#prequel?

[thatlittlefangirl]

Whoops, wrong blog- should be on @thatlilgremlin

Why?

It was the only thing in his mind at the sight of that smile.

That damn smile.

Why did he even hung around someone like him? He was just a poor 2nd year Half-Blood, nothing worth a Malfoy's time.

Yet here was Lucius with his damn shiny charmant smile, here, talking to him like he was his equal.

Laughable.

"Get your head out of your books, Sevvy, come with the rest of us", Lucius said, still smiling like the charming prince he is.

Sevvy.

That nickname was created after "Sev" had been claimed by Lily, Lucius had felt great jealousy at hearing that she had made a special nickname for Severus and wanted to come up with his own.

"I don't want to, Lucius", Severus muttered, he had to study, how couldn't he? It's his second year in a school with that much books to read, he had to read them all. But here was Lucius again trying to make him stop reading to go and "play" with the rest of his friends.

"Come onnn, you're too in your head, stop reading a bit", he insisted and took the book away, discarding it with the pile of books that were already read.

"Lucius, I swear-"

"Let's go", Lucius said, not listening to the younger boy's answer as he grabbed his hand and walked him out of the library, which got the poor boy blushing at the people glancing at them, walking hand in hands.

[before-the-black-pearl]

I just discovered this tonight and I am so curious about this.

I am so mad that it clearly looks like it would’ve been made based on Pirates 5 young Jack. When do the Rob Kidd books get any love? 💔

[draganwhorror]

Started thinking about writing a prequel to Moonflower. Got a little squirrely and wrote a possible scene to get myself started. Two questions:

Would anyone want a prequel to the story?

What do you guys think of this "scene" I wrote as a possibility to be part of said prequel?

For reference, Moonflower is a sad story involving Wes (from Supernatural), and if you'd like to read it, you can find it on my Tumblr here or my A03 here.

And here is the scene I wrote (without using names right now, 'cause I don't know if I'm actually gonna use it)

His lips were soft. Warm. Hesitant. He tasted sweet, like chocolate. She kissed him gently, knowing she needed to take things slow. She wasn’t sure yet just how ready he was to acknowledge the passion she knew fueled him, even if he had hidden that part of himself away. He had buried it deep within, unwilling to let it burst free. Her lips brushed against his once more, her tongue gliding across the seam of his lips before she pulled back and slowly opened her eyes. She offered him a small smile and stroked his cheek as he met her gaze, his eyes filled with an unspoken need for love. He needed this. Her. He needed to trust that she wouldn’t be like all of the others. That she wouldn’t laugh at him or go on a date with him as a dare, only to toss him aside like yesterday’s garbage right after. He swallowed audibly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he blinked and tried to find the words to let her know exactly what he was feeling right now.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” he whispered, his voice breaking. His eyes fluttered closed and he let out a sigh. His shoulders hunched in defeat, and she could feel her heart breaking all over again. The pain this man had been through… the suffering… it was all so heavy against his soul. She wasn’t sure if she could fully free him from the misery that was slowly chipping away at him, but she knew she would do whatever it took to bring him back into the light. She would spend the rest of eternity proving to him that he was more than worthy of love. Her love. He deserved every ounce of happiness she could give him.

“I love you,” she murmured, offering him a quick kiss on the cheek. “I know you don’t believe me yet, but just know that my heart belongs only to you. Every part of me—mind, body, and soul—is yours to keep. Forever. I want you to know that. Every beat of my heart, every breath from my lungs, is all for you. Only you. I love you.”

A sob escaped him, tears springing to his eyes. Deep down, he knew she was telling him the truth. Every word was sincere, wrapping around his heart and comforting him in a way he’d never known before. But he wasn’t ready to admit it. He wasn’t ready to fully believe it yet. He couldn’t. There was still that small sliver of doubt niggling at the back of his mind, whispering that her words meant nothing. That she couldn’t be trusted. Every other woman he’d asked out had seemingly shunned him. Ruined him. Broken him. Why should she be any different?

He shook his head and pushed her away from him, swiping at the tears trailing down his cheeks. He hated feeling so weak and hopeless. So worthless. But he couldn’t help the warring emotions swirling inside him. Another choked sob tumbled from his lips, and he turned away from her, unable to look at her anymore. He couldn’t handle the thought that she might be lying, and if he looked into her eyes, the only thing he would see looking back at him would be pity. Or worse—scorn.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “Please go. I need to be alone right now.”

