#jenniferjuni-per

[imsfire2]

11 and 13?

Oh no, tumblr’s doing its “Notifications?  What are those?” thing again and I only just saw this!  Can’t even remember what the meme was.  I’m So Sorry and so embarrassed! 

>scuttles off to scroll back however-many days looking for the last time I posted an ask meme< OK, I think it must have been this one:

11. Weirdest thing you’ve ever written/thought about writing/etc.?

I’m not sure I have that many really seriously weird ideas.  Perhaps because I both read and write mostly SF/fantasy/magic realism, a lot of ideas seem perfectly reasonable to me that someone who prefers strictly realistic fiction might find odd.

I remember when I started work on what became Guau-guau; a Random Dog story, thinking “K-2 as a greyhound?  That’s a bit cracky!” but of course in fanfic-land, real-world AUs and tropes like certain characters suddenly being dogs/cats/whatever, is so all normal as to be nothing to comment on.

I did make a list once of classic fairy tales I had a fancy to write as Rogue One AUs.  At the end of the list is a note saying “Some of these might end up being rather long” and the only one I’ve had a go at so far grew rapidly into By stardust and moonlight!  Anyway, I think the crackiest of the fairytales was the idea of a “Cinderella”-based story with Cassian as the Cinderella character and Imperial Jyn as the Prince Charming figure. 

I’ve also toyed several times with trying to do a “Miss Pettigrew lives for a day” AU - Art Deco, jazz music, 1930s style, madcap comedy plot with a heart of gold - called, of course, “Captain Andor lives for a day”.  If you know the film, or the book on which it’s based, you’l know that’s a fairly peculiar idea and quite a challenge.

13. Favorite fic from another author?

This is actually the most awful question to be asked!  I have so many favourites and can never manage to pick just one thing. 

Choosing at random, here are three memorably terrific rebelcaptain fics.  Just three, of the many dozens of superb Rogue One stories I’ve read.  We are blessed with so many good writers in this fandom!

Some distant memory by @jenniferjuni-per – the best Reincarnation AU I’ve yet come across; terribly sad in the middle stages but a HEA.

We’ve been here before by @angel-deux-writes – fantastic Groundhog Day/Edge of Tomorrow AU with brilliantly economical writing.

I fought the war (but the war won) by ephemera/ @incognitajones – a MSF AU; immensely powerful, romantic and sad, this will break your heart more than once but it’s a simply stunning piece of work.

Thank you for the ask and my apologies once again for the delay in replying!

[callioope]

castiellover77 replied to your post “[[MOR] OKAY so i have been very bad, because looking for new doctors...”

Sending you good vibes!!!

jenniferjuni-per replied to your post

Sending good vibes <3

Thank you ^_^ I survived! My dentist was amazing!!! So understanding and patient, and she finished 40 minutes early. I have to go back June 4 but I feel much better now. :)

[incognitajones]

Trick or treat! (Rebelcaptain please :-)

[ The latest Trick or Treat ficlet, which seems to follow on from this one. Hmm, I think it may be developing into a story…]

On Hoth, it had been easy to pretend. The heating system was feeble and unreliable, the climate was unrelenting, and the Alliance had only so many blankets to go around. Ninety percent of Echo Base had found someone—friends, squad mates, lovers—to bunk with against the cold.

Baze and Chirrut shared, of course, K-2 didn’t need organic warmth, and Bodhi had standing offers (both platonic and most definitely not) from half of the fighter pilots. That left Cassian and Jyn as the obvious pair of spares.

Cassian didn’t seem to mind. He shrugged and gave her his door code, said it was a good idea if someone beside Kay knew it anyway, just in case (in case of what, Jyn pointedly ignored). And she’d taken barefaced advantage of it.

But now Echo Base had been evacuated and its personnel hastily scrambled onto any Rebel vessel close enough to hear the call. Jyn had no excuse to invade Cassian’s space any longer. Both of them had ended up on the massive troop transport Circarpous V, where the temperature was perfectly controlled and even with the sudden doubling of the ship’s complement, everyone had a single berth.

Jyn’s was one in a stack of four. She’d started off on the bottom and hated it, traded for the top thinking that would be an improvement, and continued to hate it. It made her angry to admit, even to herself, but she knew the bunk wasn’t the issue. She’d slept fine in much rougher digs.

No, the problem was that she’d had just long enough on Hoth to get used to the comfort of Cassian’s silent presence while she slept. She’d come to rely on the luxury of waking in a bubble of shared warmth that felt oddly intimate, even though Cassian contorted himself into ridiculous positions to avoid touching her anywhere above the ankles. That wouldn’t work in these berths; they were a standard two by six, more than long enough for Jyn but so narrow that two people would be plastered much closer together…

She threw an arm over her eyes and bit the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming. This was ridiculous. If she wasn’t going to sleep, she might as well get up and do something useful.

[jeeno2]

Trick or treat! (Rebelcaptain pls!)

Dawn breaks cold on Fest, and with it comes a damp, inescapable sort of chill that seems to seep all the way down to Jyn’s bones no matter how many thick layers she puts on in the morning, or how long she stands by their fire at night.

