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5 times Melshi and Cassian talked about Jyn Erso (and one time they didn't have to)

Canon compliant you guys - or at least, it doesn’t directly contradict canon. Whatever you choose to think at the end is up to you.

5 times Melshi and Cassian talked about Jyn Erso (and one time they didn't have to)

1. Before Wobani

Ruescott Melshi was on his way down the hall when a familiar form caught his eye.

"Keef," he called out. "Briefing's this way."

Cassian didn't even roll his eyes at the fake name, the one Melshi had known him by on Narkina 5 and still used to tease him. "Change of plans."

"Is the mission off?"

"No, it's on. We need this woman. But I'm not going."

They'd been planning this breakout for a week now. "What's up?"

"I have to meet one of my contacts. He's getting - squirelly. But I'll send Kay with you."

"All right," he said. Infiltrations and exfiltrations were his specialty. Cassian was coming because he needed the woman for something important. But he'd never been an intrinsic part of the plan. Kay, yes, Cassian not so much, even if they generally came as a matched set. "I'll bring her back. No problem."

"Good. Ah, listen - I've read her arrest records. Don't underestimate her."

"Because she's in Wobani? You and I both know how people end up in places like that. I'm not worried." He considered. "Maybe I am. She might get a look at this face and fall in love with me."

It coaxed a crook of his lips, a huff of a laugh. Cassian had never been a particularly jolly guy. But lately he'd been getting tired, drained-looking. The spark of rage that burned in his eyes was getting dimmer and dimmer.

Melshi had seen the same in his fellow operatives over the years, usually just before they burned out, either quietly or spectacularly. Worry wormed in his stomach as he watched his friend walk away.

2. On the Way Back

Melshi cursed long and fluently as the medic fixed his nose. "Crazy fucking woman."

The crazy fucking woman in question was in restraints at the back of the troop transport. They hadn't planned on it, so they were the decoy restraints that they'd used when stopping the Wobani transport, hastily reprogrammed to actually work. She sneered at him.

"I told you I was getting you out," he said.

"I don't know you," she snapped back. "Why should you do anything for me?"

"Good question," he muttered.

"Melshi," one of his team called out. "Captain on the comm."

Cassian frowned at him through the comm screen. The bruises were probably coming in, dark and nasty, visible even through the bluish distortion of the screen. "Trouble?"

"Yeah, from that nutjob you wanted me to pick up."

Cassian's brows rose.

"She hit me in the face with a shovel."

"I told you not to underestimate her. Did you let her know we were getting her out?"

"Yeah, and then she hit me in the face with a shovel!"

His lips quirked. "I guess you're safe from her falling in love with you."

"Kriff you, man," he said, pleased to see a flicker of Cassian's dry humor for once. "What's your ETA?"

They compared notes and found that they'd be back on base about a day before he would. "We'll put her in a holding cell overnight," Melshi suggested, touching the bruises gingerly. "Maybe that'll stop her from assaulting anyone else."

3. After the Interrogation

When Cassian saw him in person, he said, "Damn."

"It was a big shovel," Melshi said grouchily. Not to mention she'd prefaced it by slamming her boot into his nuts. No need to mention that, though. Now that more people on base had seen Jyn Erso, he and the rest of Extraction Team Bravo were getting a lot of shit about getting beat up by one tiny woman. "Is she going to help?"

"She agreed. She had to be bribed, but she agreed."

Melshi knew better than to ask what Cassian needed her for. "Well, good luck, then. Don't give her any weapons."

Cassian grunted, still looking out over the shuttle bay.

"What?" Melshi said. "You worried she'll turn you in for the reward or something?"

"Not that," he said. "I didn't get the sense she had any love for the Empire. She just didn't care about anything we had to say."

"Well," Melshi said. "Lot of people don't care." It burned him too, sometimes, how people could look away, look past the Empire and everything it did, as long as it didn't affect them. And then when it did, they were shocked.

"It's more than that. She seemed determined not to care. No matter what we said."

"Lot of people like that, too."

Cassian shook his head. "I know that. It just bothered me. That's all."

4. Before the Council Meeting

There was no official announcement, but gossip spread around the base faster than the clap. Andor had come back after weeks out in the stars with something. Something big. Or maybe it was the woman he was hauling around. Or was it one of the strays they'd picked up?

Anyway, it was big enough that they'd called in the Council.

"What's that going to do?" one of Melshi's men grumbled, and he privately agreed.

Melshi ran Cassian to ground in the datasec room, where he was paging through screens. "What's the project?" he asked, ready to be rebuffed.

"Trying to figure out who's on base," Cassian said.

"Why?"

He looked up. "We might need to put together a team. Quickly."

"Well, I'm in," Melshi said.

"You don't even know what it is."

He shrugged. "Hasn't stopped me yet. How's the crazy girl? Is our team going to drop her off on some nice safe asteroid somewhere?"

"She's speaking to the council when they get here."

