#mara writes

[maramontwrites]

It's such an amazing feeling when someone picks up on something in your writing that you 100% intended but didn't think people would notice. Like, YES!! My writing properly conveyed the thing it was supposed to!!! You are so awesome for noticing that!!! I am so awesome for writing that!!! I feel so good about my story now!!!!

[marassong]

momcon concept (momconcept? momcept?): mom gets out of an abusive marriage and has no place to go but to move in with her semi-estranged daughter. they slowly begin to mend fences and grow closer, learn about each other as adult peers, share a bottle of wine, etc. turns out daughter makes her living writing 'romance novels'.

as she recovers from the emotional shambles of her divorce, mom inadvertently discovers that her daughter actually writes incest smut. specifically, mother/daughter smut. she's shocked, and appalled, and some other emotion she doesn't want to examine too closely. she agonizes over it for days. meanwhile her daughter is slowly opening up to her about herself and everything that's happened to her in the years they were basically no contact. daughter is oblivious to her mom's internal crisis. she's way too embarrassed to admit the truth. of course she doesn't like her mom that way, it's just a kink, but she doesn't want to have to discuss it, y'know?

mom eventually decides to read it. just once, right? rip off the band-aid, stare into the sun, then you can shut pandora's box forever. she makes a new email account. signs up to patreon with it. subscribes to her daughter's patreon, at the highest tier, of course. she still wants to support her.

she scrolls over the recent posts and freezes. looks like she started a new story recently, in which a divorced mom moves in with her daughter. her heart taps out a staccato rhythm in her chest. multiple mental impulses collide and fight a duel to the death in her frontal lobe, with the eventual victor reaching for the download button. uneasy curiosity drives her forward.

...it's good. it's really good! she didn't expect to be enchanted by the characters, and almost without thinking about it, she keeps reading, pulled from paragraph to paragraph by the charm of the prose. when the first incestuous implications appear, she's shocked back to reality, or something like it. but she keeps reading.

the implications become overt, the subtext becomes text. she keeps reading. the young butch daughter presses her mother against the wall. she keeps reading. the daughter sinks her teeth into her mom's shoulder and runs her hand up her inner thigh-

she lies awake late into the night. trying to ignore the tingling between her legs. trying not to picture those scenes again. trying not to think about the fact that her daughter's lesbian incest smut made her wetter than her husband ever did. trying not to reach down and touch herself.

she can't meet her daughter's eyes over breakfast the next morning.

[mara-existing]

Please

Collar me and pull my leash

I want to feel your authority around my throat

[atropinenightshade]

GUESS THE CHARACTER AND FIC (WIP EDITION)

"There's no need to be sour, merely because I happened to outdo you in hostility and coldness. Particularly the latter. I do hope you won't catch something because I have to admit, I'm rather sick of visiting you." and: "Black isn't my only color, you silly creature! Only black! Why, I'm not that trite, you know." He flashed him an arch smile, amused more than offended.

If someone guesses correctly or close, I'll have something in store!

[bitchbreakergoddess]

Stuffing your cock so deep in a subs holes that it starts choking on air even though you haven't even touched their mouth yet. It's addicting watching their eyes roll back as they can hardly even make any sounds except for the choked out moans and trying to grip you desperately, as if you're the only anchor left on this world

[nightquotes]

It's such an amazing feeling when someone picks up on something in your writing that you 100% intended but didn't think people would notice. Like, YES!! My writing properly conveyed the thing it was supposed to!!! You are so awesome for noticing that!!! I am so awesome for writing that!!! I feel so good about my story now!!!!

[maraswritingcorner]

Double AU:What if those twins had survived??

I may publish this on my public blog eventually but it will be private for now.

I don't think they would have a HUGE age difference from Sophos. Perhaps 1 and 1/2- 2 years at best.

If Rafal died when they were already about a year old and Sophos was almost about to be born, one of the twins (both girls), Serafina Sophie Mistral (since the parents wanted their first child to be named for Sophie) would have actually been happier. I suppose Rhian taking the throne would be harder because everyone knows about the princesses.

But the reason why I say this is I suppose of Serafina was alive and Rafal was alive, she wouldn't really get along with him. Now, it wouldn't be the exact thing with Sophos and his mother. Maybe worse. Or same degree of bad.

