and actually writing new stuff

looking at the concept art of padme with either one of the twins on her back for ‘revenge of the sith’ im desperate for an au where padme doesn’t die right after mustafar 

  • padme goes to mustafar with intentions of killing anakin [see here for elaborations
  • anakin would definitely still force choke her, but this time instead of taking forever fighting anakin, obi wan’s intentions would be on getting back to padme no matter what
  • when obi wan gets back to padme and the ship, he leaves anakin with both of his legs chopped off on a platform that’s set to fall into the lava within eight minutes (chancellor palpatine manages to get him out before that happens resulting in anakin fully taking on his role as darth vader after realizing anyone he cared about will betray him)
  • padme gives birth to luke and leia, and despite being tired beyond belief, completely broke up and furious about her plan failing, lives to fucking fight another day
  • the intended plan is to give leia and luke to their respective adoptive homes when they’re one month old
  • padme spends two days with owen, beru and the twins before leaving luke with them, meaning a short home holomovie that they’ll both receive on their eleventh birthday 
  • before this though, it results in padme crushing rumors of her death and bringing forward the truth to half the galaxy all while caring for the twins in the background. even though it’s no one’s business, she does reveal that while she was pregnant, her child died in childbirth. everyone, even the naberrie family believes her
  • respective wills are made, letters are written and she tries to be as prepared as she can for them if she has to go on a mission and fails to come back but when she dies the day after she leaves leia with breha and bail, the tears seen on the streets of naboo are nothing compared to the wails of baby luke and leia naberrie-skywalker
  • [[[basically what i wanted was padme jogging down the streets undercover with a baby on her back, and another baby on her front, while shooting at her enemies ok is that too much to ask???]]]

He looked at me like I was the breath of a pause right before a wave crashed over him
the break between two people saying “I love you” and “I’m leaving” at the same time
the way the sun never quite rises in time for you to wait for the bus
you are always left in the dark, just for a bit, just long enough for the chill to set in, for the fear to set in
he looked at me like an apology and I’ve never been so terrified

and i can’t say I hadn’t been expecting this
people always leave and it’s usually sooner rather than later
but i’m not even finished building my bridge to him yet, i’m still in the middle
and when he lights it up i’m going down
there’s no saving me, there’s no ground beneath my feet
there’s just rushing water and the sudden impact
like hitting glass
like breaking teeth

he says not to be afraid because he was never worth it anyway
and I don’t know how to say that it doesn’t matter if he was worth it
I’m here anyway I’ll drown anyway
but still he lit his matches and dropped them down my throat
and the bridge fell and the water filled my lungs and
now I don’t know to say I love you without my voice shaking
I don’t know how to say I love you if he’s not the one hearing it.

—  Building bridges to places that don’t exist anymore– Lily Rain

CS AU Week: day 4 - complete AU

Hades/Persephone AU

You can read the fic this art is based off of, That Deathless Death, right here.

Calum Hood - Moonlight And Rooftops

A/N - This was posted originally on my old writing blog hashtagsandbrokenrecords, but because of reasons I had to delete that blog. So yeah, I hope you like this one! I will be posting the stuff I posted on there on here now, whilst I try to find time to actually write some new stuff <3


“Meet me on the roof” was all the text read, as I turned over in my bed. I’d laid there all day and I wasn’t sure what I’d actually done with my day. I sighed, climbing out of bed and finding a pair of flannel shorts and a discarded hoodie to put on over my tank top and underwear. I fluffed my hair up slightly in the mirror but I didn’t bother with makeup, knowing it would be dark up there and he wouldn’t mind in anyway. I grabbed the pair of converse and slipped them on with ease, grabbing my phone and cigarettes as I left my crappy flat and made my way up to the roof.

“I sent you that text an hour ago.” Calum called to me, when I opened the door and slipped out into the cold air. I flipped him off, moving to sit in the other one of the old abandoned deck chairs that no-one knew how they’d got there.

“I was sleeping.” I mumbled, pulling out a fag and lighting it quickly, inhaling the smoke with relief. My day had involved me not wanting to even get up to have a smoke and I was needing it.

“You’re always sleeping these days Y/N, how do you still have a job?” Calum chuckled, taking the cigarette out of my fingers and taking a drag. He closed his eyes contentedly as he leaned back in the chair, before opening them up again to meet mine.