"She," Melshi said. "She's speaking to the council." He'd assumed it would be Draven, with whatever Cassian had brought back. The woman he'd brought back from Wobani hadn't been interested in talking to anybody.

"Mmhm." He paged through some more screens, brows drawn. He paused, took a note, and paged on.

"About what?"

He looked up. "Go and see."

The spark behind his eyes was a blaze.

5. After the Council Meeting

The same blaze burned in Jyn Erso's words as she exhorted the Council to do something besides squabbling and doom-saying. It was hard to say which one of them had lit it in the other.

He was all the way in the back, up against the wall with the other spooks and assassins and saboteurs. The type that the Council didn't like to be reminded existed. Which was fine, because that was where they liked it.

Melshi looked around the room at who was nodding agreement and who was shaking their head and looking grim, and he knew how it would go in here. He also knew what kind of team Cassian needed.

He glanced around, saw a few of Bravo Team looking at him, and jerked his head toward the door. They followed him out.

"Andor's getting a team together," he said quietly. "If you're out, that's fine. Won't hold it against you. If you're in, go find anyone else who would be, too."

They scattered.

It took some searching, but he found Cassian in a storeroom, picking through some boxes for what looked like the most portable weapons, talking on his comm at the same time.

He hung up and looked at him. "You heard?"

"Yeah." His blood was still chilled at the idea of the Empire with a weapon like that. He went down to check the box. "No, you want these," he said, shoving another one over to him. "They make a lovely boom. Stormtrooper bits all over."

Cassian didn't reach for it. "You still in?"

"More than ever."

"We might not come back. We probably won't come back."

"Keef," Melshi said. "I know. I'm in."

Cassian nodded.

"Your crazy girl coming with us?"

"She doesn't know about this. Yet."

"She said that thing you always say. In the meeting."

"What thing?" He checked his messages and nodded to himself, then shot off another one.

"You know the one. About hope."

His hands stilled. He smiled a little.

+1 In the Shuttle Bay

The team Cassian had scraped together out were clustered in the shuttle bay, getting the details. Some had been in the Council meeting, some hadn't, but everyone knew Cassian, and they all knew he wasn't the kind to go in guns blazing unless there was no other choice.

Melshi saw Jyn Erso come storming out of the council meeting. He reflexively checked for shovels, then nudged Cassian. "Your girl's here."

He looked over his shoulder to where she was talking to the other strays that had gotten dragged back with them, then turned and started walking toward her.

Even though the team he'd pulled together was all around him, and their strays were all around her, and the business of the shuttle bay was all around all of them, Cassian Andor and Jyn Erso might have been the only two people in the entire cavernous bay.

"They were never going to believe you," he called out.

"I appreciate the support," she snarked.

"I do," Cassian the spy said, simple and true. "I believe you."

Her face went slack with shock, and for the first time it occurred to Melshi to wonder what kind of life she'd had, that her first instinct on getting sprung out of a place like Wobani was to attack her rescuers and try to escape on her own.

Her eyes roved over the team Cassian had brought her as he spoke, more naked truths spilling out of his usually tightly closed lips. His words dug into Melshi's belly, all the ugly realities of the life they lived, and the burning flame of why underneath it.

She didn't say anything in reply, but the pilot still in his beat-up Imperial uniform did, talking about the practicalities of the shuttle they had to work with. She looked at him, then back at Cassian, with a little smile and the tiniest of nods.

He took that for the agreement it was and dispatched his team - her team, now - with barked orders.

Melshi looked back as he picked up the carton of grenades he'd recommended in the storeroom. Cassian was standing very close to Jyn, their faces tipped toward each other. It would actually be a little sweet if they weren't all going to almost-certain death.

But when they were inside the shield gate at Scarif, she spoke to them directly. She was no orator. Her words, by themselves, were blunt and a little fatalistic. But it was the flame in her eyes that lent them power.

"We'll find those Death Star plans. We'll find a way to find them."

He believed her, and he could feel the same belief stealing through the veins of all the battle-scarred soldiers in the shuttle with them.

A dead man's voice whispered in his ears. How long we hang on, how far we get, how many of us make it out, all of that is now up to us.

"We'll take the next chance," Jyn said, "and the next, until we win, or until our chances are spent."

We will never have a better chance than this.

Cassian had always been good at that. Finding a person who could change the tide, who could rouse people to action. Jyn and Kino seemed different on the outside - an angry young woman, a careworn older man - but the blaze in their eyes was the same.

Ruescott Melshi had been living on borrowed time since the moment his feet had touched the electrified floor of Narkina 5. He'd followed Cassian Andor out of that hell, and now he'd follow him into hell on Scarif.

It felt right that this was how his time would come due.

FINIS

#Ruescott Melshi #Cassian Andor #Jyn Erso #rebelcaptain #mosylufanfic lives up to her damn name #NaNo stories #love me a 5+1 #star wars

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novlr · 6 months

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Cut out the boring bits

If you are bored when writing a scene, then chances are, that scene will be boring for readers.

