Hello There! Are You in the mood for tea? I have a large selection of teas, they are composed of my fantasies. I hope You'll like them ☺️☕ English isn't my first language
Hang on, would white make more sense as a clean slate and rebirth, given the (canonical) phrase/idea of a Cin Vhetin, which translates most literally as a “white field,” but is used to mean a fresh start?
I did think about it, but then I thought that the action of stripping away the paint to bring the armor back to its silver state felt more like a rebirth than adding white paint on top of it, because you’re basically restarting from zero with the plain beskar, on which then you can add new colors, symbols etc.
#"i have no idea where he gets it from," says area jedi knight still picking glass out of his robes from leaping out of senator amidala's window earlier in the evening.
I know people make jokes about Cody wanting Obi Wan to get a wrist strap to attach to his lightsaber so he stops dropping it but this would be equally disastrous as it would be hilarious.
How many of you remember using wii remotes and being made to attach those wrist straps because your parents were worried you were gonna lob it into the TV screen? Whenever you’d accidentally let go of it, it would swing right back at your face like it personally wanted you dead.
If lightsabers had wrist straps, there would be absolutely no need for Order 66 because all of the Jedi would’ve cut themselves in half by the time Palpatine actually wanted to execute the order.
Palpatine: Commander Cody, the time has come. Execute Order 66.
Cody: Haha so about that…
Palpatine: What is it?
Cody: *shifts the holocomm to show Obi Wan lying on the ground like a broken Lego mini figure*
Okay so I’ve pointed this out before (which is annoying cause people said it was wrong okay I know what the wrist strap would do!) and I would like to further add to this:
Obi-Wan. Created. A fighting form. As a teen. Where he attached two knives to a chain. And was not allowed to perfect it because the masters were like ‘?!?!?!?!!!!???!!’ And made him stop. And even as an adult, he thought that idea had merit and bragged about it to Anakin who was in AWE of it.
I would like to propose that Obi-Wan and probably a few others, would actually be one of very few who WOULDNT lose a limb with a wrist strap.
I say just attach a chain to the lightsaber and he’ll never loose it cause he’s having too much fun using it as nunchucks. Cody would be terrified. The clones would live in fear. The bots and Sith would be shitting bricks.
Both. Duel wielding. This is the most dangerous idea I have ever heard in my life he would do it in a SECOND. The clips are good for when Cody needs to haul him to the medical bay too, since he can grab Obi-Wan’s saber and use it as a leash.
Some context for people who haven't seen the comics.
Just wanted to add that if obi had these he'd kill grievous hands down. See I'm just imagining Obi Wan (someone better than me please ist- please draw this) fighting with those sabers like this
Credit to @Tonitopazs and @wednesdayadddms for the gifs
and cody stood bucket and jaw on the floor, the entire GAR and Mandalore LOSING IT and squabbling over who has him as leader first, forming the Vod'alore and all because he looks far too beautiful fighting this way.
Just a flurry of blue carving through the battlefield. If we went further, this would explain the black suit from the comics as the robes would get tangled in the ropes and get cut and burnt.
If we go EVEN further. BESKAR woven clothes so he can roll the blades along and down his body, the light refracting and reflecting off if the threads making his very form itself glow as he fights...
I recently wrote a ff with a friend in the marauders era. I like to do collages, so you get collages of characters from the marauders era who are not marauders.
PS - Reg's, Barty's, Dora's and Andy's wands are selected by me from those available on Pinterest
I also have no idea what Dora's maiden name was. In this timeline they are just getting to know each other (they are having a correspondent affair), so she is not a Lovegood yet.
And as if anyone was wondering why there's a picture of cheering children next to Snape, in my opinion Severus has been a huge quidditch supporter since his early years at school.
"No one speaks so beautifully of being afraid of love as you do."
(Severus x You)
I don't know how to tag
Tags: #severus needs a hug #you need a hug #"i love you" #no happy ending
This is the first time to publish such a long text in English. I ask for your understanding. The title is taken from a Polish song. It seems to me that these words are very suitable for Severus. Enjoy your reading.
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Severus lay together with his companion on the couch. Severus used the woman as a pillow and let her play with his hair in return. It was really nice with music playing in the background and the fireplace burning.
The woman's eyes looked at the man's calm face. His eyes were closed, the wrinkles had softened and he now looked much more his age. The woman, who had not spent the first evening with him, felt that she could have stayed there forever. At this exact moment.
"Severus..."
"Hym?" She got the sleepy reply of a man tired after a whole week of work.
"I think... I think I love you."
"Stop."
In an instant, black eyes looked at her alertly, and wrinkles appeared on his face again. The woman's lips parted because she wanted to say something, but she didn't manage.
"Don't say anything. And if you must, don't say those words." He said firmly and resolutely. He did not take his eyes off her, and the woman felt apprehension to speak up.
"But... Why?" The woman's hand wanted to stroke his hair again. He caught it and squeezed it more than necessary. The gaze of black eyes focused on the hand he held, as if she was the culprit behind his change in mood.
"Because these words always destroy everything." His voice indicated that he was reaching back with his memory somewhere very far. "If you want to continue our arrangement, you can never say that."
Black eyes focused again on the woman lying beneath him. Severus could see the emotions flowing across the face of the woman, who had been a vital part of his private life for some time.
He watched as she yanked shis hand away and massaged wrist. He gripped it too tightly... He moved away and sat down on the couch giving the other person space. The woman did not move.
Dark eyes focused their gaze on the fire. The silence lasted for several drawn-out seconds.
"Even if I feel it? Is it just about the words?"
"... Don't cross that line. It's for the best. It's fine the way it is." He replied still focused on the fire. His hands were clasped tightly together to prevent his fingers from breaking off. He must not show weakness.
Another long seconds of silence.