She stood there for a moment, staring at him with her own eyes brimming with tears. Then she reached out and gently ran a hand down his back before saying, “You know I’ll always be there for you. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be waiting. I meant it when I said I loved you. I’m yours.”

With those final words, she turned and walked away, her heart shattering into a million tiny pieces as she did so.

[bird-prince-art]

friend made my birthday cake

[redn1ghtcrawler]

Was supposed to be a warmup but eh…

[dilfslayer1080p]

"he died for our wins" - 2024, LIDL Oil paint on LIDL canvas

[spiderbae2319]

We don’t talk about Leia killing Jabba enough. Her grandmother and father were born into slavery. Her blood was that of the desert sand and the shackles of bondage. Leia was never more a Skywalker than the day she strangled her slave master with the very chains he used to bind her. The daughter of Anakin Skywalker was the one who killed Tatooine’s most notorious slaver, and I find that really beautiful.

[spaceistheplaceart]

more ford and mabel bonding because i said so :)

bonus ford under the cut:

[allskywalkerswhine]

in fics where luke gets plopped into the prequels i want every jedi within ten metres of him to think hes the weirdest jedi theyve ever seen. he has negative lightsaber form. he doesnt know what a kata is. he handstands when he meditates. his solution to sith is to try and have a chat. hes a political radical who keeps suggesting revolution. you ask him what the jedi code is and he says "kindness and compassion and helping those in need :) ". you ask how he used the force like that and he says some shit about how you are a luminous being limited only by your mind. the councils authority is just a suggestion. he is somehow the new favourite of both qui gon and yoda

[soosdraws]

happy may the 4th :)

[skeletons-eat]

Y'all depression is depressioning

[tossawary]

This is petty fandom salt, BUT... I've been chewing on this phenomenon that I've been calling "Fandom's Darling". It is related to things like "Author's Darling" and "Mary Sue / Gary Stu" and "Protagonist Halo" and all that jazz, where one character gains a peculiar narrative weight in a story.

"Author's Darling" is when a writer has a favorite character, and the world and all other characters sort of get... warped to put the Darling in the spotlight. It's most noticeable in TV shows with multiple writers, when a character you personally like suddenly has their previous characterization destroyed to make another character look good somehow. Every other character might become weirdly incompetent. The Darling's feelings are treated as The Most Important Feelings in any given situation. The logic of the fictional world seems broken past suspension of disbelief in order to validate this one character's beliefs or skillset or some other fantasy. And so on.

"Fandom's Darling" is what I've been calling the pattern where a fandom essentially crowns a New Protagonist for their fanfiction stories (it's often a side character rather than the original protagonist, but it can also happen to protagonists). This character becomes the self-insert for all sorts of indulgent fantasies, gaining special powers or backstories, and/or becoming the focus of extreme whump, and/or hooking up with all the various hotties, starring in all sorts of tropey AUs, and so on. They're not always an obvious Mary Sue version of themselves, but the character's original personality and interpersonal relationships tend to get warped or dropped completely, and other characters tend to become a little flat around them. I call it "Fandom's Darling" because it's not just one self-indulgent fantasy fic (you do you! Have fun!) with characterization choices that I don't vibe with (I have neither the time nor the desire nor the authority to police anything, I am just venting), but rather a prolific mini-fandom of sorts revolving around this empty doll / fanon version of the chosen vessel character, so it becomes a little unavoidable.

I am salty about this (mildly frustrated) (imagine a soft sigh of disappointment before I just go do something else) because you are FUCKED if you actually liked the canonical version of this character and their interpersonal relationships. It's almost worse than liking an obscure character that no one cares about. There's about a thousand fics starring your fave, but maybe only about a dozen of them are actually rooted in any kind of recognisable canon.

[kittyoperas]

did he call you brother? did it once ring true?