If you find yourself bored, take a step back and analyse why. How can you improve it, and if you can’t, is it necessary for your plot?

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snailtaco · 1 month

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A story never told.

(Explanation under cut)

In English, my teacher made us participate in NaNoWriMo where we write for the whole month. Of course the rules were more lax (we only had to get to 11,000 rather than 50,000), but we still had to plan and write an entire story (or beginning of one in my case).

If you couldn’t guess from the image above, I basically made a glorified fanfic oops (note: this will never see the light of day.)

The main story plot line (at least the beginning) is based off of "in this game, no, you're not the only target" by gin (tabanthas) (great fic would recommend!) but with a worst case scenario cuz I'm a sucker for trauma bonding (i hope thats not weird, i just like my favorite characters suffering)

I did have to change names as to not raise suspicion from my teacher and alter some basic features, but ultimately I got to just shuck a whole bunch a head cannons on these poor boys.

Left is the reference to the boys. The right is just the top image without shadows cuz I'm indecisive.

Sorry for making this lil rant so long I never get to talk about this unfinished story and I really wanted to recommend another :)

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nanowrimo · 7 months

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How to Choose the Right Story Idea

Every year, we’re lucky to have great sponsors for our nonprofit events. Scrivener, a 2023 NaNoWriMo sponsor, is an award-winning writing app containing all the tools you need to get writing and keep writing. They’ve teamed up with S J Watson, bestselling author of Before I Go To Sleep, to get some tips on deciding if your story idea is a good one.

If you’re writing fiction, the thing that must come first is the idea. Without that we have nothing. But what are ideas; how do we get them; and crucially, how can we choose which ones are good enough to sustain a long piece of fiction?

These are big questions, so let’s consider them here.

What is an Idea?

I came across two interesting dictionary definitions of what an idea is:

Something such as a thought or conception that is the product of mental activity; and

A sense that something can happen, a notion or expectation.

The seeds of ideas are everywhere. Everything we see, hear, read or watch can spark a thought, and we need to remain alert to those sparks, as some might become useful ideas. But being alert is not enough. Rarely do ideas arrive fully formed. Usually we have to actively work on promising nuggets in order to turn them into gold. We can’t just sit around and wait for the lightning bolt to strike.

Instead, get used to actively, and playfully, interrogating your daily musings. Ask yourself questions. ‘I wonder what would happen if…’ or, ‘Why did that person just..?’ etc. Don’t censor yourself. Let your mind take you to wild and fanciful places. You can always reign it back in later. Fill your notebook.

Choosing an idea to work on

Not all ideas are created equal. So how do we choose? Look at the second definition above. Some ideas seem exciting at first but they’re limited. It’s hard to see how they can lead to interesting characters and high-stakes conflict. Others invite you into a world brimming with possibilities. They seem to open doors. These are the ones to work on.

The best, most fertile ideas, are magnetic. They grow by attracting other ideas to them. You’ll notice connections, and find yourself asking ‘What if..?’ and ‘I wonder why..?’ more and more. When this happens, you know you’re on to something, but at this point it can still help to ask yourself some questions.

First, which ideas excite you? Are there any that you can’t quite believe no one else has written? If so, go for it! If not, then perhaps proceed more cautiously. Don’t reject them outright, necessarily. Maybe you just need an extra ingredient or two. Give it time and wait until you do get that glimmer of excitement.

Next, can you see a protagonist with a goal and obstacles that stand in their way? If not, maybe you have an idea for a situation, but not an actual novel. ‘What if a totalitarian regime came to power?’ is not an idea for a story, but ‘What if two people fall in love in a world governed by a regime that has outlawed romantic attachment?’ is. Again, keep going, stir the pot until you can come up with characters and conflict.

Also ask, are the stakes high enough to maintain a reader’s interest, and if not can they be raised? Are their problems, if not universal, then at least relatable? A professor searching for the key to immortality is one thing, but a professor searching for the key to immortality because his wife is dying is suddenly something else. Keep going until you feel that tug of universality.

Finally, does your idea seem original? This is important, but beware! Almost everything has been done before, the key is how you combine ideas and what you do with them. Don’t reject every idea that is reminiscent of something else, but instead look for how you’re going to make it your own.

In short, daydream, be playful with your thoughts and observations, and sooner or later something will come along that seems on fire with possibility. Congratulations! Now the hard work starts…

SJ Watson is author of Before I Go To Sleep, which was turned into a film starring Nicole Kidman. He has since published two further psychological thrillers, Second Life and Final Cut, and has set up The Writers’ Lodge, which aims to help and support writers at every stage of their creative writing journey. S J Watson recently launched a public novel writing project called The Experiment. He writes using Scrivener.

All NaNoWriMo participants receive 20% off Scrivener for macOS and Windows from now until December 7, 2023, with the code NANOWRIMO23 .

