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Chasing that Happy Ever After
Hello! I am Liz. This is a Shipping blog. FedEx/USPS for lifeAsk me anything, including questions about fics.
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It was a dnd night, so I took a sketch and painted it. Apparently my brain decided today was the day to paint *really good hair* and work the way I wanted it to? *frustrated artist noises*
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Fanfic writers are like crows. If you give them treats (comments) they will bring you shiny things (fanfic)
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Okay. So for the next couple of weeks I’m going to be extremely busy and I don’t know if I’ll be able to post anything. Sorry!
But! In the meantime, here’s some fun news, I’m working on WIPs that are already in progress! So maybe your fav fic will get an update after the busy-ness is done!
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I deleted a fic 👀
But! Don’t worry!
I deleted From Coruscant to Mandalore: The Compiled Edition.
The plan is to abandon the stand alone series of fics. I will NOT delete that series though. Rather, I’ll start a new fic. And I will rewrite several of the beginning chapters. A lot of those don’t mesh with the later chapters.
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My brain will just create new WIPs against my will, it’ll just start going, I have no say in which one I work on, in fact, WIP actually stands for Writer in Peril, help
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It’s funny what inspires fic. I was looking at the Codywan tag and there was a little thing about Anakin comming and Cody accidentally answering Obi-Wan’s comm and it’s like oh there’s potential here, I like this. (Potential for a not-smut story 😜)
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They’re in a bar, restaurant, somewhere idk but anyways they kiss :)
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2015 - Here are some gifs of Donald Trump being attacked by a bald eagle named Uncle Sam, literally the least patriotic thing that can happen to an American. [video]
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So I wrote what I consider to be my darkest fic to date. I’ll post it soonish. There’ll be a lot of tags on it so be careful when you click it.
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So I was gonna post that abandoned WIP but then I read it and I’m like maybe I can do something with this. Oh and maybe I can make it angsty. Sooo that’s why there’s no WIP that’s been posted 😂
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So if I have a WIP that I don’t think I’ll finish but I like it. What would yall think if I posted it on ao3 but with a tag that it’s like an abandoned work or something?
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So I’ve written chapter four for war prize. And that sparked and idea for chapter five. And for chapter six! So let’s see how the writing goes!
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So I was going through The War Prize today and an idea sparked and now I might be able to get a 4th part out.
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Would love to know more about the WIP „Mated“
Mated.
I've written it out. And I love the premise of this story but I just haven't gotten it to the level that I want it to be at.
Here's a snippet of it though.
Irritated grunting stirred Jango from his musings. He turned onto his side and watched two of the slavers haul someone up the ramp. The teal skinned Twi’lek, the leader of the group, was watching them with a wide grin, bearing his sharp teeth.
“Where do we put ‘im?” One of the men asked.
The Twi’lek quickly scanned the cargo hold and its several cells. His gaze landed on Jango. His eyes glinted.
Jango let out a low growl and he pushed himself upright. His body was sluggish, slowly responding to his commands. They kept him drugged after his last escape attempt during which he had broken someone's nose.
“Throw him in with the alpha,” the Twi’lek snarled. He held up his blaster and leveled it at Jango. “If you make one move, I’ll kill ya. This one’s worth a fortune on Nar Shaddaa.”
Jango huffed. Even if he wanted to attack them, the drugs put him at a disadvantage. Besides, he didn’t want death. He wanted freedom. He wanted his chance for revenge.
The door to Jango’s cell opened and the slavers tossed the person inside. They slammed the door closed behind them.
“Alpha,” the Twi’lek growled. “Keep that one calm and happy. Do anything to hurt them, and you’ll wish you were back in the spice mines.”
Jango barred his alpha canines at the twi’lek.
The twi’lek huffed and the traders walked away, leaving them alone.
The figure laid prone on the dingy floor. One of their features stood out starkly in the dim cell. Their hair had a metallic gleam to it. It betrayed their ancestry: Stewjoni.
