Brief Guide For Star Wars Writers

Brief Guide for Star Wars Writers

DC-15A Rifle:

Used for formal events and ceremonies, and as a sniper rifle in the field.

DC-15A Carbine:

A short rifle used in most combat situations during the early days of the Clone Wars.

DC-15S Rifle Carbine:

A stretched out version of the '15A Carbine, easier to hold and to aim. Patented in the middle of the clone wars and afterwards saw widespread distribution throughout the GAR.

DC-17 Hand Blaster:

Small pistols, typically dual-wielded, but some clones (like Commander Gree) carried only one. Versatile and lighter and better suited to small spaces than the DC-15 series weaponry, at the cost of a shorter range of fire.

Z-6 Rotary Cannon:

A Big Fucking Gun (TM), heavy and unwieldy, especially unsuited for close range. Best for large scale battles in wide open areas, such as Umbara before the jungle. Used by clone heavy gunners like Hevy and Hardcase (pictured above). Does not have a stun setting like the DC series weapons do.

Yandere Streamer + Delivery Driver Reader Blurb

"Package!"

You bang your fist against the apartment door, lock popping open after the second beat. Music floods from its cracks, leaving you curious as to how anyone heard you when another resident on this very floor couldn't hear you from their own living room. The query fades into irrelevancy as you wheel your cart closer to the opening door. The only thing that mattered was getting the job done so you could finally head home.

"Yeah?"

"Package for a uh...." You flip through your notes. "Miller?" That was definitely a new one. You've been delivering packages to this apartment complex from a local warehouse store for a few months by now to the point you almost knew everyone's name. The home owner's tired face gains an enormous grin, but not at the mention of the name. Rather, the voice behind it.

"Yeah, that's me. Sorry, thought you might've been someone else."

"I understand. From what I have here, you ordered a new surveillance camera, a gaming chair, and a set of deadbolt locks. You also requested set up for the chair. Is that correct?"

"Sounds about right. Come on in. Bedroom's to your right. Try not to take too long, I'm going live soon." You drag the cart in as Miller shuts and secures the door; chain lock clicking into place.

You park outside of the bedroom door, carrying the needed supplies inside and adding them to a plethora of boxes already situated inside. Must've just moved in, you conclude; despite all the worn posters and furniture placed around the room. The boxes were stacked in a way that they were out of general sight of a computer set up near a bolted window. Oddly enough, there was already a chair in front of it.

"New one's for my partner." Miller answers to the question you hadn't even asked, pointing at the chair. "Couples streaming seemed like a good way to welcome them home. All this other stuff is theirs too. Don't have much from their old home and I wanted to spoil them."

"When do they move in?"

"Today."

"I see.." You trail away from the conversation as you focus all your mental energy towards assembling their chair. You never got the proper training for this part of the job, but it wasn't rock science. Miller even helped you get started before they left the room, music blaring through the other corners of the house as they work on their own tasks. Three quarters of an hour down, and you've got it done. Miller had reentered the room around the time and had been working on their computer. They usher you over to bring the chair, offering you a seat for all your hard work.

"Y'know, I should be thanking you for all your hard work. You don't know how many times I've had to reschedule my order because they kept sending your coworker instead. Made no sense, but I guess you had other deliveries. It's whatever. All that's in the past now, baby."

Before you can ask what they mean, Miller puts on their headphones and presses a button on the keyboard. Your puzzled face appears on screen, blocked partially by the bill of your hat.

"Hey, guys! I'm here with my first stream with my spouse. Told you I was taken. I know I've hyped up their arrival, it just took a while to get things settled, but now they're finally home and here to stay."

Okay so basically a story where reader is a camp assistant and all the clones love them (I am writing it)

mean prince

description: yandere prince x fem reader, yandere prince x princess, arranged marriage, toxicity, angst? cheating, when I wanna write sad things I listen to sad songs, it helps me loll

You stood before your betrothed, safely locking away any emotions that would cause you to scream and run away from this awful situation.

You didn’t want to be married to him! You didn’t want to be here! You just wanted to go back home.

Why weren’t you in your own kingdom, tending to your beautiful garden and doing your princess duties like usual. Why did this scum of a kingdom have to take over yours? And why were you being married to this awful prince.

His empty cold stare only made you shiver even more in this cold full church. You were too dazed to realize he had finished his fabricated vows until your mother snapped at you from the front row of seats. You hastily said those two words of imprisonment before having to give up your first kiss along with your life.