“I turn up when I have to and I work hard. They didn’t need me today, so I took full advantage of that.” I shrugged, looking out over the top of the roof at the busy city lights. “What do you even do with your days off anyway?”

“I write, I sleep, I eat.” Calum laughed now, a full chest laugh, making me smirk. We’d met when we both had found ourselves up on the roof at 3am one Friday evening; his deck chair on the opposite side of the roof to mine. We’d spent the entire night talking, our chairs slowly moving closer together until they met in the middle and they hadn’t moved for 3 months. He’d been out on tour for those months, so I’d had no reason to find myself up here. He’d given me his number that night, but he’d never texted me until tonight.

“That’s only a little more productive than me.” I sighed, finishing my cigarette and stubbing it out before pulling my legs up onto the chair, and resting my chin on my knees. “How was the rest of the world rock star?”

“Pretty much the same as here, just different people.” He shrugged, pulling out a bag of weed and paper and started to roll a joint for us to share. “But there was someone always on my mind.”

“Who’s the lucky girl?” I chuckled, watching as he carefully sealed up the joint before holding his hand out for my light. I dropped it into his hand, before focusing my attention back on the horizon.

“Who said it was a girl?” he joked, lighting up and taking a long drag.

I laughed lightly, turning my attention back to him and taking the joint off of him. “Didn’t know the famous Calum Hood was gay, guess there’s a lesson in everything.”

“I’m not, but the assumption was not nice.” He gave me a lazy smile and it was then that I realised how much I enjoyed spending time with him. Everything was easy when we were sat up on the roof just talking. Silence engulfed us as we shared the joint, a hazy feeling coming over the both of us, the lights from the speeding traffic and office buildings lighting up our view of the city.

“Wanna do something radical?” Calum turned to me, a smirk present on his face, after he’d just stepped out the third joint. We were both just enjoying each other’s company and the cool night air, I wasn’t sure whether I was up for anything particularly adventurous.

“Not really.” I smirked, watching as his grin turned into a pout.

“Well you can sit and watch me do something radical then.” He shrugged, ignoring the way I rolled my eyes and standing up to make his way to the edge of the roof, and as he laid his hands on the wall that stopped people from falling over the edge, I knew exactly what he was going to do.

“Calum, you’ll die.” I warned half-heartedly, but he hoisted himself up anyways and stood on the slim edge, looking out over the city. He turned back, gesturing for me to join him,before carefully lowering himself down onto the wall and dangling his legs over the edge of our building.

I sighed, standing up and moving over to join him. He made no effort to help me up as I struggled but as I stood on the edge, carefully looking down I’d never felt freer. The world was at my feet and I was never happier. “It’s amazing.” I told him, sitting down and dangling my legs as well, swinging them backwards and forwards as I took in the city from a new angle.

“I’ve been planning this the entire time we were on tour.” He whispered and I turned to look at him confused, about to ask what he was on about, but instead I was stopped by his lips finding mine.

I was taken by surprise but when I’d recovered I kissed back slowly, trying to keep it to the slow and calm mood of the evening. I wanted everything to come to a stop as his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. Our lips moulded together and I found myself lost in his everything, his lips, his hair, his torso. I was lost and I wasn’t sure I wanted to be found.

Eventually he pulled away, a lazy grin on his face, and I could tell he’d enjoyed it as much as I had. “You were planning that?” I whispered, biting my lip at his expression.

“I was planning on bringing you up onto the roof and then getting you to sit above everyone else and then my next plan was to kiss you. I didn’t think it would be successful.” He admitted, pushing my hair out of my eyes a shy smile now gracing his lips.

“What were you planning to do next?” I whispered seductively against his ear, before biting it lightly, feeling his hands travel down to rest on my bum. He turned his face slightly to reconnect our lips quickly before pulling away.

“I was planning on taking you downstairs to my room.” He admitted, a blush spreading over his cheeks. I smirked standing back up on the roof edge and I jumped down back onto the safety of the roof, grabbing his hand as he turned around on the roof and got ready to slide down.

“Want to lead the way?” I asked him, looking up at him through my eyelashes and he just shook his head, resting his arms over my shoulders and leaning down to slowly connect our lips again, making me sigh into the kiss. I could see myself spending more time on the roof with this boy in the days to come.