But here, in the soft bed she shares with Cassian, it is always warm.

“Mm,” he mumbles against her collarbone when she moves to get up. He tightens his hold on her, and gently eases her back down to the mattress. “Where are you going?”

She turns in his arms so that she’s facing him. She blinks, trying to see. It’s still very dark. The earliest rays of sunlight are only just beginning to filter in through the thin slats covering their windows. But by now Jyn knows every contour of his face by heart, and has memorized the expansive network of fine scars covering his chest with her fingertips, lips, and tongue.

Even without the light she can see him.

“The sun’s rising.” It’s the only answer she gives him. He knows as well as she does that she cannot sleep once dawn arrives. For Jyn Erso, old habits die very hard. 

He nods against the top of her head, understanding. This is a conversation they have had nearly every morning since the war ended and everything else began. “You need to work on that, Jyn,” he says, gently, his voice still thick with sleep. “There’s nowhere you have to be right now.”

With that, he pulls her even closer. She can feel the warm, comforting heat of him through the thin cotton fabric of his sleeping clothes. The feel of his warm, strong arms around her lulls her, soothes her, just as it always does.

Jyn closes her eyes, allows herself to surrender to it.

“Okay,” she whispers in the dark. 

I’ll try, she doesn’t say.

Jyn doesn’t know what a life spent standing still will be like. Even now, six months after the war.

But for Cassian – her anchor through it all; and a man who, she suspects, is just as scared as she is  – she will try.

Trick or Treat in my ask box

[jupiter235]

jenniferjuni-per replied to your post: I need advice.  It recently became very apparent...

Ugh. I’ve been in this position more than once and it sucks balls. But yes, everyone is right, stay for as long as you can and milk what you can out of them.

Thank you. I only hope I don't have to stay much longer.

[asecretshekept]

52-54 from the writers asks

52. How did writing change you?

In the sparknotes, tl;dr version of this, writing has always let me be the person I wanted to be, and it’s been a place to escape for years. It also is a place of confidence, because I am not a technical person. The academic culture of my high school equated being smart with high performance in areas of math and science. All my friends growing up were very math and science oriented people. Even though I was an honors track student I just didn’t get math and science and I felt like there was something wrong with me. Both in school and writing for personal/fic purposes I started to see that it was something that I was good at. It’s one of those changes in perspectives where you see that just because you aren’t good at what everyone else is good at, doesn’t mean you’re not good at something else. But I think beyond that it’s changed my perspectives on a lot of things because I’ve been challenged to write on a lot of different topics. 

53. What does writing mean to you?

It’s actually really special to me because you can make writing as private or public as you would like. There’s not much else you can say that about these days. For example, I am a media student and for a job I work at a local media company, and my writing is published regularly. Anyone can pick up a paper and read it. But on the other end, sometimes I write stories for just myself, or even more I have a journal I write in when my anxiety flares. No one else has ever read any of that, I hardly ever reread it myself. It’s just a way to get a thought out without having to bother anyone about it and move on with my day.

54. Any writing advice you want to share?

Do it as much as you can. And if you think it’s not good, remember you’re probably your harshest critic. If you post fic, and someone gives you a negative comment, it’s probably because your writing isn’t suiting their taste and they need to move on. And read. Read as much as you can. I’ve learned so much from reading other published and unpublished authors. (And know there are some unpublished authors, i.e. fic writers, who write just as well if not better than some published authors)

From this Ask Game

Thanks for the ask Jen!! <3

[thenewleeland]

I follow you because you always have something insightful to say, you support fic writers in the best possible way (I treasure each and every one of your comments), you are a badass supporter of women, and you are always there with a kind word for those who need it. Also you are funny as fuck and more often than not I am laughing so hard I’m crying at something you’ve said. You are also a kickass writer and your fics have been some of my faves in this fandom.

*incoherent squealing* I feel unworthy to receive such lovely compliments.

I see comments as a humble thank you for all the great story writers there are and (besides kudos) the least one can do if he enjoyed the story. The support of women - it could be more and it should be more, the amount of misogyny that is just embedded into so many parts of life and what’s worse not even seen by so many is disgusting and I’m not lying when I say that I’m very glad to have taken over the line of work that forces me to confront it more and more. If that means having to have more angry conversations with people, well. It is far less of a hassle than what so many have to go through.

I’d like to think that I’m funny occasionally, because that is one very important trait in life, so thank you! I’ll do my best. :D

And especially thank you for the final compliment, it is always so extolling to hear and I can only say the same about your stories. :) <3

[thestarbirdfromtheashes]

I just think this fandom deserves to know that @jenniferjuni-per​ is a truly naughty influence, because she a.) tried to make me keep a super naughty line in “For Your Information” and b.) she’s trying to make me take it through the end of the movie, which means I’d have to turn it into a fix-it.

JEN. YOU STOP IT RIGHT NOW. Someone stop her! She’s dangerous!!! *runs and hides* *dives into blanket-and-pillow fort*