Even the wedding night was empty and cold, he wasn’t with you. You could only wonder in the uncomfortable setting on what he could possibly be doing to not spend the first night with his wife.

You stopped caring about what he could be doing and should be doing after that night. You decided you would act like a perfect wife, one that listened and did her duties to sit and look pretty.

You would lovingly speak to him as if you weren’t just trying to make this marriage easier. You would craft him cute gifts, like a new coat or shirt! You were also taught how to work with wood so you even created him a new handle for his knife!

This was before Xavier shut down all ideas of you continuing to work with wood.

“Stop working with wood, it’s unladylike! You should stay in your room where you’re supposed to be and be a regular wife. You certainly don’t want me to go and tell my mother and father that you’re not listening, right?” His tone was condescending like he was speaking to a small child.

You knew he had power of you, and lots of it. You didn’t want your family to get in trouble so you quickly stopped and continued trying to be the best wife you could be. Even if you cried yourself to sleep every night at the thought of you having to try and please him the next day.

He did that all the time though, smacking away any type of love you tried giving to him. If it was wrapped up then he would toss it away, if it was something romantic then he would push you away, telling you that he wasn’t interested today. Nothing seemed to pique his interests.

Except for the copious amount of women he was bringing into his room almost every night. You knew it was happening but you kept quiet, he probably didn’t even want to marry you either but likely had to for the succession of his parent’s kingdom taking over your family’s.

It was annoying though, it was annoying you every night when you would see him laughing and chatting with a gorgeous woman that would enter his room where you would have to hear the moans and whimpers of before another one came the next night.

That’s where you decided none of your efforts would work to please him so why would you continue?

He wasn’t worth your time!

If he was going to cheat then so could you!

You stopped giving Xavier gifts, affection and you definitely stopped asking him to consummate the marriage. You even brought along your own men to play with when you were bored.

It was honestly freeing to finally have peace with the fact that you didn’t have to wake up bright and early, being dressed by maids with puffy and heavy dresses that were probably the most expensive you’ve ever seen. It was even better when you realized you didn’t have to talk to him anymore!

When Xavier started noticing these differences he didn’t say anything at first. He could care less that you weren’t trying anymore. Until something nagged at him. Why weren’t you doing it anymore?

Did you stop loving him? Or did you never love him in the first place?

It honestly pissed him off even more when he started realizing that you were bringing men into your room as well. He hated hearing all the noises and words that came out of your room. He shouldn’t be hearing them from a different room. He should be with you.

He tried acting like it didn’t bother him. As if it didn’t the room didn’t feel empty without seeing you across the table in your seat. Even if he wasn’t talking to you, you would speak about what you did the past day and how the garden has been going.

That was pretty much the only thing he allowed you to do that seemed “wife like” which was to tend to the garden and water the flowers. Of course, the gardener could do that but it wouldn’t be the same to see your hard work pursue onto the beautiful blooming flowers.

Now that you weren’t giving him love or any thoughtful gifts, he felt odd. He wanted you to treasure him as your strong and handsome husband. He wanted you to love him again! He had no clue he would miss your affection so much until it was finally being taken away from him.

The roles were now reversed, Xavier would gift you the richest of silk, along with beguiling jewelry, with no avail, of course. You were finally happy with how the situation was and now he wanted to fix it?

You’d wake up to a new bouquet of roses at your bedside everyday. You never threw the plant gifts away because they were still alive and it wasn’t worth killing them just because you hated your husband.

“Hello my love, how did you sleep?” Xavier perked up at you entering the dining room, earlier than usual! You must have started warming up to his presence!

“Fine..” You tried rubbing the sleepiness out of your eyes after plopping down in the dining room chair. Today the maids dressed you up in a bewitching pink dress with golden patterns running all around.

“Would you like to sit closer? It feels rather odd having you so far away” He pat the seat closest to him, needing to feel your presence.

You mumbled an okay and attempted to bring your plate with you but a servant did that for you, quickly placing it before you once you sat down.

“I missed having you so close, remember the last time we were this close?” He held your hand in his much larger ones, kissing the top of yours.

“Our wedding? That was two weeks ago” You stared at him puzzled on why he’s been so affectionate lately. Maybe he finally wants to be a good husband but what caused this sudden switch?

“Mhm, I missed your touch” He held both of your hands and intertwined his fingers with yours. He really seemed like he craved your touch right now. You just couldn’t put your finger on why.

