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Aight we’re doing Riyosoka because they’re beyond underappreciated and I’m a sap, let’s go

Ahsoka was driving through the airways of Coruscant, taking her speeder underground. She’d just come back from an exhausting string of missions, and it’d been far to long since she’d seen Riyo last.

Maybe she’d spend the night, since Anakin would be out doing Force-knows what. Well, she did know what, she wasn’t oblivious, but she pretended she didn’t know.

When another Jedi said that she and Anakin were much alike, they probably didn’t realise that it was to this extent.

She arrived at the apartment building where Riyo lived. With her salary, she would be able to rent an apartment on the surface, but Riyo always said that she felt she should live under the people.

If she was right, Riyo should be home at this time. Ahsoka rode the elevator up, arrived at the right apartment, and rang the doorbell. The door opened, and Riyo was stood on the other side.

“Ahsoka” Riyo breathed. Then she opened her arms, wrapping Ahsoka in a hug. “I had no idea you’d be home already.”

Ahsoka returned the embrace, dropping her head on Riyo’s shoulder. She suddenly felt how exhausted she really was, standing in the doorway, simply breathing in the scent of her lover.

“Ahsoka?” Riyo questioned. “Are you alright?”

“Yes” Ahsoka said, releasing Riyo from the hug. “It’s just...” She sighed. “Its good to be home.”

“Come on” Riyo said. “let’s go inside.”

They sat down on the couch, ahsoka lying down on her back, with her head in Riyo’s lap. The apartment was quiet save for their breaths. “Something’s bothering you” Riyo said. “I can feel it.”

Ahsoka sighed again. “It’s just...” another long exhale. “There were so many casualties. Too many. And I feel powerless to stop it, even though I’m a Jedi. I should be able to save my troops, shouldn’t I?”

Riyo sighed, stroking her hand down her lover’s lek. “What do you need, Ahsoka?” she asked, her voice soft. “Do you want advice?” her hand drifted lower, sweeping over her neck. “Do you want me to distract you? Or something else?”

“Just... Hold me, please?” Ahsoka asked, her voice small.

“Of course” Riyo said. “Come on, let’s go to bed. I think you could use some sleep.”

Hello all! This is my first bit of writing I will be posting here! It is a little poem I wrote about love (apparently at 1:17 am haha) Here we go!

Look at the stars

Aren’t they beautiful

They remind me of you

Bright and sparkling

Beautiful and mysterious

Just like you

The stars are wonderful things

They make us long for adventure

They remind us that hope still exists

That there is good

Even when it seems like there isn’t any

Just like you

You are like the stars

You are radiant and powerful

You are bright and sparkling

You are mysterious and strong

And to that I am ever grateful

You make me very happy

You make me feel wonderful

If I had only but a fraction of your personality

I would be unstoppable

You can rule the world

For the stars carry messages to and fro

Messages of love, friendship, family

And many more

You remind me of the stars

Because I love you

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Plot Development : A Collection

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General

31 Days of Plot Development : January 2019 Writing Challenge

Resources For Plot Development

Guide To Plot Development

Tackling Subplots

Tips on Planning A Series

Plot Elements

How To Write A Good Plot Twist

How To Foreshadow

Character Driven vs. Plot Driven Stories

Plot Structure

How To Engage The Reader

Pacing Appropriately

Tips on Introducing Backstory

Tips on Writing Flashbacks

Tips on Writing Time Skips

Foreshadowing The Villain 

Too Much Symbolism? Too Much Foreshadowing?

Outlining

Novel Planning 101

Coming Up With Scene Ideas

Planning A Scene

When To Stop Planning

 How To Outline Outside Chapter Structure

Tips on Mapping Out A Series

Outlining By Chapter

How To Outline Effectively

How To Write A Story Timeline

 Coming Up With “Original” Ideas

Guide to Episodic Plot Structure

Theme

Commentary on Social Issues In Writing

On Writing About Sensitive Topics

Avoiding The Romanticization of Mental Illness

Writing Stories About Your Own Experiences

Writing Meaningful Stories

Tips on Writing Grief

Ultimate Guide To Symbolism

Multiple themes in a story

Execution

Things A Reader Needs From A Story

How To Turn A Good Idea Into A Good Story

Building Upon A Good Premise

Developing Complicated Plots Around Characters

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Muahahaha I did something

Please dearest, remember this day as the day you crashed and burned and I rose through the flames triumphantly like a Phoenix rising from its ashes

You burn and I rise, do you now see how it feels, my dear? Do you see how it feels to be the one below the rest? Do you see? Or are you still so blinded by the ignorance you call intelligence?

I will continue to rise. I will not be hindered by your foolish games. Call to me, beg me to help you. But you, darling, you have done your deed, and now I will do mine.

Because even empires must fall. And where one is gone, another will rise to take its place. Rome may not have fallen in a day, but once it fell it was like a letter in flames. Gone, just a distant memory of what was. And soon, my love, that is all you will be. A whisper of tragedy, a cautionary tale.

Remember this day, as the day the mighty empire fell and the Phoenix rose from the remnants. Remember.