Okay So I Am A Minority In The Fandom. I'm Not A Codywan Fan. Like It's Cute And Fine But Just Not My

Okay so I am a minority in the fandom. I'm not a Codywan fan. Like it's cute and fine but just not my thing...BUT... This story... The writing... The spicy... The sexy... Like... I like this very much. I love this. I am in love with this. @catsnkooks it's written so well I can see it like a movie in my head as I'm reading. 🥵🥵🥵 I love love love the dynamic between Cody and Obi in this and the two with the reader is just 👌✨ I hope you write more because I'm hooked!

a deo et rege (pt. 4)

sith!codywan x (fem) reader

summary: one night, a dark king appeared and offered me his hand, his heart, and his kingdom.

“remember this when you are queen; i moved the earth and the water for you.”

he confesses how long he’s looked for a place to worship and, oh, you put him on his knees

word count: 1.6k

rating: explicit as always

warnings: smut, 18+, unprotected sex, bathtub sex, threesome, body worship, praise kink? PIV sex, anal sex

a/n: finally your first time with imperial cody!!

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a writing guide to rivals (or enemies) to lovers + writing prompts

note: these are more rivals to lovers than anything, but you can use them for enemies to lovers as well. 

oh, you’re walking through this door? let me just ~politely~ slam the door in your face on the way out

i know we’re technically supposed to be fighting each other with swords, but you ended up on the ground and i fell on top of you, and woah… i never noticed how attractive you are until now, so let me just appreciate for a moment – wHY THE HELL DID YOU JUST SHOVE ME 

you’ve got me pinned against the wall and i’m not sure if i want to kiss you, or kill you. probably both 

‘’i know we’re, like… friends now, or whatever, but… i’d still kick your ass.’’ ‘‘like you could ever beat me.’‘ but they do, in fact, beat them.

so you’re just… not going to respect my take on this whole thing and go against everything i just said? that’s fine. i’ll just do the same thing and – oh, you didn’t like that? okay. O K A Y . and obviously, they’re doing it out of spite 

character A says ‘‘i’m going to kill you.’‘ and character B takes a step close, they’re so close now, if character B bends their head, they’d be kissing, and character B’s intensely staring into character A’s eyes, and character A’s like… shit . THIS DID NOT GO AS PLANNED ABORT MISSION ABORT ABORT ABOR —– 

OH NO – my love interest has said that they don’t care if anything happens to me, but now i’m about to die, and they’re risking their own life by running into a burning building to save me!!!!! also, did they just scream my name before bursting into the building??? god why do they sound so,,, worried???? 

okay, so… did we… did we just hug… dude. let, let go of me. let’s just. let’s just pretend this didn’t happen. *cough* i’m going to walk away now. okay. BYE 

‘‘is that a smile?’‘ ‘‘if you tell anyone about this, i swear to god, i’ll kill you.’’ 

so somebody ends up on somebody’s lap and holy shit maybe the tension is… unbearable 

when they share an intimate moment, or maybe even a kiss, and they’re both so confused by it, they completely derail. like, they just… stop working. because what the HELL just happened and then they just stare  at each other and nobody says a word until one of them turns around and SPRINTS out of the room 

‘‘go ahead, do it. if you’re so convinced you’ll kill me, do it.’‘ faster than a bullet, character A grabs a knife, handing it over to character B, who, of course, despite having spent the last couple of months claiming they would kill their love interest, and leave them for dead, can’t bring themselves to grab the knife, and actually do it

you ever just get so annoyed by a person, and what they have to say, that you snatch hold of knife and throw it into the wall behind them with all of your strength yeah me neither but maybe this fictional couple would

using seduction to try and throw each other off balance, usually by taking their clothes off in front of the other person, and it’s working

you just took a friend of mine hostage, and your crew’s been torturing them… i just found out about it, and i’m so disappointed, and there’s tears in my eyes, and the other character’s like, holy hell it fucking hurts seeing you like that… and knowing that my crew did that, that i did that to you… that i’m responsible… 

when character A is really sad, and just… out of nowhere, wraps themselves into character B’s arms and starts crying… and character B’s just like… what the hell…? we hate each other? but ok i’ll let it slide this time

there’s only one bed, but this time they’re arguing over who has to sleep on the floor, in which nobody agrees to do, so they end up in the same bed, incredibly annoyed that they have to share their space (it’s not like friends to lovers, in which they both awkwardly get into bed and laughs it off. this is straight up just. i will set this bed on fire if you don’t stay over on your side)

do these two do anything other than be at each other’s throats. like. can they hold oNE conversation without arguing over something

so you’re just. you’re just going to chain me up against this tree. okay. that’s fine. that’s totally fine. i’m fine. 

when one of them realizes that they’ve gone too far, and they show up at their love interest’s door to apologize, but the following conversation happens; ‘‘why are you here?’‘ ‘‘i’m here because i want to apologize.’‘ ‘‘well, i don’t want you here, so go away.’’ followed by the character getting the door slammed in their face.

