#and talking about writing... I have a screenplay to finish!! And threads to reply to!! aahhh

[osaumu]

knowing your partner well can potentially make writing together a lot easier. repost, do not reblog.

name. sage

pronouns. they/them

preference of communication. discord! always available for mutuals!

name of muse(s). most prominent at the moment are dazai + geto!

best experience. hmm, i've made a lot of friends through writing! starting off on twitter in like, 2012 i met my best friend of 8 years, moving onto this hellscape (affectionate) i've met similarly lifelong friends and my partner ♡ ! writing has always been something i enjoy and i majored (that's not really a thing in the uk but it was a focus of the degree i never finished lmao, but i did get a diploma!) in screenwriting, so the aspects of rp are similar to that in a way, i think of it less like writing a novel and more like writing a screenplay. in my writing i'm huuuge on scene-setting and meanings behind things and always have a huge focus on what characters are doing that i often forget they need to speak and not gaze at each other ...

rp community pet peeves/dealbreakers. someone said negative comparisons where duplicate muses are concerned and i agree, as someone who has always been duplicate friendly it's so sad when people pit themselves against others for the sake of a few harsh words. this has become slightly less common though! and as such i'm glad my little community that i've built here doesn't have anyone like that hanging around! i also don't like pressure, drama ... the usual stuff that tends to be annoying where any rpc community is concerned.

muse preferences. yikes uhhh ... the ones that are typically seen as one - sided? morally ambiguous or grey? typically seen to have that "all for one" attitude but really it's "one for all"? i tend to take on characters that represent melancholy more often than not and i'm not sure what that says about me as a person but ... mhhhm. biggest muse focuses for me are when i can really dig emotional wells within them and pick them and their stories apart. i like nuance, but i don't tend to write many villainous characters, at least not those that are evil to their cores. i commonly write those that have something to fight for i guess?

plots or prompts. both! i utilise prompts to turn them into threads unless i just want the opportunity to go offfff on some character introspection using the prompt as the basis.

long or short replies. i tend to match whatever anyone throws at me, but i also don't know when to stfu. sorry for who i am as a person.

best time to write. uhhhh ... all the time? that's maybe a lie considering i'm always posting about not writing but honestly whenever the inspiration hits BUUUUUTTT i'm always always always available to talk people's ears off.

are you like your muses? considering i pick the melancholy boy/girl failures, yeah?? but my moral compass points towards good so :p

[the-last-of-the-hellhounds]

Finals are finally over, so over this next weekend I’ll try to be a little more active in here :)

[moldisgoodforyou]

the screenplay

hello i am splitting these up tried to put them together but wasn't working

one scene wonder !!

wordcount: 2k short n sweet

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Sophie had been begging for months now to see the project Rafe had been working on for one of his classes, especially with how often he added to it. He was constantly jotting down notes in his phone when he thought of something to add - at dinner, when they were hanging out, or the second he’d wake up. He’d always shift to the side whenever she tried to peer over and see the screen, nudging her aside.

All she knew was that it was for his screenwriting class in his minor that he took in the spring, and she swore she’d never seen him so invested in school before. He kept editing it after the class finished, working on it a little throughout the summer, but finished it before he went out to see Sophie in Spain.

When they were back to school in mid-August, she’d mainly forgotten about it - until the end of the month, when he strolled into her room and dropped a bound stack of papers on her desk.

She glanced up from her planner, confused. “Hello to you too, Rafe Cameron. Did I know you were coming over?”

“No, I invited myself. It’s done.”

“It?” She picked up the papers and read the first page. It read “UNTITLED,” BY RAFE CAMERON. Once she realized, she lit up, grinning at him. “Is this what I think it is?”

He flopped onto her bed and locked his fingers behind his head, glancing over with a grin. “Dunno, what do you think it is?”

“Your screenplay? Can I read it?”

“Yeah. Go ahead. It’s only twenty minutes or so, just a short film, so don’t expect too much, but.” He shrugged. “You can read it.”

She beamed and moved to the bed to read, facing the opposite of him. As she read, he was buzzing with nervous anticipation, trying to look over when she laughed or grinned at the page, or when she bit her lip - she’d just nudge him away to finish it. When she finished, setting the papers down, she raised her eyebrows at him.

“Do you like it? Is it okay?” He asked eagerly.

Sophie beamed, nodding slowly. “It’s familiar.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed at being caught. “Is it?”

“I mean -” She laughed, running her finger over the main girl’s name, Sloane. “If you were trying to be more subtle, you probably wouldn’t have used my middle name here. Where’d the guy’s name come from?” She cocked her head curiously, hoping to make him blush yet again.