Top photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash.

#nanowrimo #writing ideas #story ideas #writing #writing advice #by nano sponsor #scrivener #sj watson

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hezzabeth · 5 months

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NANOWRIMO DAYS 1-10

Saying Farewell to Armageddon

Act 1

The first winter

This is not a ghost story. Well, technically, it is, as it involves the haunting consciousness of someone who is definitely dead. Probably dead. Most likely dead. In the far-off future, true death is mostly optional.

This is not a fairytale. Granted, there is a princess in disguise. There is a fair bit of magic. True love prevails. But no, this isn't a fairytale.

Rather, this is a war story.

3834 AD: Ten miles from Skandasaipur, a city on Mars, part of the country of Mangalrajya.

A cold and burnt-red winter. Turquoise snow gently falls in tiny cubes, landing on the rust-colored dirt. In the distance, right on the horizon, there are pillars of smoke. Somewhere a city is on fire. “Aiyo Rama! They better not have burned down the teleportation port again! It makes shipping the ice impossible,” a young woman called Sugafana sighed from deep within her layers of bright purple and emerald green protective clothing. Her companion, a man covered in dark blue and silver, sighed, leaning down on his shovel. “Calm down! We can always drive down to Samarthanagari and use the public pod station,” the man, whose name was simply Jay, said. Sugafana merely grunted with annoyance before picking up her own shovel.

Once, Sugafana had worked in Samarthanagari's best girls' school. Every Thursday and Monday, she would march in through the front gate with her smart green briefcase. The school was now nothing more than a steel shell. “The hair curlers burned that pod station last month,” Sugafana reminded Jay, who sighed. “Just keep digging, Martian snow is going for fifty credits per kilo right now,” Jay pointed out, and Sugafana picked up her shovel before digging into the ground. Fifty credits a kilo. Before the war, Martian snow went for five dollars a kilo. Every Shigmo, children would eat cups full of the stuff flavored with sugar and wild honey.

“I can practically feel your frown from here,” Jay remarked as Sugafana scooped then snow up before dropping it in her bucket. “Prices are getting ridiculous! Barf cheene ghan used to be super cheap, and now vendors will have to charge ten credits to make a profit,” Sugafana growled with annoyance. “And it’s just dry sugar ice,” Sugafana finished as she stuck her spade into the snow again. “Correction, it’s dry sugar ice that some people believe has magic powers!” Jay cried in a sing-song voice. “And do you believe that?” Sugafana sarcastically asked. Jay shrugged. It was the sort of shrug Sugafana had seen many times over the past two years they had spent ice farming. A shrug that indicated Jay wasn’t willing to really believe in anything. Sugafana struck the ice again with her shovel, and there was a sudden faint clinking sound. “There’s something here,” Sugafana said, feeling faintly surprised. “You probably just hit some black ice, the snow fell during the night and the field was empty yesterday,” Jay pointed out. No human alive would dare to go out into the snow at night. The icy winds would tear through layers of protective clothing freezing blood in its veins. “The appliances wouldn’t come out here, no energy charging grids for miles,” Sugafana pointed out as she leaned down to push the cubed snow away with her gloved hands. “I heard the richer appliances have started using humans as portable batteries. They make the humans run ahead of them on treadmills,” Jay recalled as he shifted, standing behind Sugafana. “And who told you that? Your gossiping premika?” Asked crisply. “I told you before, Minty is not my girlfriend,” Jay said wearily, and Sugafana gasped. An eye was staring back at her in the snow. A shiny golden eye. “It’s an android,” Sugafana said, pushing more snow away to reveal a lady's face. A long and elegant face with Cupid bow lips and a stately nose. “Hit it with your shovel,” Jay ordered her. “I said Android! Not appliance! Androids don’t have artificial intelligence,” Sugafana snapped with annoyance as she quickly used her shovel to clear more and more snow. “They don’t? I thought all electronics were determined to turn us into slaves,” Jay remarked as Sugafana unearthed golden shoulders covered in a magenta silk shawl. “My transportation pod uses an electric battery, the lights at camp use electric wind power, and none of them have killed us,” Sugafana pointed out, and Jay raised a gloved finger. “None of them have tried to kill us yet,” Jay merely replied. “Just help me! Baba Tarak will find us a buyer who will pay a small fortune,” Sugafana said, and Jay kneeled down next to Sugafana, his gloves brushing against the snow. For a moment, their eyes met. It was amazing, Sugafana thought, what a person could tell just by glancing at someone’s eyes. Sugafana had never seen Jay’s entire face. They always met five times a week on the fields in their uniforms, helped each other shovel the snow, and then said goodbye at the migrant camp's gates. It has been that way for years. Once or twice, Jay had been foolish enough to ask Sugafana if she wanted to stand together in the food ration line. She always said no. It was easier that way. Still, Jay’s eyes were so dark it was almost impossible to see their pupils. They did, however, crinkle in a way that whispered they were kind. “That’s peculiar,” Jay remarked, breaking away from her gaze. His hands had uncovered a peculiar glowing lump that extended just below the android's chest. “It looks like a perfectly normal maternity droid to me,” Sugafana replied, brushing more snow off its legs. “Is that what they look like? I’ve never seen one in real life! Most women had their babies in my town the old-fashioned way,” Jay remarked. “I used to walk past a boutique selling them on my way to work! I never saw actual pregnant women in the city,” Sugafana replied as she cocked her head to one side, trying to find the android's barcode. “Strange, there’s no identification,” she said to Jay. “And what does that mean exactly?” Jay asked.

