#aeremaee

[meg-moira]

Thank you for writing Eindred and the Witch, both stories were so very lovely and exactly what I needed; my heart feels so full <3

❤️❤️❤️❤️

[robininthelabyrinth]

Maybe you already talked about it and I missed it, but I wanted to ask if you are enjoying your new job

I am, thank you! It’s pretty busy right now, especially since everything takes like 5x the time it probably should because I’m still figuring out how everything works (there’s a whole new tech system I need to adjust for, and then all the unspoken ‘way things work’, and all the new people I have to meet..!)

But thus far I haven’t had to work on weekends, which is just about all I wanted in life :)

[theoldguardevents]

Hi there! Will there be a minimum word count required for the first author check-in in September? Thank you!

No. You just need to have a summary, expected rating, and any expected content warnings.

Also: Sorry, it took so long for you to receive a reply. The mod started their second year of college and didn’t have time to check their inbox till today.

[kedreeva]

I just received an email cancelling my preorder of your book because the publisher is closing. I'm very sorry, that really sucks :( I hope you find a new home for your book soon, and please let us know when you do so we can order it again, because I think it sounds awesome! Love, Aere

Well, that’s good to know they’re going through the announcements now.

Since the rights to my work returned to me a few days ago, and the editing etc was already basically done (I still have a few small tweaks I was supposed to do before publication), I’ve decided that I’m just going to offer it up for purchase myself instead of seeking a publishing company. It was only going to be a digital publication anyway, so currently I am setting up to commission one of my absolute favorite artists for cover art I’ll like better than the one the publisher was using, getting the last bits tweaked right, and then I will make an announcement that it’s available! And since I’m not responsible to anyone else, I can post better preview content when it’s closer :)

I appreciate the comfort, though 💜 it was a bit disappointing to hear a few days ago but ultimately it is much less stressful this way, so I think it's better.

[everythingsnowells]

Thanks for organising another snowwells week this year! I was wondering if there was a list with all the ship names because I'm having trouble keeping them all straight. Thanks in advance!

hey! you’re very welcome! and yes, I can help with that! 

so we’ve got - 

1. SnowHarry - Earth-2 Harrison Wells & Caitlin Snow

2. FrostWells - Killer Frost & Harrison Wells or HR Wells or Harry Wells

(It can be either Earth-2 Killer Frost or Earth-1, you’d have to specify)

3. ReverseSnow - Eobard Thawne/Reverse Flash/Harrison Wells & Caitlin Snow

4. ReverseFrost - Reverse Flash & Killer Frost

5. HR Wells & Caitlin

6. SnowWells - Earth-1 Harrison Wells (not Eobard Thawne) & Caitlin

7. Cavanabaker Friendship - Tom & Danielle

8. Also, if you want to use Earth-3 Caitlin or Earth-19 or Earth-17 or another multiverse version and pair her with any Harrison then SnowWells works for them too as long as you mention which Earth they’re from!

I know it’s a bit confusing but I hope this helps a little?

[jedifest]

Blind Faith (phase two) - callsign #025

It became a very confusing new part of their routine almost immediately. Confusing, because it was absolutely infuriating but also strangely flattering and it wasn’t like Baze had ever really been able to control Chirrut – let alone refuse him.

At least it meant he could keep a close eye on his friend at all times.

It became second nature: be constantly ready to save Chirrut from himself and from everyone else who might get it into their heads that the world should not be invariably kind to the person who had become the most important part of Baze’s world. What they had guarded was gone. The Jedi were gone. Baze had lost faith in the Force somewhere along the way, but losing faith in Chirrut, walking away from him like he sometimes felt the need to run from the place where all this wasted history lay decaying, was inconceivable. Even if the Force had failed them, had failed Chirrut, Baze would never.

The more rational part of him knew there was no use feeling guilt every time he looked into Chirrut’s eyes and no longer saw any of the emotions there that used to be so clear to read. It’s not his fault. He’s not responsible. He wasn’t there to keep Chirrut safe but there’s no guarantee that even if he had been he would have been in the right place at the right time to prevent the attack that blinded him. He keeps telling himself this. He repeats it every time he looks at Chirrut expecting to see love, fondness, humour, anger, lust. It’s still written all over his face because Chirrut could not be subtle if his life depended on it, but his eyes remained clouded and unfocused. He would never again be the subject of Chirrut’s intense gaze and feel like he was worth the universe. He tells himself he shouldn’t feel guilty.

It doesn’t help.

So Chirrut would leap into any situation that could possibly be leapt into, and Baze would shake his head and roll his eyes and gripe and complain with every breath he could spare and follow him right in.