THE FIRST KISS – and total denial after it happened, and they’re convincing themselves that there’s nothing going on between them… and they pull away from the kiss, and look at each other, and they’re just like… yeah. just realized i’m head over heels in love with this person but if i speak i will die

when they’re having a moment, and one of the characters says ‘’you hate me.’’ and the other character replies with ‘’maybe i don’t hate you entirely’’

when character A’s crew has taken character B hostage, and character A finds out they’re to be executed, and suddenly it’s this race against the clock to try and save character B’s life, while also trying to not reveal to their crew that they’re head over heels in love with the enemy

it’s not enemies to lovers if the characters hasn’t tried to kill each other at least once, or betrayed each other, or put a friend or a loved one of the other person in danger 

literally, how much do i have to stress this, enemies to lovers, they’ve got to raise hell in each other’s lives, enemies to lovers is not about sitting around a campfire and singing kumbaya, enemies to lovers means i’m covered in blood, and if you’re not careful, it’s soon be yours

and rivals to lovers is, you’re covered in blood, but since you’re here, i’ll help you clean it up, but if you get blood on my carpet, you better run 

IF THERE WAS EVER A TIME TO SLOW BURN, IT’S RIVALS OR TO LOVERS. IT’S ALL!!!!! ABOUT!!!!! THE YEArning!!!!!! THESE ASSHOLES ARE FILLED WITH TOO MUCH PRIDE TO ADMIT THEY’RE IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER!!!!!!

Chapter 8

Title: Tell Me That Your Soul Lies Now

Relationship: Sev/OC/Scorch

Rating: Teen

Characters: Jessa, Sev, Scorch, Walon Vau

Warnings: Mentions of past violence and betrayal.

Summary: Things are getting serious… seriously frustrating. Jessa deals with nightmares, Walon deals with not being nearly as heartless as he thought, and Scorch deals with an uncomfortable situation.  As always thank you to my wonderful @crimson-dxwn​ for letting me bounces ideas off of her and for her beta'ing. Thank @fractiouskat​ for being an A+ cheerleader and thank you to @royalhandmaidens​ for the greatest banner ever!

The flow of information in and out of Tillamau had always been a trickle. Closely guarded by the ruling religious order, the priests serving the one Goddess believed in filtering the outside world to the citizens in small carefully curated doses. 

The galaxy was a vile place, see?

A Goddessless, murderous place full of heathens, see?

The Holonet was unheard of. In fact, Jessa hadn’t glimpsed her first bit of holomedia until she’d landed on Kappa Black and she’d happened upon one of the guards with a small handheld holo. The price he’d offered to allow her to watch was too steep for her to agree but the small taste had been intriguing. Tiny moving pictures brought to life in the palm of the Trandoshan’s hand, the story clear but blurred around the edges. Real and not, all at the same time.

Like what she was seeing now, rewatching the worst night of her life as if it were a commercial free holodrama.

She wills it away. Not again. Please Maker, not again.

Like a specter, a ghost hovering, she’s unable to look away. She’s unable to control what’s about to happen. She’s along for the tragic ride with hindsight’s 20/20 vision.

Jessa sees herself, the girl she’d been and would never be again, pacing across the dark floors. Her bed, a confectionary pink with its down-stuffed pillows like tiny dollops of cream, holds court in the middle of the room, piled with luggage. Her footsteps are soft, belaying the rigid stiffness that had taken hold of the rest of her. 

As if she was truly there and not trapped in a dream, she can smell the stink of her parents’ home, drifting under her door as it burns out from under her. It stings her nose, makes her face contort and scrunch as if that alone would make it go away. It’s not just the smell that hits her though… 

There was supposed to have been a party. The guests had already begun arriving. Jessa was wearing the pretty new dress her mother had commissioned, deep green and soft velvet that best showed her off. The musicians had just begun tuning instruments when the first shouts and sounds of blaster fire had erupted. Then came the screams.

Yelling and shouting still wafted up to her, filtered through the door, interspersed with an agonizing shrill cries. There’s no reprieve. She’d tried her pillow and then her hands but nothing blocked the sounds. Was it her parents? Their guests. The help? Surely by the volume it was all three. 

Where was Ma’duo? Jessa needed her. She’d told her to lock herself in and pack a bag. Jessa - never one to question the woman who raised her - had done so dutifully and waited. Still waiting, she notes that the screams were becoming fewer and farther between. 

Jessa the voyeur remembers the false hope she’d felt. Things must be ok if it was becoming quiet again. The Goddess would protect her home and her parents because they were devout. They followed the one word and they had been rewarded for it. Had they not had a daughter? The Goddess wouldn’t choose to frown on them now.

When the knock comes she watches her former self run to the door and throw it open. How foolish and naive she’d been. She could have invited death without even a “who’s there?” 

Ma’duo trundles in under a thick cloak. She’s distracted and tense, her body taut and her ears are seemingly unable to hear the rapid fire questions Jessa throws at her. 

Watching it unfold, Jessa can’t hear the words but she remembers them. Questions about her parents and who was trying to hurt them. Was she safe? What did she need to do?

Ma’duo holds up a hand. Easy little love. She can read the plump painted lips. She can see the corners of her mouth curl up into a beatific smile.

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A visual guide to the clones of the Grand Army of the Republic, made by me.
I used this gifset by skybson and this incredibly thorough and helpful list by propheticfire as references, please check them out!
This includes clones who made screen appearances in Canon, so it does not include clones from comics, novels, or Legends. 
Tbh I was originally going to make this a gifset and then I thought why not visually categorize the entire GAR for fun so here we are!