#nano 2023 #nanowrimo #life on mars #write a novel #writing #speculative worldbuilding #speculative fiction #science fiction #scifi #sci fi and fantasy #original character #original story

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sloedancing · 11 months

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lacuna: part one

#ts4 #*lacuna #*ada #*santi #drunk walk home by mitski plays softly in the background #um yea so bold decision on my part to have no dialogue no explanation just vibes #but this is essentially a story about ada and santi ALMOST but not quite meeting #again and again and again #until they do :3 #anyway fun fact the kitchen is based on a kitchen i partied in A LOT at uni #right down to the pink ipod nano on the washing machine

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awkward-teabag · 2 months

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Was looking at my iPod Nano and thought how utterly BS it is that companies say it takes too much room to have a headphone jack.

I already thought it was BS before but the claim invariably comes down to form factor and keeping the jacks would make the device too big.

My Nano is ~5mm thick with the jack (also it's thinner than that but the glass stands out to make it thicker). That's nearly 3mm thinner than the latest iPhone and even the thinnest iPhone is over 2mm thicker.

You're telling me as components and ports shrink and boards also get smaller, it's unfeasible to do something that was done a decade ago?

It's almost as if it's not that form factor/technology doesn't allow it and it's all about selling proprietary adapters and/or Apple-brand headphones/earbuds/airpods that can be paired without a jack, and removing customer freedom.

#it used to be about removing the option for customers to record music via the jack #but that's been something easily done for ages #'best' is when the claim is a jack is too thick for a laptop #a cell i could possibly understand but a laptop?#the hell is your board and battery if it's thinner than 5mm and you can't find room for the jack #'cause even on compact builds there's dead space #and it's not like optical drives are often a thing now so that frees up even more room #though funny story from when i got my nano #i wanted something to use at work for a physical job so it only needed to play music and fit in a pocket #the staffer (who was probably instructed to upsell everyone) kept trying to get me to buy a cell instead #because 'you can play music off it and do other stuff'#i legit only wanted to get something that did one (1) thing #especially given the chance it could be damaged #also even at the best of times a cell has trouble fitting in afab dress pants pockets #kinda hard to upsell someone on something that costs hundreds more and literally cannot do what they want

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darksouls2yuri · 14 days

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terrifying event just happened while i was feeding my tank + adding fertilizer. i look down at this piece of cholla i had an anubias planted in and notice one of my smaller male corydoras is stuck in it. im like ohhh my god my guy is dead and then he starts thrashing and then im like ohhhh my god my fish is stuck what do i do. so i get my wife and she holds the piece of wood and i grab my dad and he comes upstairs with a pair of pliers and he very slowly and carefully starts breaking the wood away until the cory can swim through. hes very stressed and his dorsal and tail fins are ripped and his other fins are clamped and hes just kind of sitting still and breathing fast. i put a tsp of aq salt in and ill keep doing that every hour until we get to probably 5 tsp since corys are sensitive to salt.

#txt #fishblr #ive like always heard horror stories of fish like plecos and stuff getting in pieces of wood or hides and then they cant get out and die #im glad we got him out and im hoping hell be okay. absolutely NO hollow pieces of wood anymore. none #if i buy any like ceramic hides theyll be big enough none of my fish can get stuck. i only keep nano species anyway

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genfagloser · 5 months

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gl crew but they were taken into the mall as kids. ranboo is taken in when hes just shy of his 10th birthday and is put in the same cell as charlie and sneeg. and they look at each other and they look at ranboo, asleep on the other side of the cell, and even though they dont know the kid yet, they vow to take care of him however they can. they press their mirrored, scarred palms together and promise.

#this is a concept from my nano story its already being written ‼️#genloss #sneeg #charlie #ranboo

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omo-my-gosh · 5 months

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My first published omorashi story is available here on Smashwords! 9799 words of car desperation for $3.99

#car desperation #car omorashi #omorashi #omo #omo kink #omo cute #desperation wetting #part one of a planned 5 part story #I've got the sequel halfway finished #this series is my nano project this year #if you want to read and support me that would be very cool of you 😎

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jadiealissia · 2 months

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🌼Art/Writing Introduction🌼

🌿About Me🌿

My favourite genres are fantasy and sci-fi

I am a very slow reader (sometimes, I write faster than I read???)

