I’m trying to use a reference for something and I googled old libraries and oh my gosh just look at these they’re so pretty.
This is my aesthetic. A cold, wet, and misty day. Me, with no responsibilities and nowhere to be, sitting inside one of these libraries, with infinite knowledge at my fingertips and a comfy armchair and a nice mug of hot chocolate. Maybe I’ll be some sort of researcher looking for an ancient treasure. Who knows. All I know is that I want to be there.
I dreamt that I had to go to Hogwarts to lure Sauron, but this Hogwarts strangely looked like a hospital. On my way, there were many constellations floating around the city like fog, and there was a bull head. It knew it was Oromë’s sygil, so I screetched in an attempt to imitate Lugia’s call to summon him. Oromë appeared in the distance, he was quite the giant (and was some sort of a faun with huge antlers and a spear). He raised his hand in salute and said I was safe to go, I had his blessings.
I went. The plan was to play dumb and befriend Sauron, but he had the same idea to play dumb. Both of us agreed to go to a calm room, so we flew together in a tower and we went somewhere. Nothing really happened. Someone came in, a tall Dobby the Elf kind of person, and I pretended I was Sauron’s servant, so I kneeled and rested my head on his lap. Sauron shoo'ed Dobby away (he was in a foul mood). I had already decided his lap was comfortable, so I settled myself. Sauron didn’t mind and petted my hair.
The hospital!Hogwarts had a Manwë/Dumbledore figure that was in the facts Dupont from Tintin. And Sauron was being a spy of Morgoth.
Sometimes in life we have lofty dreams. Not because we think they’re realistic, but because they give us something to aim for and carry us through hard times simply through the POSSIBILITY that they may come true.
With that in mind, I want to tell you my ultimate dream for how the “Enemies of Creed” series will end. (Don’t worry, there’s no spoilers this time.)
I dream of fan fiction.
I don’t want my readers to close the last page and think, “Well, I guess that wraps everything up and there’s nothing left to tell.”
I want them to feel satisfied with the conclusion of the series story arch of course, but I also want them to think, “I wonder what will happen next?” And in my dreams, after they think that thought, SEVERAL OF THEM DECIDE TO WRITE AN ANSWER.
I dream of creating characters and settings and ideas and conflicts that inspire my audience to become creators and collaborators with me.
I dream of establishing an official channel for submitting fan-created content so I can look at it, enjoy it, select a number of submissions for editing and approval. I dream of creating an official publication where these approved stories can be published, and the writers appropriately compensated for their work.
And every time I think about this dream of mine, I can’t understand why it doesn’t already exist. I can’t understand why so many authors jealously guard ultimate creative control over their works, rather than enjoy the fruits of sharing the burden of creation with others who are eager to create.
Will I ever achieve this dream? I honestly don’t know. But it’s a dream that I believe is worth working for.
i hate it when someone asks me what my favorite work of art is because i can’t say “the one of the woman chilling on the rocks with a dragon lying in her lap and giving off powerful big dick energy” but how else am i supposed to describe it
this is the definition of living deliciously
This is Dragon Resting It’s Head On The Lap of a Woman by Robert Leinweber
