#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 1st year Half-Blood, nothing worth a Malfoy's time.

Yet here was Lucius with his damn shiny charming 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.

Severus found this nickname embarassing but he still felt a slight flutter in this stomach at the sound of it.

"I don't want to, Lucius", he 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 on the pile of books that were already read.

"Lucius, I swear-"

"Let's go", Lucius said, not listening to the younger boy's protests 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.

[soosdraws]

happy may the 4th :)

[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

[supertaliart]

Thinking about the Coruscant subway system

[skeletons-eat]

Y'all depression is depressioning

[bluemoonscape]

Big fan of characters who “kill” their younger selves. Characters who resent the past version of themselves for letting them get hurt, who look at that kid and feel revolted by the foreignness of it. Characters who feel they have to cut the child out of them like a tumor because it’s hurting them too much and if I don’t kill you you’ll kill me. Nearly nothing remaining of that past self but for the little connections and mannerisms they can’t kick, and when it shines through, it’s a terrible, tragic thing, because the child is still in there. It’s in there and it’s grotesque in its suffocation. But it’s there.

[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.

[amarcia]

20 BBY, master Enah takes Cirz to the moon of Reltooine for a very important mission c:

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