They were indeed worth a fortune. The Stewjoni rarely traveled beyond their sector. The few that Jango had met, well none of them worked in the spice mines.
He put his feet on the floor and stood, never taking his eyes off of them.
Suddenly, a sweet vanilla scent washed over him. Jango groaned under the weight of it. He recognized it immediately.
An omega.
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If you’re still playing I’d love to know more about The Conquering of the Order or Dull Reflections. Just the names sound intriguingly angsty!
I answered the Conquering of the Order in the post before this. So I'm just going to put Dull Reflections here. This story doesn't have much to it yet.
The wind on Tatooine was stirring something fierce. Obi-Wan could feel it in his bones. The very air was charged with anticipation.
He searched the horizon, lips pursed.
Off in the distance was an ominous dark line draping the land in shadow.
By his estimate, he had about an hour until the storm was upon him. He had just found the small crop of black melons. They would greatly bolster his supplies if the approaching storm was as terrible as it looked. He gathered what he could, packing it all in his speeder, keeping an eye out.
Once it was all packed away, he jumped into the front and drove towards his ramshackle hut. Despite its haggard appearance it was a sturdy place. It had withstood dozens of storms before.
As he flew through the wastes, a flicker of light caught his gaze, like metal reflecting the sun.
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The Conquering of the Order
I am so curious what the plot is for this one!
Okay, so this story is still in the note stage. So not much I can share, at least not much that I can share that isn't straight up smut.
Basically the Mandalorians launch and assault on the Jedi Temple. The Senate, bastards that they are, surrender the Jedi. So the Jedi lose.
Some of the Jedi impressed the Mandalorians, particularly those that were fighting to protect children.
So Obi-Wan is basically a war prize for the Mandalorians.
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Ooooh!! How about a little something for "Bound For All"? 👀👀👀 😏 *eyebrow wiggle* 😉 thankyou!
Putting it below
A pair of Mandalorians threw Obi-Wan to the ground in front of the Stewjoni throne. He landed with a hard oof which knocked the air out of his lungs. His hands were bound behind his back so he couldn’t even catch himself. Besides, he was still weak and disoriented as he was recovering.
For the past week, Obi-Wan had been sequestered in his quarters, enduring his presenting, which had ended late last night. Throughout the whole ordeal, the door to the presenting room was locked. Only medical personnel could open it.
Over the past couple of days, he had heard blasters firing and the blaring of the emergency alarms. At one point, delirious with fever, he wondered if he was hallucinating. During all of that, no one ever came to his room. That would only happen in dire situations. The presenting room was one of the most secure rooms in the palace.
That morning, Obi-Wan had anxiously opened the door, uncertain as to what he would find outside. Two Mandalorians were standing there, waiting. They pointed their blasters at him. One of them barked at him to put his hands behind his back. Obi-Wan complied, mind whirling, trying to grasp what must’ve happened while he had been incapacitated.
One of the Mandalorians bound his hands together and gagged him. They then dragged him from the presenting room. The only thing he had on was a pair of thin sleeping pants.
Obi-Wan glared at the armored Mandalorian sprawled on the throne.
The man’s helmet was at his feet, within easy reach. His dark curly hair was plastered to his head. His lips were curved into a smug grin.
So this was the Mand’alor, Jango Fett, the ruler of the Mandalorian Empire.
The chatter in the hall died as they watched the Mand’alor judge him.
Obi-Wan bristled under the man’s amused gaze.
Stewjon was a neutral planet. The attack was unjustified. They didn’t do anything to deserve this. They had maintained treaties between the Republic and the Mandalorian Empire.
Obi-Wan shifted on the floor and he managed to get his feet underneath him. He stood up, arms behind his back, and gave the Mand’alor his fiercest glare, promising retribution.
If he hadn’t been so indisposed he might’ve been able to do something. As it was, he had been laid up. Still, he would defend Stewjon to his last.
After a long moment of silence, the Mand’alor tossed his head back and let out a loud laugh. “Aren’t you a precious thing,” he said, voice rumbling pleasantly.
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