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

ring pop proposal ♡

fem reader, pure fluff, childhood friends to lovers lemme alone do not perceive me yk the drill by now, lil self indulgent fic cus i love childhood friends to lovers and puppy crushes, polar opposite’s trope, this reeks of my oc x canon katsu ship sooooo shh shh do not perceive.

the first person who realizes katsuki has a crush on you is his mom because when she comes to pick him up one day from kindergarten he suddenly mentions you. it’s an innocent little interaction he had with you that mitsuki doesn’t think much about at first, simply surprised her son managed to befriend someone outside of his little group of friends until he starts mentioning you more and more.

soon you’re the only thing he talks about and katsuki even starts begging her to have you come over to play. mitsuki is extremely curious to know what kind of person you are to have been able to enchant her son the way you have, she says it’s fine as long as your parents agree.

you’re a sweet little thing, almost the complete opposite of her little devil’s spawn. you’re polite and a little shy when you ask “ is it okay if i come to play at katsu’s house, please miss katsuki’s mom ?” and how could she say no to you ? she pulls at your cheek lovingly and her son almost snarls at her.

“no touchin’ !” he snarks, pulling you against him like you were his teddy bear.

mitsuki was the first to realize her son had a crush on you when you were always around. when he found something cool during a class trip you were there and whenever he was upset it was always because you had argued about something irrelevant that seemed so much bigger in the eyes of a child.

she realized because katsuki had, and in some ways, will always be rowdy. he’s rough and temperamental and moody—basically, he can be quite the brat. (she wonders where he gets that from a lot) but he’s different with you.

he’ll always be a little rough around the edges but it’s the thought that counts. he drags you around a little too hard but it's to show you something he knows you'd like and you repay him by being patient with him and letting him drag you around to his hearts content. he let’s you use the crayons he’d just denied another classmate seconds ago and when it’s really early in the morning and you’re still sleepy unlike your more energetic friend, he waits for you. sitting with you in the reading corner quietly commenting on a little bit of everything in the book you’re sharing until you’re awake enough to start the day because katsuki wanted you to be together through anything no matter what, starting the day without you was simply unimaginable.

you offer him your kindness and he repays you with his loyalty. acting like your guard dog, protecting you from everything and everyone he considers a threat to you. he goes a bit overboard but it’s the thought that counts and he’s definitely got the right intentions.

“ i’m g’nna marry yn when i grow up !” katsuki proclaims from the backseat of the car after mitsuki had come to pick him up. she looks at him through the rear view mirror only to see he’s not even looking at her, looking out the window somewhat longingly, watching as his school fades away from his sight, further and further and further away from you. she smiles to herself.

“yeah ?” she asks “yeah !” he responds proudly, crossing his arms “ i asked yn if she wanted to be my wife an’ she said yeah, so we’re gettin’ married !”

“huh. how’d you propose ? you don’t have a ring.” she jests.

katsuki responds immediately and exclaims he does have one, shuffling around to reach for something in his pocket. he pulls out a plastic ring pop holder, the candy on top is missing and mitsuki can imagine what happened to it.

“gave her one of these !”

“so that’s why you had me buy those from the store last time,” she hums. “ you ate it, though.”

katsuki tries to roll his eyes but just ends up looking up and to the side, mitsuki recognizes it as him trying to mimic what she does a lot and she snorts.

“well duh, we both did ! ‘f i kept it in my pocket it woulda gotten gross !” he defends. mitsuki simply responds with a hum, smile on her face growing larger as she hears her son happily chatting about the rest of his day with you.

she knows her katsuki is hard to handle. extremely so. but when she sees the way you both interact she can tell something is there. you don’t ‘handle’ him. you like being around him. you like playing and talking with him, she sees how happy you make him whenever you come over for playdates. he holds your hand when you get scared and you hug him tight and beam when you see him again after he’s gotten over a nasty cold.

she can tell you make her son happy and he does the same for you in the way children do with pinky promises and shy cheek kisses, kisses over tiny wounds and refusing to be separated whenever the rowdier one of you both gets his recess time taken away for being naughty.

mitsuki hopes this crush, this love you have for her son can grow along with you. she hopes you’ll stick around as katsuki grows up more and potentially more rowdy and rougher around the edges but even more enamored with you. and with the way her son is squirming around in his seat and tugging at his seatbelt, giddy about you accepting his ring pop proposal, she has a funny feeling you’ll be sticking around for a long time.

[spaceymaseyy]

Hayden Christensen for EMPIRE magazine (2024)