#grcndmoff

[debelltio-a]

@grcndmoff​: Listen well, Director. You will not speak to my daughter with such a harsh tone. Whatever qualms you have, you take it up with me. Do you understand that, Orson?"

“ And you listen, Grand Moff. We are not on first name basis. Stay clear of my name, Will-huff and so will I with that girl of yours. As well as with the other lovers you gallant about on my station. “

[inferniangod]

@grcndmoff

A frown crosses Tarkin's face at the question, eyes focused on the man in his office.

"No, I have not. Much as I said the day we first met what you had to say was solely between you and I. Furthermore you're my charge, Ifrit. You work for me personally as my secretary, not for the Empire," A sigh and then he crosses one leg over the other before leaning back in his chair.

"You only wear the Imperial uniform because you live on a starship and it is to not draw suspicion."

   Ifrit’s look of discomfort didn’t ease but his shoulders did at least slump some. He knew that. He always did...but still...how long could Tarkin keep him safe?

 The ginger turned, pushing off the window to instead look out it and the stars that went by them. It was beautiful here in the outer rim. Nothing like the core. The nebula's shinned far brighter and far more beautiful than anything he had ever seen. “But how long will that save me?” Ifrit muttered. 

“What stops him from sending his dog of war to sniff me out...to yank me away from here. From you? And if you object? Or worse...he finds out you purposely never told him? Not only would I suffer but so would you. I-...I’m frighten. For both of us.”

“This is my home now. I don’t want it to suffer because of me. I don’t want you in trouble but-...I don’t want to become a mindless killer either.”

[frcntline-a]

@grcndmoff​ said : ❀ What has made you completely lose your chill?

honestly , tumblr has the power to make me lose my chill on a regular basis but i chose to keep quiet about it . i don’t think people needs to read me ranting about how people can be so insensitive and how they just can’t use the black list made so easily accessible and the block button .

i never had crap thrown at me . i had like three mishap but not thrown at me but my partners . it tears me apart when i see such wonderful people get crap for doing something that was not meant to be hurtful but still be called upon it without leaving them a way to explain and say sorry . 

yes . people make mistakes and even the best can make mistakes . good people live up to them , apologies and move on .

but it would seem that a lot of people like to hold old grudges. 

( please note that these are spoken out of small harmless incidences . i am not talking about heavier subjects/callouts that extreme disturbing behaviors . i don’t have those in my followers . )

[debelltio-a]

@grcndmoff​: 'Tarkin DNI' it's a good thing I cannot understand acronyms then. 

“ Grand Moff ( derogatory ) ! A surprise you’re here. Yes, DNI is the name of ... ( fuck ) a new pet project we’ve picked in your name. A placeholder for now. I’m sure you’ll love the end result ( you Kaminoan necked moof-milker ). “

[debelltio-a]

@grcndmoff​​: "If it is something you wish for so bad then who am I to ever say no," he says before running the curved end of his blade along Krennic's throat, purposefully applying the tiniest amount of pressure so that it might leave a mark for later, "my Beloved Director?"

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SILVER-TIPPED DAGGER gleamed under the station’s bright artificial lights, illuminating its razor edge to the Director. The Grand Moff’s lean and tall physique shadowed above him. Eyes as wide as a deer in headlights, Krennic inadvertently took a step back. One foot, then another — till his back touched the wall and the cold kissed his spine.

“ I ... “ the words choked in his throat as his eyes fluttered between Tarkin’s grey-blues ( its gaze pierced through his soul ) and his thin lips. A light sting trailed his neck. Inches apart, the taller man’s hot breath tickled his face. ( Beloved ) Breath quickened as a lightness overtook his body, queasiness pooled at the pit of his stomach. Should he lean forth, would he be greeted by the sharpness of his blade or would it be his lips?

“ You’re mad. “ murmured he, uncharacteristically pliant. Krennic’s gaze averted away as the pinkness of his cheeks rose.

[prjctkamino]

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“ CAPTAIN  TARKIN  —  ”  scarlet  hue  plates  reassembled  into  parade  attention,  soon  followed  trio  of  equally  poised  men  strictly  behind.  Navy’s  diligent  arrival  had  ill  frequently  resulted  in  rather,  alternative  frequency  of  overload  once  in  the  realm  of  Coruscant’s  ever  lasted  demands,  “Your  campaign  detail  manifest  is  requested  by  the  chancellor,  sir.”

[irrfahrer]

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In the sickbay hung the scent of disinfectant so thickly it was like a heavy blanket pressing down on the patients and medics. It was a imnprovised room, one of the storagehalls of the starhangar in which the cargoboxes had been shoved to the side and whichs middle was now covered with gourneys and simple sleepingmats on which the injured were sleeping on. After the first few hours the noises in the hall had died down, what had before been a loud storm of screams, groans and crying wwas not nothing but wave after wave of the sound of quiet breathing and a few low conversations that were so quiet they were barely hearable. Although the situation had relaxed, Ziv was still walking hasty between the rows of beds from one patient to the next to check on their well-beeing even when most of thepatient were now no longer in danger or even already as fresh as a daisy as the Tynnan had noticed when one of the imperial soldiers had reached out the moment she had turned away from him and pulled her tail like a annoying child. It had been a mistake by that soldier he had only done once, as Ziv had promptly leaned back to him and remembered him which NhM exactly was rationating his painkillers as long as he was on this planet. This had been enough to make the Soldier decide to lay down and heal in quietness, his hands neatly folded on his chest. Or maybe it had been the fact that the Soldier had been able to watch Zivs claws dig into the leathery material of the sleepingmat beside the Soldiers head like into butter while she had (threatened him) remainded him about the rationizing of painkillers. For a few seconds the Tynnan had now stopped in her rotation through the narrow corridors between the beds to adjust the gloves over her small paws- the goves were made for humanoidhands and while Ziv always needed etxra protection when she was working with Bacta, the gloves not only had a finger too much but also they were cutting in the sensetive webbing of the Tynnans paws which felt now after hours almost as if razors were cutting, cutting,  cutting, into the thin skin between her fingers. It was when, when she frustrated grunting pinched on the gloves to stop them pressing against the webbing, when a Kelari lily was held in her field of vision.

The Kelari Lily was a deep crimson red spotted with even darker flecks that shimmered in the light like liquid and made the petals look like fresh blood, which was after all one of the reasons why the Lily was such a good medical herb as mixed in food it triggered the bloodproduction and enhanced the healing of wounds. The long petals, soft and almost a little downy to the touch, could be used as gauze pads and would be antiseptic to the wound, which made the lily a good medical tool when the modern medical devices. Squinting her eyes to thin slits Ziv peered over the petals of the lily to the meager whirl of greys and pink that were the humanoids face for the young womans horrible myoptic eyesight. “You want to stock up the sickbays storage of Lillies or are you trying to charm the medic?”, the Tynnan smiled yet her left ear rose up which might was her species equivalent of a irritated rised eyebrow: “For if its the first its not working because its only one kriffing flower, and if its the latter, then the medic is very kriffing confused, but you have her kriffing attention.”

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@grcndmoff​​ asked : 🔥

stop screenshotting ur replies before tumblr ruins the formatting and posting the screenshot as a reply instead of actual text. you’re alienating writers who depend on screen-readers. it’s ableist. knock it off. it’s stupid. stop sacrificing accessibility for your aesthetic.