“Uh.” He scratched his head, giving her a sheepish smile. “My middle name’s Asher, actually.”

A grin spread across her face, slowly. “You told me you had no middle name.”

“No, you asked if I had a middle name, and I said no. I have two. Asher and Clifford. Clifford’s my mom’s maiden name.” He corrected, fishing out his driver’s license and handing it to her, with Rafe A. C. Cameron on it.

She glanced it over, then glanced back at him with a teasing smirk. “Rafe Asher Clifford Cameron. That is the most pretentious name I’ve ever heard -”

“Hey!” He nudged her shoulder. “Watch it, that’s your boyfriend you’re talking to.”

“My boyfriend, who wrote our love story into a screenplay.” She beamed as he blushed even harder. His character had confessed his crush on the girl to his friends much sooner than she began to give way, something she’d always suspected for a while, but never confronted him about it.

He tapped the bound pages again. “Did you make it to the end? You missed my favorite part.”

“Yeah, I finished reading…” She furrowed her brow and flipped back through to what she thought was the end, then one page further. There was a dedication inscribed to her in the middle of the page: “inspired by a true story. for my favorite.” She bit her bottom lip hard, tearing up a little.

“Oh. Rafe.”

“Is that okay?” He took the screenplay out of her hands, gently setting it aside, and rolled on top of her to kiss her, slow. “I know it’s kind of cheesy, and you don’t really do cheesy. But I figured you played a part in this just as much as I did, so I wanted to give you some credit.”

“It’s perfect.” She reached up and threaded her fingers through his hair, smiling as she kissed him back. “My sweet boy.”

“Keep your voice down, you’ll ruin my rep.” He joked, laughing when she scowled and bit his lip gently in retaliation. “Hey! Hey, play nice.”

“Did you get an A?” She asked, kissing him again with a little more heat behind it. “Can I keep it?”

“Not sure yet. Yeah, I bound that copy for you, it’s all yours.”

“It’s really good, Rafe. I’m serious. I know I don’t know about movies like you do, but the writing, the directions - I’m really impressed.” She complimented, loving the way he looked away out of embarrassment and blushed red. “You only started this in April or something, right?”

“Uh...yeah.” He lied, rolling off of her to look up at the ceiling when she narrowed her eyes to catch him. “Okay, fine. Um, you know that navy journal I carry around? I’ve been writing notes in there.”

“But I’ve seen you with that since last December.” She furrowed her brow, confused. “We didn’t say I love you for months after that.”

He shrugged, casting her a grin as she climbed onto him and pressed her head to his chest, snuggling close. He wrapped his arms tight around her, tracing patterns on her back lightly. “When you know, you know, I guess.”

“You sap.” She accused, poking her finger against her chest. “My character’s a bitch for the whole first quarter of the screenplay, I can’t believe you wrote that in.”

He laughed, tugging gently on the ends of her hair. “Asher argues right back, I guess it’s how you look at it. The character growth is important, though, they can’t just fall in love like that without conflict. Rule number one of storytelling.”

“Are you gonna produce it?”

“The screenplay? Nah. Well, I don’t know, my professor picks two out of the ten and then we produce them in the spring semester. He did, um, encourage me to enter it in some contest for students, so I submitted it recently, but yeah. Doubt he’ll pick it though.” He dismissed himself easily.

“Hey.” She flicked his chest. “Be more confident. I want someone really hot to play me. Like Megan Fox-caliber.”

He snorted, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, okay. I’m sure she’s in the film department’s tiny budget.”

“You have money.” She pointed out, smirking, and leaned up to kiss him.

“Not hire-Megan-Fox money. Besides, you’re hotter.” He met her lips first, shifting so his leg fell in between hers.

“We both know that’s not true, baby.” She raised her eyebrows, skeptical.

“It is true. You’re fucking gorgeous.” He kissed her again, hard, smiling against her lips. “Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. 10/10, would bang.”

“Thanks for the Yelp review.” She giggled and rolled her eyes simultaneously. “For the record, I always thought you were hot, even if you were arrogant and annoying when we were growing up.”

“I’m glad we waited, both of us.” He threaded his fingers through hers and kissed the tip of her nose. “If we had just one hate fuck and then you got over me I think I’d be so sad.”

“You wouldn’t get over me?”

“I haven’t been over you since junior year of high school, sweetheart.” He pointed out, making her blush bright red.

“What happened with Brooklyn then?” She asked point-blank, feeling bold.

He scowled, pressing his hips against hers. “Do we have to talk about her? Because I have other ideas for topics of conversation. Literally anything else.”

“We don’t have to, no. I’m just curious.”