My art is heavily inspired by manga art, though I experiment with style quite a lot :)

🌿My Current Projects🌿

Taylaron's Story

A cottagecore vampire novel 🌼🧛🍃

Follows a 15-year-old vampire in a fantasy world

Foraging, magic, friendship :)

It was my NaNoWriMo project

I am uploading it as an audiobook to YouTube!

Blurb:

Taylaron is a 15 year old half-vampire who ends up alone in a country far from home, struggling to keep afloat. Not many vampires immigrate here, so he has to buy overpriced blood at international markets just to feed himself.

He meets a mysterious new necromancer friend, who spends her time trying to keep her sick sister from getting sicker. Can he help her in time, and can he finally reunite with his own family?

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Israphaellia's Adventure

Fantasy + Sci-Fi Manga (full watercolour!)

It's set in the same world as "Taylaron's Story" but a few years later, when the characters are in magical university.

It's a sequel to a comic I made as a teenager, but you don't have to read the original to understand this one.

I am uploading it as a "dubbed comic" to YouTube! :)

Blurb:

Just after graduating from Moonrise School of Elementalism, Israphaellia is struggling to choose which magical university she should attend. She worries about getting assignments done on time and keeping in touch with friends attending different universities. However, what she really should have been worried about is the new adventure one of these catch-ups will send her on.

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mosylufanfic · 1 year

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Hello! I really enjoyed reading some of your fanfics yesterday and I got a prompt for you! Rebelcaptain on a mission, pre relationship but already with feelings for one another, having to kiss to keep up their cover - Maybe just maybe the rest of rogue one has asked draven to send rebelcaptain on a mission as couple as they were getting increasingly frustrated with them. If it's not your thing, don't mind ignoring it and all the best for the rest of nano! you rock!

*skids into the last day of November with a giant donut* DID SOMEONE SAY FAKE DATING

Dating for Beginners

It was Bodhi's idea. Jyn was pretty sure that was the problem right there.

"A date?" she said, baffled. "Me? And Cassian?"

"Not really a date because you're going to be doing - " He fluttered his fingers. "Spy things. Casing the joint. Taking the lay of the land. Tasting the wind."

"We don't say any of those things," Cassian said.

"Okay, whatever you're doing, you need a cover, and that's an easy cover."

"Right," Jyn said, "but I've never really gone on a date. Not a lot of dating going on with the Partisans - " A decent amount of furtive fumbling, but no dates. "And after that, my life didn't lend itself to dating, exactly." She looked over. "Cassian?"

He shrugged. "Closest I ever got to a date as a teenager was climbing over the back wall of my girlfriend's dad's shop and making out with her until he chased me off with a blaster."

Jyn felt her brows shoot practically off her face. Given the guess, she never would have pegged Cassian Andor, of all people, to be the kind of teenager a parent had to chase off with a blaster. More like the boy who turned up at the front door, hair combed, calling his girlfriend's parents "sir" or "ma'am" and promising to treat her respectfully and get her home before her curfew.

Bodhi looked equally befuddled. "I have questions."

"Continue having them," Cassian suggested, going back to reading the mission brief.

Jyn was still stuck on his old girlfriend, and how after he'd gotten her out the door, then there would be making out. Highly disrespectful making out.

Oh shit. She was thinking way too much about Cassian and making out right now. Was she blushing?

"Well, whatever," she said briskly. "It's like Bodhi says. An easy cover. How hard can it be?"

"You could at least hold my hand," Cassian muttered in her ear, and she jumped about a foot.

They were sitting on the tram into the city, hip to hip, dressed like a young couple out on a date. She hoped. What was that supposed to look like, anyway?

He laid his hand on his knee, palm up, as if waiting for her to slot hers into it.

"How about this?" she asked, and picked up his hand instead, using it to swing his whole arm around her shoulders.

"Yeah," he said quietly, after a blink of surprise. "That's - that's good."

"Good," she said. She still held his hand, their fingers woven together. His arm was heavy over her shoulders, but in a solid, grounding way. She found herself settling into his side.

She turned her head to ask him which stop they were getting off at, and found him looking at her already.

His eyes were so dark. She knew that already, but looking at them from this close up, they were so dark. Secrets upon secrets.

She looked away, feeling her face heat. Nice. Very nice. Blushing. That ought to sell the bit. Never mind there was hardly anybody to sell it to on this tram. Good to get the practice in.

A whisper of breath ghosted across her cheek, and she shivered. He murmured, "We'll want to get off at the city center stop."

It probably looked like he was whispering sweet nothings. She turned her head as far as she could and murmured back, "Yeah, all right."

He kept his arm around her shoulders, or maybe she kept it there. She didn't know.

They strolled down the street, giggly and touchy, a couple of slightly drunk tourists, swaying every so often. He kept whispering in her ear, setting all her nerve endings alight like burning steel wool.

