Danny is recorded as the first superhero know to history. Tragic though his story may be, many modern teenage heroes look up to him.

Danny would only be seen as a memory by the world. Seen as someone who did actually exist at some point, but time and mystery have lessened his impact on other's thoughts and emotions like many other people and instances throughout history. However, it isn't until Jason is on his way back to Gotham since the first time he died(1) that he accidentally/unknowingly takes a detour.

He can't pinpoint why he's taking a longer route back to the city of his birth and death, but something in his chest, his heart, is telling him to follow an unknown path. Though mildly irritated, he follows it regardless. The incessant tug at his ribcage eventually leads him down some back roads into the middle of nowhere, where he finds something.(2)

From the outside, it looks like a regular dilapidated house in the country that was long left abandoned. Something inside Jason screams that the isn't the case at all. He dismounts his motorcycle and circles the property for anything suspicious. He's as cautious and stealthy as a cat stalking a mouse through the grass. Finding nothing, he eventually makes his way to the door, having to break it down to even enter it.

As he steps into the house, all the hair on his body stands on end and he's immediately on edge. Nothing on the ground floor seems suspicious, if a little empty. It was clear nobody had lived here for quite some time, but the feeling in Jason's chest wouldn't leave. If anything, it wrapped itself tighter around his chest, squeezing his lungs and heart to point of almost panicking.

Searching the house and finding nothing in the side rooms, he eventually finds a door to what he can only assume leads to the basement. As soon as his hand even touches the doorknob, his skin is crawling with chills and his teeth are chattering no so much from the cold but from fear he can't locate the source of.

The door creaks when it opens and reveals the stairs leading down into a yawning mouth of darkness. Flashlight in one hand and a pistol in the other, he cautiously begins his dissent. Once at the bottom, he finds another door. Only this time, it's completely out of place. Instead of a rotting, wooden door barely hanging onto it's hinges, this door is made of thick reinforced steel with a lever and a keypad where a doorknob should be. It's not difficult to figure out the code to unlock it. With his history, it might as well of been child's play to crack it.

Once the door was opened, however, he wished he'd left it locked. He wishes he never even set foot in this house or even followed the tugging at his ribs in the first place. On the other side of the door was a lab. All of the equipment and surfaces were left in disarray, some trays full of tool even knocked onto the floor as if whoever owned the lab was in a hurry. Or whatever they were studying was trying to get out.

The fact that he was looking at a destroyed lab, was the least worrisome observation, however. Everywhere he looked there were splatters of glowing green, some duller than others. Just the sight of them had the Pits roiling in upset, tinting the edges of his vision green as well. He steps further into the lab, careful not to step on any of the sharp tools littering the floor as well as any puddles of glowing green.

Eyes constantly scanning for any movement, he eventually makes his way to the center of the room, right next to a large, steel lab stable, complete with wrist, ankle, and neck staps. The surface was littered with deep scratch marks and more splatters of the same glowing green substance that he can only assume is blood. There was even an almost perfectly shaped handprint of the stuff curling around the edge of the table. Morbidly curious, he reached out to touch the handprint, wondering if it was related to the Pits somehow.

He didn't get to wonder for long, however. As soon as his fingertips so much as brushed against the handprint, the feeling he'd been following for the past week suddenly had his chest in a stranglehold followed by a vomit-inducing yank that left him dizzy and off-balance. He didn't have time to gather his wits before his ears were flooded with hair-raising screams and sounds of struggle.

Ignoring the nausea, his head whipped back up to the lab table he was standing in front of. What met his eyes was a young boy with black hair and terrified green-tinted blue eyes as he laid strapped to the table with men in white lab coats surrounding him, with one in particular having his green stained arm elbow deep in the boy's vivisected chest.(3) This one is important! More context below!

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Notes:

(1) This takes place before Jason returns to Gotham in Under The Red Hood

(2) What Jason is feeling is his baby halfa core reacting to a distress signal being sent by another halfa.

(3) This isn't a time travel prompt. What happened here is Jason got sucked into a very corporeal memory/imprint that belonged to Danny. What Danny experienced in that lab filled him with such raw emotions that everything that is part of him (i.e.- his blood) trapped every experience into a playable memory when said blood is touched. The memory is, in essence, still very much a part of Danny. What does that say about Danny's current existence? He's trapped. He's trapped in a neverending, disjointed cycle of reliving everything that was done to him and is forced to haunt the very lab he was held captive in. What does this mean for Jason since he got sucked into it? He's trapped too! However, with another person there, they can help Danny break out of the cycle and free himself. What will escaping mean? Will he permanently die? Will he come back a full ghost? Will Jason helping another person through the horrors of their own death help bring closure to his own? What does this mean for the rise of Red Hood? That's all up to you guys!

[orpheuslament]

I think you should write a poem about the minotaur. he was a child before he was a monster.

I THINK SO TOO

[annamaryllis]

I would like to know exactly how luke asking annabeth to run away with him went down.