Cody’s new to this whole Marshal Commander idea, and he’s not even sure if he wants the title—a series of glimpses that made Cody want to be Commander and a few that didn’t.
Cody sets down his helmet with a muted thud wincing as it pierces the quiet quarters. Day one has already brought far more responsibility than he ever foresaw and he wonders if someone else should be in charge.
Summary: Eleven years after the rise of the Empire, a favor to a friend sends Obi-Wan traveling through the multiverse. He encounters different versions of the galaxy and of himself—including one in which Anakin never turned to the dark side.
Obi-Wan and this Light Anakin are forced to work together to stop the creation of a disastrous Empire weapon. But as they move through different versions of reality, the timelines become more and more twisted—and the harder it is to distinguish who they are from who they might have been.
A story that explores the relationship between Obi-Wan and Satine; the choices they made, how those affected their lives, and the reassurance they give themselves that they did the right thing.
Dust floats through the air in what light comes through the bedroom door, but it doesn’t take away from the shimmering shard in his fingers. Flipping the piece over, he marvels at the way it glitters and sparkles which in turn highlights the blackened edges.
Blaster burns, he recognizes as he fiddles with the pieces. Jango’s lips purse as he shifts the jagged edges and debates all the possibilities this could be. While he has no firm answer ‘cos it doesn’t resemble a stone or transparisteel he’s seen before, there is something about this that reminds him of a half-remembered dream. Turning the shards slightly, he continues repositioning them ever so subtly watching the light catch and colors of all sorts dance. If he doesn’t view the pieces as a flattened surface, but rather as a whole object—
Jango tries again at parenting; Rex says that baby isn’t his but Jango knows better
Summary:Legend says you choose to die because when the angel of death greets you, you fall in love and surrender your soul. Rex has never been the angel of death, though the damsel he rescues might be.
Pairing: Captain Rex x OC
Done for the Cowboy Challenge presented by @never–doubt. Not sure why I decided to add more to my plate, but here we are lol. I had too much fun with this.
Tropes: Damsel in Distress; Horse (Krayt); Horse is their best friend; (more to come)
Warnings: Fluff, Whump, Humor, bit of spice, slow burn
Puffs of white pass jaggedly through cracked, broken lips. The wind coming down from the north cuts across exposed skin like razors as boots connect with ribs. The sickening thuds are certain to add to the red-stained snow scattered all around and it’ll be minutes before she’s one more body added to the count.
Summary: Eleven years after the rise of the Empire, a favor to a friend sends Obi-Wan traveling through the multiverse. He encounters different versions of the galaxy and of himself—including one in which Anakin never turned to the dark side.
Obi-Wan and this Light Anakin are forced to work together to stop the creation of a disastrous Empire weapon. But as they move through different versions of reality, the timelines become more and more twisted—and the harder it is to distinguish who they are from who they might have been.
summary: stranded on the middle of a planet you don’t know, you decide to make the most of your sudden free time, but cody isn’t quite sure how to relax.
It seemed strange to say, but you were having a pretty good time being stranded on a random planet with no communication to the rest of the galaxy. Sure, you had no idea when you would be rescued or if anyone even noticed that your ship was missing, but there seemed to be more than enough food and water around in the nearby village, plus whatever tasteless rations and Republic credits had been stockpiled in the storage containers on the vessel. To you, this was a much needed break from the stress and terror that you faced every day, working for the GAR as a pilot while they battled the Separatists in the name of the Republic.
After saving Naboo, Obi-Wan, and Anakin are kidnapped in broad daylight by Dooku. Frustrated by the Council’s lack of response (and the old coot insisting on being called “buir”), Obi-Wan pens a few letters to Qui-Gon about the situation.
No Warnings. Crack treated serious. Hurt/Comfort. Father Figures. Dooku raised with Mandalorian beliefs
WC: 2,921
My dearest Master,
I am not certain you are aware of the fact the boy and I have been captured. We were simply minding our business when Dooku just snatches us up from Coruscant in bright daylight! Not a single person looked our way. I must say this is absolutely ridiculous and considering he’s your master—Get this! He then tells the boy and I he is our buir. As if we’re Mandalorians for Force’s sake. Apparently, at one time, a group of them married his people and adoption is rampant here on Serrano so that seemingly gives him just cause? I’m not entirely certain. I must say, he seems to be growing senile with age.
He could possibly rival Master Yoda.
Anyhow, I’ve put in a request to the Council for immediate evacuation.
In fanfiction there is a difference between being a good writer and a popular writer.
Just
because you can write a well-structured story with dynamic and consistent writing and characters doesn’t mean you will be popular. And sometimes
stories that have disorganized plots, mediocre writing, and/or OOC characters will be held up as
the greatest things to ever exist.
Just because your writing isn’t
popular doesn’t mean you are a bad writer. Don’t ever compromise who
you are, who your characters are, your plot, your writing style,
anything for the sake of readership.
There are popular writers everywhere.
But there are only so many good writers.