"That one," he would say, or "to your left."

She curled her fingers through his belt loops, or ran her palm over his side from time to time. She wasn't brave enough to roam anywhere else. What if he jumped away from her?

Although he swore they didn't say that, they were casing the joint, if the joint in this case was a maze of government buildings

He paused at one point, tugging her out of the flow of traffic, and leaned up against a wall, pulling her close. His arms looped around her waist.

She tilted into him and slid her arms up around his neck, smiling lazily up into his face. His secretive eyes met hers for a moment, then dipped.

To her mouth?

He leaned closer and she lost all her breath. But he veered off to one side, tucking his nose into her hair and breathing, "Look at the building across the way."

What?

Kriff. Right. Yeah. She was here because of her expertise breaking and entering.

"Entrances?" he asked. "Layout?"

Their bit of wall was right next to a giant shop window. She shifted herself until the angle turned it into enough of a mirror that she could have a look.

She reported what she saw, her lips up against his ear. He hummed. Her stomach jumped like she'd swallowed a live frog.

"Could be something in the alley," she finished.

"Let's have a look."

They rambled down the street, crossed, back up again.

As they approached the alley in question, he leaned close again. "When I give the word, we'll slip into the alley."

They ambled a few more steps, and he squeezed her shoulder.

She twisted out from under his arm like a dancer, and his eyes lit with surprise before she gave a tug to the hand she still held. She gave him a heavy-lidded smile and backed up into the alley in question.

He followed like a man who'd follow her anywhere.

The alley was shadowed from the blaze of the summer day, cool and quiet. It also smelled of pee, but other than that -

"Yeah," she said, head tipped back to survey the various arches and windows and service entrances. "This is more like it. Love a good alley. You got the recorder?"

He pulled it out. They both bent their heads over it, instinctively turning their backs to the mouth of the alley. The recorder was tiny but powerful, taking a 3-d holo of the alley and storing it away for later consideration.

"Okay," Cassian murmured. "Should be done in another moment. Do you think - "

They both heard it at the same time, the rhythmic stamp-stamp-stamp of stormtrooper boots.

Like they'd practiced it, Jyn reached out and yanked him close. At the same time, he slid the arm holding the recorder behind her and buried his face in her neck. His beard scratched pleasantly at her skin, and the whisper of his breath huffed over her pulse point.

She could feel his heart hammering against hers. She put her hand in his hair as if to hold him where he was and giggled.

"You there!"

Why was that always what they went for? Who actually said that other than total gits?

"What?" she said irritably, twisting her head toward the 'troopers on the street.

"What are you doing in there?"

"What does it look like?" Against her hip, the recorder buzzed silently. Cassian slid his hand around her hip and down over the curve of her ass, and she almost forgot her own name until she realized it was done with the holo and he was tucking it into her back pocket. He tugged her jacket down to hide it and lifted his hand, unfortunately, to the small of her back.

"Get out of there," said the head trooper.

"We just wanted a little privacy," Cassian put in, grumbling as he lifted his head "Since when is that a crime?"

They cocked their blasters.

"Okay!" Jyn said. "Fine! Didn't know being on our honeymoon was going to be such an incident."

"Come on, baby," Cassian said, taking her hand in his and pulling her away from the wall. "Let's go see if the hotel is ready for us."

"You requested the room with the vibrating bed, right?"

"Would I ask for anything else?"

They kept it up, flirting and giggling, until they'd passed through the two stormtroopers and went down the street and around the corner.

After a couple more locations, none with a stormtrooper interruption, they got back on the tram. In the process of paying their fare back to the spaceport, he slipped his arm off her shoulders.

She sat next to him, thinking, he switched it off like a light. Of course he did.

The tram lurched and it caught her unawares, flinging her into Cassian's side. He caught her and held her steady until the ride leveled out again. "Okay?" he said.

"Mmm."

He seemed to realize that both his arms were around her, and let her go, muttering, "sorry," and turning to look out the window again.

She stared at his ear and what she could see of his cheek. Was he blushing?

She bided her time, waited for her moment. It came on the ship where they were in hyperspace, reviewing their information and eating some cheap takeout food they'd gotten in the city.

He shut down the holo recorder. "Should be easy enough."

“Yeah. I don't foresee any problems."

He balled up the wrappers from the food. "You done?" he asked, reaching for hers.

"Yeah. You’ve got something,” she said, lifting her hand. “Just - here -“ And she swiped her thumb over the corner of his mouth.

His lips parted at her touch, his breath whispering over her thumb. And his eyes -

She felt herself falling into his eyes for the brief moment he was caught unawares. No secrets, no lies, no subterfuge. Just - wanting.

Then he blinked and looked away, lifting his hand to his lips and wiping them. "Got it?"

"Mmm," she said.

There'd been nothing on his mouth. She'd wanted to see his reaction.