He had to relearn Chirrut’s body, relearn how to use his own body around him, which cues to give and which to follow, adapt to a reality that was wholly new and not unfamiliar, until they flowed together as well as they ever had before, both on and off the battlefield.

The Temple of the Kyber may lay desolate and the Imperials may be carting the crystal off by the transportfull but they were still Guardians of the Whills no matter how much he claimed otherwise and they did whatever they could to help the people who remained. He had enough contacts from his work for the Empire to make things a little more bearable, to grease some wheels and stick spokes in others. Chirrut had a way with words and people that Baze would never have. They made little difference but they made some and that would have to do. He still planned on letting Gerrera have a piece of his mind if he ever got the chance - with his repeater cannon.

When Chirrut picked a girl out of the crowd with a kyber crystal for a necklace and then proceeded to follow her through town, he thought it would be no different from any other time Chirrut did anything that struck his fancy. When they watched her and her companion run afoul of both the Imperials and Gerrera’s men, he shook his head and thought she and Chirrut would probably get along swimmingly. Still, Chirrut leapt and Baze followed, letting him show off a little and take out the first group of Stormtroopers trying to take the girl into custody, and then making swift work of the second group himself. He couldn’t find it in him to be surprised when Gerrera’s men came to take them right after, instead feeling a bored sense of irritation set in. But when the girl claimed to be Galen Erso’s daughter, he started to get an inkling that this was not going to be just any Tuesday afternoon.

[jedifest]

Going Home (#roguerobin005)

It wasn’t any one thing that stood out to Baze. It was more that the sum of the parts added up to a picture that made him decidedly… uncomfortable. Bohdi was too skinny. He was too pale. He wore long sleeves even when it got warmer. He never spoke up in class unless asked a direct question, even though he did well in class and on his exams, and he always sort of shrank away when he thought Baze would call on him. He was always rigid and tense, unless he was flanked by Jynn, Cassian and Kay. 

They seemed an unlikely foursome, but some force of the universe seemed to have cut Bohdi a break when they had been paired with him for the class’ first group assignment and they’d banded together to protect Bohdi from whatever demons haunted his life outside of the university college.

It made Baze more sure that what he was seeing was really happening, even though there was still very little he could actually do about it.

He was listening to them with half an ear now, going on about this week’s new episodes of their favourite shows and still managing to get actual work done in between, while he graded papers and waited for Chirrut to finish work at the student administration desk.

Before long he heard the tap of Chirrut’s cane make its way down the hall and he started packing up.

“That’s it for me, kids. Pack up or move to the library.”

Under some token protest – though none from Bohdi – they started packing their bags.

“Are these rascals giving you a hard time?” Chirrut said with that smile Baze loved on his face, leaning in the doorway.

“More like the other way around,” Kay said, shoving Jynn’s bag back at her as she’s trying to foist it on him.

“Make him stop giving us so much homework,” Cassian added.

“I don’t see the rest of your class here anymore, mister Andor, so obviously it must be just you that’s suffering,” Chirrut pointed out.

“That’s hilarious because you can’t see,” Jynn deadpanned.

“I’m hilarious regardless,” Chirrut said, and she snorted. “Remember you can always stop by the student desk for a chat if you need it,” he added, and they all filed out muttering that they knew and to have a good night.

“Good evening, mister Imwe, see you tomorrow, mister Malbus,” Bohdi said.

“See you tomorrow, Bohdi,” they chorused.

Chirrut moved to stand behind Baze and kissed the top of his head. “You’re worrying again,” he said.

“Am not.”

“You have a crinkle right here,” Chirrut said, putting his fingertips to Baze’s brow, “I can tell.”

Baze exhaled deeply and let the tension drop from his shoulders. “Let’s go home, sweetheart.”

“I’m making ragu,” Chirrut said.

“You’re too good for me,” Baze replied, squeezing his hand.

“Better not let the rascals see your soft side, now, darling,” Chirrut said, and smiled as Baze grumbled under his breath all the way down to the parking garage.

It was raining cats and dogs outside and Baze was very happy that they could just drive home, rush in and enjoy a hot meal in front of the tv tonight. At least, until he rounded the corner and saw Bohdi ahead of them, already soaked through in a jacket that was far too light for the cold weather and definitely not suited for the rain.

“What’s wrong?” Chirrut asked.

“Bohdi. Walking home and catching his death.”

“Pull over, sweetheart. Time to show that soft side.“

By @aeremaee

Squadron Post can be found here!

[ariaste]

When you (and other authors) ask to leave amazon/goodreads reviews, does that mean clicking the stars or does it only count if there are actual words to the review? For future reference, seeing as I also just received a copy of your book in the mail :)

Leaving a rating is good, leaving a few words is better! :D Even if it’s just “omg loved this”