Seven Years from Sea

[brassknuckled]

hi I sent starboundanon some asks but they haven’t answered them. do you know if the fic sins of the father has been abandoned

It's not abandoned, though every time Herbie gets an ask like this I tell him to delete 2k words from the chapter and/or not update 💋✨ Writers have lives, they don't owe you weekly content regardless of when they expected to update.

[hallowest]

Inaugural Prompts Game

Give me one (1) prompt and I will work it into writing every Saturday (either poetry or prose). It can be a missing scene, a fic from the twins swap game, line of dialogue, concept, character, or collection of words - anything goes!

This is my selfish way of motivating myself to work on WIPs and collaborations - so more than likely you may see some variation appear elsewhere in my later Ao3 works.

I have opened up to HoTD writing so that as well as SW is free game✨

[brassknuckled]

follow the new blog and send me many much ask please

[brassknuckled]

NEW BLOG: hallowest.tumblr.com

I will be phasing out this blog

[brassknuckled]

hey all, two things:

1) i’m considering setting up a dedicated writing blog (hallowest)

2) as is always the way with my burnt out ass i would like to do a writing game a la the herbie, however, i become overwhelmed quickly so may attempt to do 1 prompt a week or so? help.

[starboundanon]

anakin’s night routine (eating spiders?) while obi-wan is sleeping from ragnarlothcats devil’s in the details

Ah, a fav. Devil's In the Details by RagnarLothcat.

Send me a missing scene!

The intruder sleeps soundly in his presence, a vile insult.

Anakin watches with brimstone eyes, cataloguing the gentle rise and fall of his sturdy chest, the way his slow breaths tickle the copper hairs curled around his lips. The sight draws him closer, perching on the bed, pleased when his pretty pest twists away from the heat of his smoldering body. Good, he thinks, exhaling smoke from tar black lungs. That's what you get, entering my domain uninvited!

He keeps the man fast asleep, a wave of his clawed hand over that pale face, sowing dark dreams into a surprisingly resilient psyche. Handsome brows furrow in despair as his imagination turns cruel, feeding Anakin's power, his might.

A cold smile crosses his face as he fills that intriguing mind with gorgeous thoughts, blood and viscera and melodic screams, a tapestry of his skill and prowess, a harrowing sight. This man will know whose house he has attempted to steal, come the morning. He will make sure of it.

The moon drifts overhead in a graceful arch as the hours tick by. Curiously, Anakin doesn't move. He should be looming by now, bent over his new prey to ensure he sees nothing but blood red eyes when he jolts awake from his gifted nightmares, but he stays where he is, lingering at his side.

It gives him the best view of that masculine profile, the slender slope of his nose, the cut of his jaw. He is a demon; he has no need for vanity. Yet the landscape of this thief's bearded face is... pleasant. And Anakin has never denied himself pleasure in all the long millennia of his life.

He can indulge for one night, he decides. Tomorrow, he'll begin the ritual of tearing this man's mental state down brick by metaphorical brick. Tonight, he will simply observe. It's his house, thank-you-very-much. He can do as he likes.

An impressive specimen creeps from beneath the man's bed, sneaking across his sinfully soft mattress. Anakin watches it lazily, reading the spider's thoughts of caution danger predator stay in the dark in its modest, inarticulate arachnese. Eight long legs move in symmetrical unison as it climbs his guest's body like a shivering mountain, over toned arms and broad shoulders.

It's large, by this house's standards. It crawls slowly up the pale column of the slumbering thief's throat, tickling his facial hair, making him twitch. Anakin listens and watches intently as the dark dreams he had graciously bestowed on his new plaything's mind take a different shape, a different color. The violence he meticulously crafted shudders and scatters into a thousand baby spiders, an entire hoard, scurrying in all directions, blotting out his hard work.

Rude!

The spider inches up up up, until at last it rests on the man's sculpted cheek, two back legs brushing against the corner of his lips. Its body is large enough to cover his face from eyes to mouth — a mother, Anakin realizes, likely inspecting their newest intruder much the same way he is — but he is irked by her presence all the same. He has a job to do, here. Those were his handcrafted nightmares she just overwrote!

Irritated, he plucks the offending beast from his guest's face, trading insults through her prosaic language before opening his mouth and swallowing her whole. Immediately the man relaxes, his shivers dying out to calm stillness, the darkness of his dreams swept away to nothing. A neutral, grey mist.

He purposefully does not delve deeper into the satisfaction he feels in that moment. Yes, this man's fear and torment is his ultimate goal, his untimely death an inevitable part of the game. But Anakin himself will be the only one toying with this mysterious stranger in his own house, and if the creepy-crawlies watching them from the shadows don't like it, they'll just have to get used to the infinite liminal space of smoke and flame that is his belly. Serves them right.

Because this man, his newest and prettiest plaything, is his.

[someonesspring]

[roominthecastle]

Siegfried vs Sam

“As you can tell I’m quite keen on rats. They’re beautiful animals. Intelligent. Friendly. And I am very pleased that Siegfried’s got one.”

[k-dayun]

You'll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror.

[starboundanon]

Hi Herbie! I wanted to ask (sorry I know it's probably the 1000 times you've seen this question) what motivates you to write? I'm struggling through a heavy block due to life, but I still would want to write for some self loving. Though, I've noticed I feel like my stuff are not interesting enough anymore, and I never write for myself only(I like to share with others). You're able to write not too long, but extremely deep stuff. So I'm a bit curious!