“Is there something you needed?” You took your hands out from his grasp and he tried hiding his disappointed frown.

“No, I just wanted to see my gorgeous wife, is that so wrong of me?” His grin widened seeing how you looked this morning. Sleepy, yet so graceful.

“The same wife that you’ve been cheating on since the start of your marriage? Or is it also the same one that you ignored too?” You scoffed at him trying to attempt at being affectionate. It was out of character for someone like him.

“Well, I’m not sure why you’re mentioning that right now when you’ve done the same! Anyways though, I wanted to talk about finally consummating our marriage” His popping vein on his forehead signaled his anger at the topic of you cheating as well but you didn’t notice anything other than his tone.

“Hah, you’re very humorous” You were in disbelief that now he wanted to act like the perfect husband. You got up, picking up your dress as to not wrinkle it under the sudden movement. You were definitely awake now.

“I’m being serious, what’s so funny about that?” he followed close beside you, as the two of you walked down the enormous hallways of his kingdom.

“Now you want to do that? Noww you do” You couldn’t help but laugh in his face once he looked at you. You couldn’t believe him one bit.

He spent the entire day trying to convince you, even if you made witty remarks and obvious insults, he’d just brush them off with a kiss on your cheek or compliment. He’d do anything to try and make you trust him.

TW: self-deprecating??, harrassment, stalker, yandere struggles, (I think that’s it?)

I can’t imagine the hell that it would be of having a yandere that is 100x out of your league. Like just imagine being a normal ass joe, nothing going on in life, no big group of friends, no exciting qualities, nothing to offer ANYONE. And here comes this god like figure- waltzing or barging into your shameful life and going “I am entranced by you, so deeply and utterly enraptured that you haunt every aspect of my existence. I have killed and maimed for you… allowing me to be yours is the only thing I wish for. The only thing I desire. Please, please just allow me to bask in your presence for the rest of my life..”

I’m getting mad just thinking about it, like how would someone even respond to that!? They let themselves into your shitty apartment (with a spare key they finessed from your landlord) they have the GALL to sit on your bed after being caught shamelessly snuggling under the covers, all model like?? Telling them that you’ll call the cops so that they leave but knowing in your heart that the police would arrest YOU before they accuse someone as godly as THEM! of course this doesn’t faze them. Though the sadness on their face is evident. Somehow you get them to leave and think that will be it for forever…

Until now you can see them clearly, everywhere you go. If you go to a coffee shop they’ll arrive 2 minutes after you and just sit across from you as long as your there. Your best bet is ignoring them because if you tell a worker of this person “harassing” you then you’ll just get a “really bitch??” Look and told to not disturb THEM! They even walk right next to you on the sidewalk, other people simply stopping to stare at their beauty and aura while you just grit your teeth and try to walk faster. Some brave ones stop them to ask for their number or if their single, only for them to wrap an arm around your own and tell them that their dating you. They are OBVIOUSLY with YOU. So why the FUCK is this trash asking dumb questions?? It gives you second hand embarrassment and your self esteem goes in the shitter when others just give that disbelief look and reluctantly leave it at that. If you try and buy anything they will just whip out their black card and pay for it instead nor matter your protests. If you say something like “hey don’t spend money! I can buy my own things!” They look you straight in the face with zero hesitation and just go “I know you can, but I want to spend money on you. All my money is YOURS. You are still using YOUR money.” Bro at this point I’ll make them take me to the Gucci store or sum.

Someone that is the EPITOME of peak human desire. An irresistible face and body, black cards in their pockets, mansions, sports cars, high paying job and famous people for “friends”. They are what hustle culture people DREAM to be, so why would they be interested in you? Why do they act like you’re the one doing THEM a favor by just existing? Why do they look at you so lovingly when masses stare at them with the same look? Why get so jealous and overprotective when you show basic human decency to others? As if you were some Hot shot movie star!

And the worst part is, when they do creepy gross stalker shit it doesn’t even seem like they are the one being weird. If you bother entertaining them at a cafe and leave for the bathroom, you’ll most likely come back to them with your used spoon in they mouth.

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Btw no one is how I portray reader in this lil scenario. EVERYONE is exceptional and wonderful and beautiful In their own way! Just cuz u can’t see doesn’t mean others don’t either. This was more of something I wrote when I was going through it.

my favorite ship dynamic :-)