He got up and put the wrappers in the recycler. She slid out of the booth after him, stalking him like an assassin.

When he turned, she was directly behind him. His brow furrowed. "Jyn - "

She put her hands to his sides, head tipped up to look at him, watching for signs of aversion. "We were pretty good," she said casually. "At pretending to date."

"Yeah," he said, looking down puzzled at her. But there was heat sparking behind the confusion.

"Except we didn't kiss." Her heart was thudding in her throat. If she'd got this wrong -

"Well. No." He could have knocked her aside with one blow. Could have slid out of her grasp with a sidestep. He did neither.

"That's the kind of thing people on a date do, isn't it?"

"So I'm told."

"Mmmm." She slid her hands up his front, over his chest, cupped his neck. "Want me to stop?" she whispered.

"No," he said, and she pressed her lips to his.

His mouth opened against hers almost immediately, heat and desire. So much there, and all for her. No audience here. Nobody to fool. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up closer to him.

He took her by the waist, lifted her up, and set her on the counter so her head was slightly above his, stepping in between her legs, all without breaking the kiss. She was impressed. Or maybe she was impressed with how he was using his tongue - or the heat of his hands against her skin - or -

Well, there were a lot of things to be impressed with.

When they had to breathe, she ran her thumbs over his cheekbones. "Slipped up, Mr. Spy Man," she said softly.

His head tipped back. His eyelids drooped. His eyes sparked behind them. "Did I?"

"Now I know your secret."

"Which one?"

"You want me."

He leaned in and ran his nose up the cords of her throat, which sent shivers down her spine. "It's hardly a secret," he mumbled against her neck. "I sometimes felt like anyone looking at me, looking at you, could know."

"Well, it was to me. But I've caught you out."

He tipped his head back again. "Oh, no," he said. His eyes were laughing. "A fate worse than death for a spy."

"Terrible," she agreed solemnly. "Dreadful."

He ran his hands up her sides, then down, hands cupping her hips. "What are you going to do with me? Now that you have me."

She put her fingers in his hair and used them to hold him steady as she leaned down to him again. "What do you think?"

FINIS

#Jyn Erso #Cassian Andor #rebelcaptain #mosylufanfic lives up to her damn name #NaNo stories #fake dating #star wars

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oreoambitions · 6 months

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I think my favorite thing about writing fanfiction in the arrowverse is that at this point you can pretty much just make stuff up and nobody can stop you

Spinal fluid drinking alien whose paralytic saliva causes seizures and ultimately death? Are you gonna tell me that makes LESS sense than Crisis? No, I didn't think so

#oreo does nano #I wanted to add Felicity to this story but had the weird whipash realization that Green Arrow kept happening after I stopped watching #and I'm pretty sure she's not around these days #Oliver uh definitely isn't #my bad

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puppyeared · 3 days

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crumbs of a story im writing

clumsy rookie news photographer chasing after a gentleman thief to start an advice column ^_^

the thiefs legit job as a librarian doesnt pay enough to cover his rent (not enough public funding?), so he steals from rich politicians.

he kind of sees it as "hitting two birds with one stone," since the politicans are more interested in infrastructure than public funding anyway, and they have more than enough money so he doesn't feel bad doing it

since its done out of necessity, the thief is extremely meticulous and plans out his thefts. but hes also a theatre kid, so he makes a costume and more or less garners the attention of the community

the rookie is a newspaper photographer who has been following the thief for some time and has grown to admire him

the newspaper he works for is community oriented (organizing events and programs, advocating for the public) and believes the thief shares similar values

basically he proposes to start an advice column with the thief to build a rapport with the community, with the goal of winning over the public

the thief is hesitant because he's really only doing it for himself and doesnt want to get anyone else involved, but the rookie tells him to think of it as a way of helping everyone

the rest is kinda fuzzy.. i wanted to touch on community effort and public interests. I don't know if this will be the kind of story that encourages people to take action, I don't see myself as being any kind of model citizen. for now I'm just focused on pouring all my thoughts and faith in humanity into a story setting

#and im thinking of adding this to my omnibus.. so maybe it also takes place in the same setting as House Of Cards #idk WHY im putting all my stories in an omnibus.. i think its because it feels like a nichijou situation to me lol #with all sorts of wacky stuff happening in a seemingly ordinary setting? and i dont wanna explain anything like why they have #animal ears or why some look like crocodiles in suits. its just like that for fun. like how Nano is a robot built by a 6 year old #i dont have a lot of confidence writing stories with broad themes especially ones that overlap with social justice. i prefer to sit and #listen..?? but also im in the toronto area and im so fucking frustrated with how the city council handles everything #not to mention doug ford especially with the ontario place thing and trying to lead everything into private healthcare #so this is more of a personal story for myself than anything. i just wanna make something so i can look at it like yeah its a pipe #dream but its MY pipe dream. with CATBOYS #yapping #writing #oc #my ocs #oc lore

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