My best advice, Anon, is that if you want to write just for the sake of writing, just to have some fun, pick a fun challenge that might help you over your slump. Rewatch your favorite movie and try to write out the scene you love the most, try to capture the characters and the setting and the atmosphere. Or reread your favorite book or fanfic and try to write a missing scene or an epilogue, play around with it like a sandbox. That helps me get over writer's block when I have it, because usually I'll hit a sentence or a word choice or a feeling that'll make me go, "aw man, I wanna use this in [blank]" and jump ship to go write that fic instead.

My second piece of advice is that, while there's nothing wrong with writing just to write (the opposite, actually; it's great practice, and the more you do it, the easier and quicker it will come to you), writing because you have a story you want to tell is so much easier, friend. Like, take SotF for example: sure, I upload regularly because I want to share my writing with others, but I'm writing this fic because there's a story there that I've been thinking about, plotting, drafting, editing and rewriting since early 2021. That's why I'm able to write something that seems deep — almost two years of thought and planning has gone into that fic, it's a story I've been building and working on since I basically entered the fandom.

Don't get me wrong, you absolutely do not need to spend two years planning a fic before you write it by any means, but if you know the story you want to tell and you want to tell it badly enough, you'll have conquered 90% of that slump. Is there a fic that's burning a hole inside your imagination? Do you think about it in traffic, in the shower, when you're falling asleep? Do you have that One Scene that is so moving and thought-provoking its worth building an entire world around? Write it! Don't stress about whether or not other people will find it interesting, because I promise you; fandom is such a huge, mainstream thing at this point, someone will. That's not even naïve optimism at this point, it's math. Statistically speaking, someone out there will love the story you want to tell. At the bare minimum, you will. And oftentimes that's reward enough.

[zeldawalkerelf]

I made more for you cuties 🥰🥰🥰

[emipon]

More Ani

[wormsical]

✅ tortured by Voices

✅ cursed by god

✅ small waist

✅ criminal record

✅ died once

Diagnosis: babygirl

[raviollies]

🐍

[gvq]

[scarlett-the-seachild]

think this has to be one of my favourite headlines of anything ever

[dingusmcdougall-deactivated2023]

The best thing about that article is that there gets to be a point where you’re like surely. Surely we can’t get sexier and less-martyr-y than this. And that point is about a 3rd of the way through the piece.

[greencheekconure27]

Adding one of my faves not included in the article:

Nicolas Régnier (1591–1667) Saint Sebastian tended by Saint Irène, c.1625,

[teamhangaround]

They won!

[its-not-a-pen]

Chinese darth maul head cannons

ok so i thought about a chinese version of the Brothers Opress and it's hurting me emotionally. (I haven't seen any of the mandarin dubs yet, i'm putting this out ahead of time to see if the translators agree with me.) Ok so in Chinese there's multiple ways of saying "brother", denoting different levels of closeness and familial bonds, so my headcannon is that Maul goes through ALL of them one by one as his relationship with savage develops.

headcanon Opress Bro's ages: Oldest- Savage 36 yrs Middle - Maul 34 yrs Youngest- Feral 17 yrs

Savage calls Feral 弟 [di] "little brother" Feral calls Savage 哥 [ge] “big brother" at the start.

When Feral is being strangled by Savage, he begs for his life and calls Savage 哥哥 [ge ge] "big brother" it's got childish connotations, e.g. something a kid would say which makes it Uniquely Painful.

After Maul regains his sanity, he insists on being called 师傅 [shi fu] "Master" and refers to Savage as 徒弟 [tu di] “Apprentice", completely rejecting all familial ties. (it's also got a bit of that twisted Journey to the West vibes, but instead of going to India to find Budda and Enlightenment they're going to Mandalor to find Violence and Mental Illness.)

After their near-death experience where Savage gets his arm cut off, Maul refers to Savage as 兄弟 [xiong di] which means "brother" in a comradely sense, e.g what monks call each other, and that's how they introduce themselves to the Deathwatch.

the first time Maul calls Savage 哥哥 "big brother" is when Sidious kills him. From that point on, until the day he dies, Maul only refers to Savage as 哥哥. There's something slightly childish about it which speaks of his unresolved trauma at the hands of sideous, that he was denied something critical to him and he's forever emotionally stunted.

Ok that's enough Pain for one day here's some funny shit:

Had Feral survived and met Maul, he would have to switch to calling Savage 大哥 [da ge] “eldest brother" and Maul 二哥 [er ge] "second eldest brother" . If I wrote CWs, there'd be this hilarious scene where Feral's like "Ai ya, forget about the revenge, intergalactic wars and spider legs. Let's talk about the IMPORTANT stuff! which one of you is older??? because I need to address you correctly, I can't just call you Maul it's RUDE." and then they start counting on their knuckles being all like "hang on are we going by the luna calendar or solar calendar?" BTW here's no "age neutral" way to say brother in chinese and you know it would make Maul EXPLODE if savage slipped up and called him 弟弟 "little brother" instead of 二哥 “second brother “ by accident。

[its-not-a-pen]

-Kidnapping? I prefer the term "surprise adoption"-

Maul rescues grogu, inspired by Mand'alor Darasuum by @withercrown

I wanted to explore the dark side of maul's complicated relationship with grogu. He's so protective yet covetous, clutching this one ray of light to his chest. His embrace is like a darkness, engulfing grogu, threatening to smother him.