“I dunno. Good timing, I guess. It kind of started out of convenience, knowing both our families would get along, then turned into a little more.” He shrugged, teasing his thumbs over her hip bones and along the hem of her shirt. “Longest mistake of my life.”

“Hey. You didn’t know she was going to end up that way.” Sophie frowned, then her frown gave way to a smug smirk. “It’s fine, I was sleeping around back then anyways -”

“You’ve slept with one other person, Sophie -” He started with an exasperated sigh, laughing when her jaw dropped in indignation. “Technically, your body count is just two.”

“So’s yours!” She retorted, sitting up on top of him and crossing her arms.

“No. Still four.” He corrected. “And I’d like both of ours to stay that way.”

“So that’s a no to a threesome?” She teased, punctuating her question with a roll of her hips.

“If you think I’m letting another person touch you like I get to, you’re delusional.” He scowled, gripping her hips a little tighter to keep her firmly in place. “I don’t even like other guys looking at you at the bar.”

“You’re too jealous.” She chastised with a flip of her hair. “People are gonna look at me. I’m hot. Bangable, in your words.”

“First off, I was joking, and I’m pretty sure I did not say bangable -”

“You absolutely did! Might as well have called me a slut -”

He raised his eyebrows at her teasing tone, unamused. “Why, do you want that? ‘Cause if you do you can just ask.”

“No.” She pouted, moving off of him.

“Where are you going?” He reached out for her, tugging at the hem of her shirt. “C’mere, I want to snuggle.”

She smiled, endeared by the 6’3” boy in her bed asking to cuddle. “Okay. Just that though, we have that dinner reservation soon, the one downtown.”

He grinned when she crawled back into bed. She looped her arm around his waist, spooning him, and he sighed contentedly. “I’m so excited for those fancy drinks.”

“We can make fancy drinks at home, y’know. Just buy the alcohol and we can try it.” She nudged her nose against his neck, making him flinch and wiggle away for a moment.

“Not the same. $18 cocktails in the fancy glasses just hit different.” He flipped over so he was face to face with her and rested his arm over her waist, scratching little circles on her back.

“Mm.” She closed her eyes but gave him a nod. “Are you gonna order a dumb whiskey drink again then drink half my fruity drink?”

“You like whiskey.” He protested. “We were sharing.”

“Free alcohol is free alcohol.” She replied, her voice taking on a sleepy tone. “How fancy do I have to be for this place?”

“You can just throw on a dress.” He continued to scratch her back, loving her little hums of contentment. “We can take a nap before we go. Twenty minutes. You can do eyeliner and lipstick and whatever in the car.”

“Ideal.” She murmured. “Rafe?”

“Yeah, angel?”

“I really love that screenplay. You’re very talented. I mean it.” She squinted one eye open just so she could see his blush and shy smile.

“Yeah, well. I had good inspiration. Thank you, Soph, that means a lot.” He reached out and stroked his thumb over her cheek as he reminded himself how lucky he was to be with her.

“Always my favorite.” She whispered, leaning forward to peck his lips and cuddle closer into him. “I’m gonna sleep.”

“I love you too.” He murmured back. “Sweet dreams.”

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[koltarmi]

A Truth Universally Acknowledged - Chapter 4

Read it on AO3.

Okay, so I know the last time I updated was almost three years ago, but a pandemic does weird things. This has been sitting in my files forever, so I might as well post it. Maybe more to come if I the mood for writing strikes?

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Orson Krennic.

Jyn examined the picture of the man on her laptop. His perfect corporate smile held a sinister edge to it.

‘So monsters do have names,’ she thought.

She had run directly back to the apartment after leaving the exhibition hall, sending a quick text to Bodhi that she wasn't feeling well.

She had locked herself in her room and pulled out her laptop to find anything she could about the man.

The few results that had turned up were disappointing. Jyn found articles that sung his praise as a genius inventor and businessman. There was a short blurb about his accomplishments on the Empire’ s page about executive members.

There was no mention about her parents, the lab they had worked in, or the project they had worked on. His name was never mentioned in the court case. After all, she had read it enough times to know it by heart.

Despite all of it, Jyn knew with certainty that Orson Krennic was involved with the deadly project and he had somehow escaped scot-free.

She considered filming a vlog to make sense of everything, but quickly dismissed the idea. Unexpectedly, talking about her life in the vlogs had become almost second-nature to her. She found the messy thoughts in her head seemed to finally make sense when she was in front of the camera and talking to her audience.

No wonder people liked going to therapy.

Some soft knocking on her door pulled her out of her thoughts.

Bodhi peered through the door. “Jyn, why are you sitting in the dark?”