Leila, her sister, would have a good relationship with both parents. She doesn't care at all about the throne though she and Serafina are supposed to co rule. She is also more close to Sophos than Sera is, who sees him as an interference to their sibling bond (sometimes) and a spoiled brat.

Leila and Serafina are both introverted but Leila has less issues connecting with people than her twin. Serafina is actually rather shy and awkward.

Also, there is no twin angst between them, not even with love. Sera has this guy she was with that her sister liked but she ended the relationship because she had no interest in him. Sera ends up with another girl she really clicked with and her ex actually connects with Leila. (Now Rafal may not really trust the girl she's with but Sera doesn't really ask for his opinion so--)

If there are any questions, ask. I just had this idea recently skeksks

[cyberfeather]

After the horrors of Umbara, Rex needs comfort. Usually, he would go to Cody when things get too harsh even for him, but his brother is still mourning the men he lost in the battle; most of them killed by Rex and the 501st. Even if he was deceived by Krell, the captain can’t face Cody, not after what he’s done.

He considers asking Bly or Wolffe for help, but they have both been sent out on missions, so that’s out of the picture, which leaves him with only one option. So once the 501st is back on Coruscant, Rex seeks out Fox.

He can tell the commander of the Guard is surprised to see him, even from behind his helmet. The war has put a strain between the vode on the front lines and those stationed on Coruscant, after all. And as much as he regrets it, Rex didn’t have much time to visit Fox often in between missions.

“Ori’vod…” He starts, but his voice breaks before he can add anything else.

Rex hates how he sounds like a frightened shiny just straight out of Kamino, how this proves just how bad Umbara affected him. However, the moment he hears him, Fox’s behavior changes immediately. He puts down his datapad, his whole attention now centered on Rex. His batchmate leads him to his private quarters so the whole Guard won’t be listening in on them. Once there, Fox removes his helmet and asks him in the softest of tones:

“What’s wrong, vod’ika?”

And Rex starts telling him. He speaks of what he’s been forced to do by Krell and how he hates himself for it, of all the soldiers he lost, of how powerless he felt under the orders of the rogue Jedi. He starts crying and shaking, but he can allow it, since Fox is the only one here to witness it.

His ori’vod is quick to pull him into a hug. He strokes his back in reassuring motions and lets Rex cling to him. In front of his troops, the captain always has to be strong, but here, with his batchmate, Rex knows he’s allowed to break, because Fox will be here to pick up the broken pieces.

“It’s okay, Rex’ika, just let it all out. I’ve got you.” Fox whispers.

And it’s what Rex does. He doesn’t hold back his tears, doesn’t hold back anything. He confesses how he feels like he’s failed Dogma, how it hurt to have Hardcase sacrifice himself so the 501st could survive, how some part of him broke when Waxer died in his arms. Fox doesn’t say much, but he holds him tight, and it’s what the captain needs at the moment.

It’s only once Rex has calmed down and his tears have started to dry out that his ori’vod starts talking. He offers to integrate Dogma into the Guard so he won’t have to be decommissioned, and Rex can’t thank his ori’vod enough for taking that weight off his shoulders. However, he is not ready for what comes next.

His eyes grow wide in confusion when Fox starts giving him advice on how he should act if he ever gets an abusive superior again. On how to minimize losses even when being given unfair orders. On how to forge documentation to protect his troops. On how to cope when being forced to kill other vode. All the examples Fox gives him are way too precise to be only theoretical.

Rex doesn’t want to acknowledge the truth that’s slowly being laid out in front of him, but only a fool would ignore the dark circles under Fox’s eyes, the hair greying at his temples or the hollowness of his stare. He quickly puts his own problems aside, suddenly certain that his ori’vod needs more help than him.

It doesn’t take much digging to discover some of the horrible treatments the Coruscant Guards are subjected to. Even worse, Fox talks of it as if it’s nothing but ordinary. It turns Rex’s stomach. Krell was supposed to be an exception, just a lone traitor, so to discover that his Coruscant brothers are all exposed to the same kind of cruelty on a daily basis… It breaks his heart.

He’ll have to tell Cody, Bly and Wolffe. General Skywalker and General Kenobi, too. They’ll help, he’s sure of it. Despite everything that happened, Rex stays persuaded that their friendship towards him and his vode isn’t faked. The more Fox talks, the more his faith in the Republic wavers, but not the one he puts in his Jedi.

There were many men Rex couldn’t protect on Umbara, but he can still save Fox and his brothers. And he will.