"Yes... Straight up a dream arrangement." He felt the person next to him rise to sit down and get up from the couch, but he continued to stare at the fire. From hearing, he recognized that she had gone around the couch and was walking around the room. He allowed himself to close his eyes. He prepared to hear the sound of teleportation from the fireplace. So far, he only heard her stop somewhere behind his back. He clenched his eyelids and fists tighter to resist the urge to turn toward her. He also resisted the prompting to use legilimency. The fear of seeing himself through her eyes now was too great, and if she realized.... She would then realize how foolish it would be to even consider a relationship with someone like him.
The music was still playing, but no sound came from the person still standing behind him. The potions master's nails, despite being cut short, dug into his skin in anticipation. Let it happen already. Let him taunt him and leave.
But instead he felt hands on his shoulders. He shuddered at the sensation, but the hands did not retreat and began to massage his tense body. A sigh of relief was unconditional. She knew what to do. The man was aware that he had let her in far enough that she knew his weaknesses. A fool... But he couldn't resist it when her movements and presence gave him a relief he hadn't experienced even during his encounters with Lily.
He didn't even know when he was leaned with his back on the couch, his head resting on the headrest. He felt the top of his head touch her stomach. His eyes were still closed. He let her do whatever she wanted with him.
Pathetic. He was so pathetic in his desire to touch her. She had power over him. She didn't interrupt the massage, but only changed places, mussing his neck, his jaw, until she reached his cheeks. He felt her brushing his hair away from his forehead. He felt her warm hands place themselves on his cheeks and gently stroke his dry skin.
He tightened his eyelids again.
He felt that she was looking at him. He is the center of her attention. Attention he doesn't deserve, but needs. But he doesn't intend to admit it.
He wants to break out of this embrace that gives a feeling of security, peace, attention, a sense of being important and valuable.... Because it can't be true.
The man is stopped by the weight of the pressed forehead against his own. He opens his eyes in surprise and sees the woman's hair. She now has to kneel behind the couch to hold him with her hands and forehead. This can't be comfortable for her.... That's what Severus thinks, but then he feels wetness in his hair.
She is crying.
This thought is enough for him to slip out of the woman's grasp in an instant kneeling on the couch facing her.
The woman withdrew her hands from the back of the couch the moment he did. She lowered her head so that the man could not see her face from his position. But he could see her raise her hands to her face to wipe away her tears.
Severus felt his hands tighten on the back of the couch.
"Why don't you just leave?" He couldn't stand it. He didn't know where he felt anger from now, but he knew it shouldn't be like this. She shouldn't cry, she should go out and be with someone as good as her. SO WHY DOESN'T SHE DO THAT!
The woman was still kneeling. After a long moment, which was surely to make sure her voice did not fail her, she raised her head to look at the man above her.
"Is that what you want?" She asked him, and her voice was unnaturally colorless. Only the wet marks on her cheeks and the redness, betrayed the earlier tears.
Severus' clenched lips delayed the answer. "Yes. That's what I want." He replied withstanding her stare. This battle of glances lasted for a while before the woman began to rise from her knees and stood in front of the man.
Her hands touched his cheeks again. Only by a miracle did he not close his eyes and snuggle into her touch. No, it wasn't a miracle. It was damned pride that prevented him from giving himself that final goodbye. He knew that this is what was happening now.
The language of touch had always been more important in their relationship than words.
"You know Severus... No one speaks so beautifully of being afraid of love as you do." She smiled at him, and the touch became even more tender. Snape's dark eyes looked at her and saw that smile break her soul. That smile must be enough for him. He knew that her image would be etched in his memory.
He did not answer her. He removed her hands from his face and looked away. He rose from the couch and, as if nothing had happened, approached the bar completely ignoring the presence of another person in the apartment.
Somewhere between opening the bottle and pouring the alcohol into the glass, he heard the crackle of teleportation from the fireplace.
He lifted the glass to his lips and let the tart alcohol burn his tongue and esophagus.
After emptying the glass, the sound of breaking glass echoed through the apartment, silencing the gramophone and the music.
Ever see people headcanoning that Snape is Dracos godfather?
Yup, I like that one. And it makes sense. Severus is very close to the Malfoys, and he’s the one Narcissa trusts to protect Draco.
And especially in the first couple movies, Draco keeps looking at Sev like he’s Superman.
Okay, I know it's not the best snow animation in the world but hey, let's pretend it works and we'll have a magic cover xD I'm still happy, even if it's not perfect! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°
Okay, you know what? After reading this post, I jokingly said we should all just make a pact to reblog it five times a day forever. So I'm gonna do this louder for the people in the back:
AO3 WAS CREATED BY FANS, FOR FANS
AO3 IS RUN BY FANS (VOLUNTEERS, NO LESS)
AO3 IS PART OF THE NON-PROFIT, ORGANIZATION FOR TRANSFORMATIVE WORKS
AO3 IS NOT OWNED BY ANY COMPANIES AND DOES NOT EARN REVENUE
I love HP in Italian (the movies that it) but the last names crack me up. Other than Piton we've got:
- Albus Silente cause he's silent I guess xd
- Minerva McGranit because she likes "granita" or is stone hard
- Pomona Sprite xd cause Sprite is her fav drink ofc
- Signor Gazza (Filch) cause apparently he resembles a magpie
- Neville Pacioc cause he's "pacioccoso"
- Madama Bumb (Hooch) because... I don't even know
- Baston (Olivier Wood) but that one kinda makes sense cause when Harry hears McGonagall call him he thinks she's requesting a punishmemt device so in order to make it make sense in Italian they renaed him Baston meaning wooden stick
- Colin Cannon because he's got a photo camera, right
- Gilderoy Allock because reasons
- Peter Minus because he had them ten fingers minus one
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