Jyn looked around, just noticing that the sun had set some time ago. “Research?”

Bodhi squinted at her, as if narrowing his field of view would help him see through Jyn’s lies.

Jyn sighed and set aside her laptop, carefully angling it so her roommate would not see her the results of her obsessive internet search. “I’m so sorry, Bodhi. I felt this sudden nausea and I just couldn't stay in there anymore.”

He nodded. “I just want to know if you're alright.”

“Perfectly fine,” she replied. There was no reason to worry Bodhi with her newfound information. Jyn asked Bodhi how the rest of the convention was. Thankfully, he had plenty to say and the topic of Jyn’s sudden sickness was dropped.

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To Jyn's great misfortune, it appeared that Cassian Andor had become a permanent fixture in Baze’s cafe. He frequented it even without Chirrut tagging along to flirt with Baze.

“He just sits in the corner and scowls,” Jyn said to her camera which was recording her latest vlog. “He’s probably the type of person who spends hours at Starbucks writing his screenplay. I mean who wears a bowtie and a newsboy cap? The man  also once wore a god forsaken scarf in the middle of summer. ”

A small part of Jyn was aware that making fun of his fashion choices was petty. Before any feelings of regret or guilt could sink in, she would remember his callous words at the wedding. He was stuck-up, cold, and rude to everyone except Chirrut or Kay.

To Jyn, that was more than enough to justify her thoughts of him.

Her viewers, however, seemed to have a different idea.

ACxHaley721 - i know it’s kinda weird but does anyone else kinda ship jyn and cass?

              ktash - SAME

            Jess04 - mE TOO!!!!!

         kkcecex - I’m not saying enemies to lovers trope, butttttttt… ;)

    sayohwell6 - YO, JUST SEARCHED UP CASSIAN ON GOOGLE. HE’S HOT AF.

  Joan Walsh - omG what’s their ship name?

        Maria L - It’s gotta be Jyssian!

Jyn stared blankly at the comment thread. This had to have been some sort of joke. She had expressed nothing except hatred and contempt for Cassian Andor. How could these people possibly think that she could be in a romantic relationship with Cassian? She couldn’t even stand being in the same room as the man.

Jyn forced a half-hearted laugh and closed the tab, dismissing the ridiculous comments.

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After the fifth day in a row with an empty inbox, Cassian caved and called Leia.

“Are you sure there isn’t anything I can work on?” Cassian pleaded. Even the sight of the San Francisco skyline from her office couldn’t soothe his restlessness

Leia sighed. “Cassian, everything is fine down here. Need I remind you that you’re on vacation?”

Before he could even protest, Leia looked at him sharply. "You want this company to succeed?"

"Of cour-"

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes, Leia I-"

"Then wouldn't you agree that for a company to succeed it's CEO shouldn't die at the age of 29 from a stress-induced heart attack?"

Cassian kept his mouth shut.

Leia smiled. "Glad we had this talk. Why don't you go out to that coffee shop you've been visiting daily?"

Cassian blinked in surprise. "Have you been asking Kay to report on me?"

"For your own good," she replied. Leia's eyes drifted to left of her screen as she furiously began typing something out on another tab. "It is odd though..."

"What?" he asked.

"Kay says you've been visiting the shop everyday, but I know you only drink coffee when you're working overtime or on a big project."

Cassian hesitated before he said, "They have good tea."

Leia refocused her gaze on him. "It's summer."

"Iced tea," he amended.

She leaned back in her chair and hummed. "Jyn Erso is certainly an interesting name for an iced tea."

Cassian froze at the name. "How does Kay..." He drifted off mid-sentence before realizing his mistake. "Chirrut told you."

"In my defense, I didn't ask. He just told me."

Cassian sighed. It seemed his plan to dissuade Chirrut from playing matchmaker had failed.

"I would love to meet this woman who can make you so flustered. I feel like we would be great friends," Leia said with a grin.

"Except you can't do that because you have to stay in San Francisco to take care of Pemberley," Cassian said. "You and Chirrut working together to meddle in my romantic life would be a nightmare."

Leia smirked. "Oh, so you do like her in a romantic sense?"

Cassian groaned.

"So have you asked her on a date yet?"

"Of course not!" he spluttered.

Leia shook her head in disappointment. "You poor awkward soul. From Kay and Chirrut's messages, you seem to like this girl a lot, despite being unable to hold a conversation with her. Want some advice?"

"Not really."

"Just start simple. Buy her a coffee and ask about her interests. Maybe you'll find something in common."

Cassian finally looked back up at his screen. "Is Han doing well?"

The silence stretched between them before Leia said she had an important email to finish and hastily ended the video call.